Crazy over my billionaire boss

Chapter 2

Emily's heart was racing as Nathaniel Blackwood stood mere inches away from her, his blue eyes piercing into hers. She knew that she should be afraid, but she couldn't help feeling a rush of excitement.

"I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize that you were still here."

Nathaniel's eyes swept over her, taking in her janitor's uniform and the mop in her hand. Emily tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping that he wouldn't notice her trembling hands.

"You shouldn't be in here," he repeated, his voice still low and dangerous. "This is my private office."

Emily nodded quickly, taking a step back. "I'm sorry, sir. I was just finishing up my duties."

Nathaniel seemed to consider her for a moment, his eyes narrowing. Emily held her breath, waiting for him to say something else.

Finally, he spoke. "Very well. You may go."

Emily let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding. She quickly gathered her things and hurried out of the office, not daring to look back.

As she made her way down the hallway, Emily couldn't help feeling a rush of adrenaline. She had just had a close encounter with Nathaniel Blackwood, and she had survived. But more than that, she had felt something between them, a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore.

Over the next few days, Emily found herself thinking more and more about Nathaniel. She tried to push him out of her mind, but he was always there, lurking in the back of her thoughts. She found herself imagining what it would be like to be with him, to feel his hands on her body, to kiss him.

It was crazy, she knew that. Nathaniel was her boss, and she was just a janitor. He was a billionaire, and she was barely making ends meet. There was no way that they could ever be together.

But despite all of that, Emily couldn't help feeling drawn to him. And when an unexpected opportunity presented itself, she knew that she had to take a chance.

It was a Friday evening, and Emily was finishing up her cleaning duties in the main lobby of the building. She had just finished mopping the floor when she saw Nathaniel Blackwood walking towards her.

He was wearing a sharp black suit and carrying a leather briefcase, his eyes fixed on his phone. Emily's heart skipped a beat as he approached her.

"Good evening, sir," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nathaniel glanced up at her, and Emily saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Ah, the janitor," he said, his voice cool.

Emily nodded, trying to suppress her nerves. "Yes, sir. Is there something I can help you with?"

Nathaniel hesitated for a moment, as if considering his words. "Actually, there is. I have a proposition for you."

Emily's heart leaped in her chest. A proposition? What could he possibly want from her?

Nathaniel stepped closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers. "I need a personal assistant," he said. "Someone to help me with my day-to-day tasks. And I think that you would be perfect for the job."

Emily felt her jaw drop. A personal assistant? For Nathaniel Blackwood? It was an opportunity that she couldn't refuse.

"I would be honored, sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nathaniel nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Good. You can start on Monday. And Emily?"

She looked up at him, her heart pounding.

"Please dress

Emily's mind was spinning as she walked out of the building, barely able to believe what had just happened. She had just been offered a job as Nathaniel Blackwood's personal assistant, an opportunity that could change her life forever.

But as she walked home, Emily couldn't help feeling a sense of unease. She had been hired under false pretenses, disguising herself as a male janitor in order to get close to Nathaniel. What would happen if he found out the truth?

Emily pushed the thought aside, trying to focus on the positives. This was her chance to work for one of the most powerful men in the world, to learn from him and to prove herself. She wouldn't let anything stand in her way.

The weekend passed in a blur, and before she knew it, Monday had arrived. Emily woke up early, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. She spent hours getting ready, carefully selecting her outfit and applying her makeup.

When she arrived at the building, Emily was taken to Nathaniel's private office. The space was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered stunning views of the city. Nathaniel was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, typing on his computer.

"Good morning, Emily," he said without looking up.

"Good morning, sir," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nathaniel gestured to a chair in front of his desk. "Take a seat."

Emily sat down, feeling like a small child in a giant's office. Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, studying her for a moment before speaking.

"I expect you to be punctual, professional, and discreet," he said, his voice cool and authoritative. "You will be responsible for handling my schedule, booking travel arrangements, and running errands as needed."

Emily nodded, trying to take it all in. She had never worked as a personal assistant before, but she was determined to do her best.

"Understood, sir," she said.

Nathaniel leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers. "And one more thing. I don't tolerate mistakes or excuses. If you mess up, you're out."

Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. Nathaniel Blackwood was not a man to be trifled with.

"Yes, sir," she said.

Nathaniel nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good. Let's get started."

Over the next few weeks, Emily threw herself into her new job. She was up before dawn, working long hours, and often staying late into the night. Nathaniel was a demanding boss, but she found herself thriving under the pressure.

As she worked, Emily found herself getting to know Nathaniel on a deeper level. He was a complex man, with a sharp mind and a dry sense of humor. He was also fiercely independent, often working late into the night and never taking a day off.

Emily found herself drawn to him more and more each day, despite the fact that she knew it was dangerous. She was still disguised as a male janitor, and if Nathaniel found out the truth, she could lose everything.

But she couldn't help feeling like there was a connection between them, a spark that she couldn't ignore. And when Nathaniel started to open up to her about his personal life, she knew that she was in trouble.

It was a Thursday evening, and Nathaniel had just finished a grueling day of meetings. Emily was getting ready to leave for the night when he called her into his office.

"Emily, I need your help with something," he said, gesturing to a pile of papers on his desk. "I need you to go through these and organize them by priority."

Emily nodded, walking over to the desk.