The Billionaire's AssistantUpdated at Sep 22, 2022, 10:00
Sierra Wright is a brilliant, beautiful girl who moved to Los Angeles in search of her Dream Job. It wasn't until the job placement matched her with the most sexy, eligible, billionaire in the western hemisphere, Alexander Williams, as his personal assistant, who has hired her especially for her appearance! Does Mr. Williams need an assistant or is he looking for so much more?
SNEAK PEAK
Our First Night
Sierra
I can't believe I said yes to come back to his place. That kiss though. I don't want to seem like a slut but I want him. I wanted him in so many ways. I wanted his hands all over my body, exploring all of me. Did I care about the email threat? Heck no, I'm tired of the threats.
We pulled up this long drive way that curved around what felt like the biggest hill ever and ended at this huge, beautiful house.
"This is yours?" I said with my mouth agape.
All he could do is laugh at me. "Home sweet home, would you like to come inside?"
Taking his reached out his hand, we made our way inside and he immediately took me to the bar to pour me a drink. Once we were ready, he took my on a tour of the house. Was it wrong of me hoping that the tour would lead to his room? Probably. But I wanted to, I wanted him.
Xander
I purposely made the tour last a little longer than I wanted. I wanted her and I needed some of that urge to wear off. She stayed distant from me too, I wonder if she thinks I am trying something.
I show her to my room, and we walk out the on the balcony, looking over the city.
"It's gorgeous, now I know why you waited to show me this last." She says while leaning against my shoulder.
I wanted to put my arm around her, but I didn't want to be too forward. I didn't want her to think that all I wanted was to have sex over and over. I mean I did, but I wanted more, I just couldn't figure out what. While I was lost in thought, Sierra made her way to my king size bed and laid back, sitting up on her elbows. With a sexy grin, she patted the bed next to her.
I sat my drink down on my dresser, walking over to her. There was just something about her that made it hard for me to say No.