The Billionaire Heiress' Love Game

Chapter 5 – No Need To Return

Neil pressed his lips tightly, trying hard to avoid doing two things – suppressing a groan and cursing inwardly when he found Brianna in his seat in a sexy floral dress. His eyes locked on its plunging neckline, and he almost let out a frustrated groan when his shaft reacted to her smooth cleavage.

He met Bailey last night, but his body’s reaction was different. With Brianna, he was like a prisoner, always staring at a juicy steak from his cell, and no matter how hard he tried to reach out for it, he would never have it. In his case, he should not have it even if she openly offers herself to him.

Hiding his annoyance, he closed his eyes briefly, remembering his promise to Robert. If he had to extend his patience ten miles, he would do it for the sake of his mother and her father. As much as he hated seeing her in the office, he felt relieved she was back, and she was there, sorting the receipts on his desk. At least his mother’s soul would be at peace. He would save the lecture about proper attire later.

A sweet smile curved Brianna’s lips when she saw Neil frowning. She leaned on the executive chair and greeted him seductively. “Good morning, Cookie Monster.”

His brows furrowed as his annoyance with her returned. “Stop calling me that. Your table’s there. That’s mine. Go there,” he growled in a low voice.

“Nope.” She shook her head slowly, flickering her eyes on the table near the doorway. She pouted and blinked her eyes adorably. “I told you it’s not ergonomics. It’ll hurt my -”

Neil gritted his teeth. “I don’t care!”

He pressed his lips tightly, reminding himself of his promise to Robert last night that he would do everything to make her daughter stay comfortable. Sighing in frustration, he pointed at the couch.

“Get the hell out of my chair. If you don’t want to sit there, work on the couch,” he said, which was his first mistake of the day.

“I don’t need a nice chair, Mr. Scott. Just get me the one that won’t hurt my back from sitting for a long time,” she muttered, standing up and walking toward the box.

“Damn it!” he mouthed, closing his eyes briefly and clenching his fists hard when he realized she was wearing a mini dress.

Slowly, he tilted his head, his eyes traveling from her backless dress down to her legs. He swallowed hard, regretting he had changed his mind last night when Robert begged him to let his daughter have her job back.

Then, Brianna bent forward to pick up the box. Her short dress rose slightly, showing a glimpse of her bottom. His heart pounded hard, feeling his testosterone surging up. This time, he was unsure if he was experiencing euphoria or a heart attack.

Immediately, he pretended to focus on his phone screen when she turned around and walked back to his table to take the receipts she was done sorting.

“You’ve heard of ur-guh-nom-ik hazard, Mr. Scott?” she asked, returning to the couch and placing the papers on the coffee table.

Before she could notice his rigid shaft, Neil ignored her and walked to his seat. He would not have gone there if he didn’t need to check the sales. He was safe somewhere else except in his mother’s office.

Again, he made a mistake in glancing at Brianna. She looked adorable, squinting as she studied the dates on the receipts. When she crossed her legs, he caught a glimpse of heaven. He let out a frustrated sigh, leaning on his seat and folding his arms.

“I was at the party last night. Why weren’t you there?” he asked, planning to annoy her so she would leave like what happened yesterday.

She narrowed her eyes on the receipts. “They only need one face. Having two would confuse the guests,” she answered without looking at him.

“You did the right thing. Not coming last night,” he said, returning his eyes to the screen. “I met Bailey, and she’s smart. She has so many input on how to improve Mom’s business. I wish I had the right princess to help me instead of you.”

“Thinking of firing me again, Mr. Scott?” She arched an eyebrow, and with a gentle sigh, she placed the stack of papers down on the coffee table. The fabric of her dress shifted softly as she uncrossed her legs.

Neil scoffed, shaking his head. “Sadly, I’m bound to a promise.”

“Bailey is the good fruit, but there’re many things she can’t do,” Brianna pointed out, waiting for him to look at her again.

“Like?” he asked, turning his head to her.

“She can’t do this,” she murmured seductively, locking her eyes on him.

She bit her bottom lip, hoisting the hem of her dress and spreading her legs. His face turning crimson made her bet that his heart stopped beating. Without blinking, she slowly moved her hand and touched the crotch of her white lacy thong.

“You’re…” Neil craned his neck and squeezed his eyes hard. “Insane. Not normal,” he continued, gritting his teeth.

Brianna burst out laughing, folding her arms. “I scared you, huh?”

Sighing deeply, Neil stood up. “Finish your work. I have a meeting,” he lied, stepping away from the room without looking at her.

***

It was almost five when Neil returned to the office, wishing Brianna had left. But when he returned, a wave of annoyance washed over him when he found his assistant was still there. He found Brianna nestled on the couch, absorbed in her smartphone, laughing giddily. As expected, she didn’t finish her task again.

“When are you gonna finish that?” he asked.

Brianna pressed her lips tightly, pushed the pause button, and glanced at him. “I have three months, right?”

“Three months?” Neil furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth.

“Are those urgent?” She flickered her eyes on the box. “I’ll bring my assistant tomorrow if it is.”

Neil pursed his lips, stopping himself from cursing Brianna. He closed his eyes briefly and heaved a deep sigh.

“You know what? Never mind! Just don’t go to work tomorrow.”

Brianna stood up. “You know what?” she said, copying his tone. “I can’t. You can fire me, but I’m sure my dad will come begging you again. Or maybe Bailey this time.” She picked up her small bag. “So… see you tomorrow?”

“No need to return. I. Need. A. Good. Assistant!” He growled in a low voice, emphasizing each word, but she ignored him and walked toward the door, leaving him alone.