The Billionaire Wins the Game(6)

They finished up and then walked back to the office, making sure not to touch. Amy felt no need to press her luck any further that day. She didn’t want to lose her job because the boss thought she was the office floozy.

Before she could even sit down she was getting buzzed into Lucas’s office. “Ms. Harper, can you please step in here? We have a lot of things to go over this afternoon and because of your extended lunch we’re behind,” his voice snapped over the intercom.

Amy sighed, knowing her peaceful day was officially over. She gathered her laptop up and headed for the door that connected their offices. She did grumble a bit to herself though as she’d made sure she didn’t take an extended lunch and had in fact been back about ten minutes sooner than she needed to.

Lucas didn’t look up as she walked into the room. She silently crossed the floor and sat down on the opposite side of the desk from him. They sat there for several minutes in uncomfortable silence. She began to squirm which ticked her off even more. How dare he make her feel like a school kid sitting in the principal’s office because she’d been caught necking on campus?

Lucas knew the second she entered his office. She didn’t make a sound but her scent engulfed him. His eyes were locked on the computer screen while he punched buttons on the keyboard, though he had no clue what he was doing. For all he knew he could’ve given away millions of dollars.

He knew he had to make a comment sooner or later but he was still too close to grabbing her out of the chair and making her forget any other man but him. He was imagining throwing her over his desk and ending the torture for both of them. He could brand her his and she would have no thoughts of any man but him. The thought of her crying out his name was almost his undoing.

“Did you finish that Nielson report I emailed you?” He finally spoke and was satisfied to see her jump at the sound of his voice. For some strange reason her reaction relaxed him. He liked how he made her nervous. He wondered what else would make her jump.

Lucas stood up, walked around his desk and sat on the edge of it, leaving them only inches away from their legs brushing. He noticed she sat up even straighter if that were possible. Her legs were locked so tightly together he was surprised she didn’t jump up suddenly with a muscle spasm.

After what seemed like hours but was in fact only seconds, Amy handed him the file wordlessly, having anticipated he would be asking for it. He took the file from her, making sure their fingers brushed. He noticed goose bumps appear on her arm.


He started feeling much better, knowing he was back in charge. He pretended to read the file, taking his time, enjoying the close proximity. “Very good,” she once again jumped as if she’d forgotten they were sitting there in the room together.

She was far too strong to admit he was making her feel anything and there was no way that she would cry mercy. He’d figured out that much about her from the first day they’d met. If she’d looked upset in any way at all then he would’ve found the will power to pull away from her but he could see the passion shimmering in her eyes and he knew how she was feeling.

Lucas shifted his weight causing his leg to press up against hers. She sat there frozen. It was obvious she wanted to move but didn’t know how to do it without being noticeable about it.

He was getting way too hot sitting so close to her so he gave them both a break and started pacing the room to create some distance. “Very good work,” he finally said about the file. They got into a comfortable routine after that and the rest of the afternoon they worked well together.

The air was filled with tension but they made a good team when they both focused.

He didn’t want to let her leave. He was enjoying her smell surrounding him. He was enjoying the way her eyes would dart to him and then look away. He was enjoying the intoxicating way her curves made his body tighten.

She didn’t understand the attraction towards Lucas. She had to continually tell herself she couldn’t stand his type. She didn’t need, nor want a man in her life. She liked her life just fine and wanted no man to step in and tell her how to live. He was just another guy, like so many other men she’d been around before him.

She would never go for a rich, egocentric billionaire like her boss. She prided herself on the wise decisions she always made and the fact she was careful to stick with her goals. She couldn’t mess up all of her carefully laid out plans by having a meaningless affair.

At five that evening there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Lucas spoke up.

Tom bounded into the room. “Hello Mr. Anderson,” he spoke, before turning towards Amy.

“You ready to head out? I got the phones switched over and I’m dying for a bloody Mary and some hot wings.”

Lucas glanced at the clock and then narrowed his eyes at the unwanted intrusion. How had the day gotten so far away from him? He certainly didn’t want Amy rushing off with Tom for drinks.He wanted to keep her there with him.

Amy started to get up from her seat when Lucas spoke up. “We have far too much work to finish up tonight Tom. Amy will have to miss out on happy hour,” he said too rudely for her liking.

“It’s okay Tom, I’ll just catch the bus home tonight. I really appreciate the ride in today though.

I’ll see you on Monday.” She gave him an apologetic smile and then went back to work on her laptop.

“Okay Hun see ya on Monday,” he winked at her.