Billionaire Bound: My Billionaire Boss, Part 1 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

My Billionaire Boss: Billionaire Bound

"I've been what?"

I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.

"Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor," Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.

I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.

"I'd hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn't like to be kept waiting," she said, not looking up from her computer screen.

"But I'm meant to be working as a records clerk," I protested. I'd only been at Stone-Black for three days and I'd already been promoted?

"And now you're an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career." She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.

I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by "short-term career"?

Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I'd only seen his picture on the web - various charity balls, meetings with government officials - and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.

I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been "promoted" to executive assistant.

I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who'd been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.

A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.

"Ms. Neri?"

I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.

Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.

My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.

He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.

I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn't do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.

"Jackson Stone," he said and then frowned at me. "Weren't you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?"

The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.