Foreplay with the Boss: Billionaires of Boston

4. Jameson

“Go ahead and send her in.” I disconnected the line to the front desk and sat straighter in my seat. Ready or not, it was training time. If I were optimistic about this whole situation, I’d tell myself that maybe Katrina Taylor would help me accomplish more work instead of waste hours of my time.

I could use a good personal assistant to take over all the little time-consuming stuff that ate away hours of my day, but I was enough of a control freak that I hesitated to delegate tasks to someone I hadn’t personally trained to be me. Which would only take more time. I doubted a spoiled girl who needed her father to get her a job would fit the bill, though. I’d trained a lot of people in my day, but some were simply untrainable, mostly because they were too lazy to put in the effort it took to get to that next level.

My pen rolled off the edge of my desk, and I bent over to retrieve it. The door opened, and through the crack under my desk, I saw sexy shoes.

Sexy shoes that looked very familiar.

Great.NowI’mimaginingthings. It wasn’t like black high-heels were uncommon, and the fact that a woman I’d just met was taking up so much of my brain-space meant it was time to call up one of my usuals and take enough of the edge off that I could make it a few more days.

I sat up and forgot how to swallow.

Kat’s eyes flew wide, and her mouth dropped open. “I…You… You’re JT Stone?”

“In the flesh. And you must be Katrina Taylor.” She nodded.

Fuckme. Now of course I saw it, how Katrina could be Kat. But how could this…? Of all the people I could run into on the fucking train.

“Should I…?” She gestured to the chair. “Or I can stand.” “Please take a seat.” I needed to eradicate every thought I’d had about her and having those long legs wrapped around my waist. Definitely needed to avoid thinking about the way her heels would dig into my ass as I drove into her again and again.

I waved goodbye to my chance of taking a taste of those perfect tits. I couldn’t help taking one last subtle glance at them. She was breathing heavy enough that her chest was rising and falling, rising and falling, making it pretty fucking hard to not think about them.

Okay, so it wouldn’t be my last glance, but I’d never touch them. Never suck one into my mouth and hear her whimper and beg for more.

My hard-on strained against my zipper, and I readjusted in my seat. I needed to stop the dirty image reel, and I needed to do it fast. Not only was this woman going to slow me down, but she was also going to be a huge distraction. I didn’t cross lines with employees, temporary or not, and the fact that she was Stu’s daughter took her from off-limits to don’t-even-imagine-fucking- her territory.

She twisted a strand of hair around her finger and sunk her teeth into her full lower lip. “So, this is awkward, and so not how I planned on starting my new job.”

I curled my hands over my arm rests. “I hope you know that I would never be so unprofessional as to hit on you if I’d known who you were. That’s not how I run my office.”

“I didn’t know who you were, either, I swear. I’m not some crazy stalker who planned out running into you, and now that I think about it, I really should’ve looked up and studied your picture, which actually does sound like a stalker move, so I’m going to stop talking about that, but I’m all about professional lines.”

Shit. Now she was bright red, and it was as adorable as the blush, but I wasn’t thinking of her as adorable anymore, and I could tell she was as mortified as I was. If we could diffuse the situation a little, maybe this wouldn’t be a total clusterfuck. “You didn’t plan getting your purse stuck and a bunch of guys being assholes and not moving out of your way so I’d come help you?”

“How could I even plan something like—” She wrinkled up her forehead. “Oh. You were kidding?”

“I was.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Maybe we should start over.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

I extended my hand. “Jameson Stone. I usually go by JT when it comes to work.”

She took my hand and shook it. “Katrina Taylor. My friends call me Kat, but I take my job very seriously, and I know that Katrina is someone people will take more seriously, and I also know these shoes are high and ridiculous, and I’m here to learn from you and if you tell me that I need to wear sensible shoes or even flats, I’ll do it. Basically I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

My cock twitched at the idea of her doing anything I told her to, and its vote was bending her over my desk right here and right now.

Luckily my other head was in charge, even if its hold on making good decisions was shakier than usual. “The shoes are fine. Professional work attire is all that I ask, and you look very professional.” Andalsolikeyou’vejustbeenfuckedeightwaystillSunday,andI’dliketobetheninth.

Of all the women I could meet on the train, of all the offices she could walk into, why’d it have to be mine?

“I’m afraid my attempt to make a good impression totally failed.”

“You definitely make an impression,” I slipped and said.

Her eyebrow arched. “Look, I know you must be thinking I’m some spoiled girl whose daddy had to call in a favor to get her a job. Did he explain that I…?” She glanced down at her lap, where she was wringing her hands. “I have a hard time being as assertive as I need to. Which I suppose I don’t really have to tell you, since you saw it on the train.”

Some internal war raged inside her head, or maybe it was a pep-talk because she raised her gaze to mine and worked at keeping it there. “But I promise, I’m a hard worker. I’ll earn my job on my own merits, but I’m asking you to teach me how to be more assertive. How to be the kind of boss people listen to. If I don’t learn how, my dad’s going to pass the company on to this other doucheba—sorry, that’s not professional, and now you’re going to think that I’m lying about the fact that I actually am.”

“In my professional opinion, there are plenty of douchebags in our profession.”

She cracked a smile, and I told the warmth trying to spread through my chest to knock it off. “Anyway, my father will pass it on to him, but the company has been in my family for years, and I don’t want to let them down.”

And the hits just. Kept. Coming. Now I had to feel bad that my plans to restructure the company were going to not only leave Stu Taylor without an office to run but Kat—er, Katrina—wouldn’t be getting the job she was gunning for, either.

The least I could do was give her the needed skills to land another job, and I swore right then and there, that I would.

“I’ll teach you everything I can in the time we have,” I said. “You will?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” She nodded.

“Maybe say it out loud, like you mean it—people tend to take that a little more to heart.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She lifted her chin a few inches. “Yes, I want to learn from the best, and that’s you.”

I’d like to say I was above feeling a surge of pride over that, but I wasn’t. It was the truth, too. I was the best, mostly because I didn’t let emotion get in the way. In the end, she might hate me for it, but my training would help her land on her feet after everything went down.

She uncrossed and re-crossed those riveting legs of hers. “And what I lack in assertiveness, I make up with passion, tenacity, and endurance. One of my other goals is to make things easier on you as well, so this arrangement feels less like pity and more mutually beneficial for both of us.”

She was killing me with words that could be applied all too easily to the bedroom. Mutually beneficial, passion, tenacity… I’d love to see any of those things in action, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from saying that endurance was something I was well-known for. “Well, then. Let’s get started.”

I stood and gestured for her to walk out the door of my office, so I could get her settled at the desk I’d positioned steps outside of my door.

My inner masochist came out because instead of looking away from the sway of her hips and the way the fabric of her skirt hugged her ass, I went ahead and drank in the view.

She claimed she wanted to make things easier, but I was sure nothing about this arrangement would be easy. Not with my thoughts constantly straying to her body and all the things I’d love to do to it.

No, hard was definitely the operative word.