Playboy Bear

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

She stood outside the massive building and couldn’t help but stare up. It was huge, pushing upward like it was trying to touch the sky. And, it would dwarf any building back home. It was a little intimidating too – she was going to work for a billionaire. And, she hadn’t even met him yet.

Apparently, he didn’t bother himself with minute little details like job interviews. Instead, she had met with a couple of people from human resources as well as the lady she would be replacing.

But, she had done her research though. And he was easy to find – one of the youngest billionaires in the country, maybe the world, gets lots of media attention. What had she found out?

Barrett Kent: 29 years old, billionaire, elusive, and incredibly handsome. She saw a few pictures of him at events and the best way to describe him was Greek god. His dark hair fell softly over his forehead and his deep brown eyes were set off by olive skin. There was something about the way he smiled in pictures though. It came off as an arrogant smirk. And, here was the real kicker. In every event picture she found, he had a different strikingly beautiful woman on his arm.

“Oh, this should be interesting,” she murmured to herself before she finally walked through the big glass doors. She had a feeling she may not care for her new boss. She hated arrogant men. But, it was a really, really good job.

And, it wasn’t the type of job she could get on her own. No. The first thing she did when she got to the city was call Carlie. Her old high school best friend had long been living in the city, and she had married a business man who seemed to have endless connections.

“Oh, Ames, you did the right thing getting out of there. What a jerk!” Carlie said over the phone.

“I just don’t know what to do. I need a job. Please tell me you know someone who’s hiring.”

“Actually…oh yes I have a great idea! Greg’s college roommate is looking for a secretary. You up for working for a big businessman? I am sure I can get you an interview!”

“Yes that would be awesome! Thank you so much, Carlie!”

“Ok! I will call you after I talk to Greg. But, listen Ames. I have met the guy. There’s much more to him than you’ll see on the surface. Just do me a favor and don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Of course not. I will just be happy if I can get the job.” Amy laughed uncertainly.

“No, I’m serious Amy. Be nice.” Carlie warned.

“Ok, ok. I got ya. I will be nice.”

Amy began second guessing that promise as she stood in front of an empty desk on the top floor of the high rise. No one was there to greet her. No one was there to train her. It looked like they were throwing her in the water without a life vest. She had no idea what to do, so she stood staring until a massive and ornate glass door next to her new desk opened and he walked out.

“It’s about time you got here.” A deep and incredibly silky voice resonated through the large space. Amy tried to respond, but at first nothing came from her mouth. Pictures had NOT done him justice. He was tall – about 6’3” she would imagine.

His olive skin lent him the perfect complexion. His features looked like they had been chiseled from fine marble. And, although he was wearing a tailored three-piece suit that no doubt cost Amy’s whole one-year salary at the veterinarian’s office, she was certain chiseled muscles hid beneath the fine fabric.

“Well, are you going to just stand there or are you actually going to do your job?” He demanded an answer. He definitely had the kind of demeanor that commanded a whole room, and when he spoke, he expected people to act.

She managed to squeak an “ok” before she scurried behind her desk and put her purse down. He followed her to the desk and indicated she should sit down before leaning over her shoulder and clicking the nearby computer mouse.

Oh god, he smelled absolutely delicious too. Whatever cologne he was wearing had a hint of musk and a hint of wildness about it. Hot, attractive, and already incredibly rude – oh this was going to be interesting for sure. She tried to push the confusion of thoughts and feelings from her mind and focus on what he was showing her – his schedule for the day.

And…did he just growl?

Most assuredly not, she reminded herself. But, there was a deep rumbling in his chest as he leaned over her, showing her how to do the job.

He managed to maintain his calm, cool, and commanding demeanor when he stepped out of his office, but it took a great deal of work. The second he saw her, he was so distracted that he almost forgot what to say – and that made him angry. He didn’t like losing control. She was stunning. No, breathtaking. No, there were no words for it.

The woman who stood in the reception area very much looking like a deer caught in the headlights, was like nothing he had seen before. She had blond hair that had been done up smartly in a French twist, her big green eyes gave her an innocent look. She had fair skin and delicate features. But, that’s not what really got his attention. It was her curves and the way her business suit hugged them. They were…delicious. This gorgeous, curvy woman was unlike anything he had ever seen before and it was certainly appealing to his animal side.

While his voice said one thing, commanding her to get to work, his mind was somewhere else completely.

He imagined ripping that suit jacket off and hiking her skirt up. In his mind’s eye, she was sitting on her desk, tossing her head back while he licked, kissed, and even nipped that porcelain skin.

He wanted her. He wanted her the second he saw her.

He leaned over her shoulder to show her how to use the computer system and access his schedule. The close proximity and his heightened sense of smell meant he could detect everything about her.

She had used coconut shampoo. Her light perfume reminded him of berries in the forest during the autumn. And, then there was her natural scent – feminine, sexy, and so attractive he could barely keep from kissing her savagely.

Her voice broke his spell when she said “Ok, sir, I think I understand what you need me to do.” She had gotten over her apparent terror and was now all business. She seemed almost standoffish. Definitely not a response he was used to getting from women. Usually they fall all over themselves to get in his pants.

This one was different.

This blond, curvy goddess acted like he was just the boss and she was just the employee. He didn’t know how he felt about this.

“No, I am not going to get fired. Calm down.” She typed quickly into her cell phone and then sent the text to Carlie. She knew she shouldn’t be texting at work, but this turn of events wasn’t something she could keep to herself. Carlie responded almost immediately.

“Barrett is…interesting I know. I warned u! Don’t be rude!”

“Me rude? I’m not the rude one! He is”

“Ames, I mean it. He’s not what he seems. U behave.”

“I am! I can’t lose this job or I will have to go back home.”

Amy tossed her phone back in her purse. “Not what he seems.” Carlie said that twice. What the hell did that mean? Because what he seemed to be was:

Arrogant

Rude

Condescending

Bossy

Incredibly Attractive

Sexy

Drool-Worthy

Ok, her list of derogatory words didn’t go the path she wanted. “Shake it off Amy,” she scolded herself. He was a jerk and she had no intention of letting his smoldering good looks get to her. But, she couldn’t completely ignore the tingling she felt deep down, low in her belly when he walked by her desk.

And, it didn’t take Amy long to notice a few other things about her new boss. He rarely ever talked to his employees. He preferred that Amy leave written memos or email him rather than actually talk to him. There were times, too, when he would just lock himself in his office and no one would see him for hours.

What was going on with this guy? What was the mystery he was hiding? Why was he so rude? And, why did sometimes she get the impression he was like some kind of a callous, wild animal instead of being a decent human being?

Amy knew she needed to keep her job, so she tried her best to brush off the strange vibes she got about her new boss and focus instead on the work. But, she couldn’t help from wondering. She was too curious of a person to leave it alone. She would find out what he was hiding, she told herself confidently.

She also tossed her pen down. Writing all these memos was B-S. She was his personal secretary and that meant he was going to have to talk to her. She wasn’t going to try to convey everything on a written scrap of paper. Nope. Not her. So, she gathered up everything she needed to go over with him, pulled herself up to stand as tall and straight as she could, and then marched in his office.