The Billionaires Secretary

Chapter 3

*Alexanders point of view*

As I walked into the restaurant, I couldn't help but smile. The little spitfire from before had just made my already pissy day a hell of a lot better. The faces she made when she obviously disagreed with what I was saying but still trying to remain civil made me say more, just to see if I could make her snap. Even at the cost of seeming like an asshole.

I was one, I wasn't going to pretend like I wasn't but damn. When I spun her around, thank god she wasn't a kid, or the rush of arousal that hit me would of lead me down a road, I didn't really fancy taking. With that sweet, delicate, heart-shaped mouth that looked like it was made to be kissed, the look of desire that had graced her features the moment she first saw me, oh yes, she most definitely was not a kid.

Grunting I came to an abrupt stop when a body crashed into, turning around, I glared at Scott, who admittedly, I had forgotten about when I had met that little slice of heaven earlier.

Jesus Christ!

What was I thinking of! I was more sexually frustrated than I had originally thought. Yep, after the stupid lunch with mother, I'll go find myself a good little slut to get rid of this feeling. They didn't even have to be pretty!

'Mr.Hoffman,we have your room reservation, if you would just follow me,' the man whom I assume is the manager says as he leads us to the back rooms. Honestly, I was impressed with the restaurant. In London, paying more did not always mean a great deal. Everything in London was high priced, and while I could afford it a million times over, it did bother me when I had to pay to drive my own car to the city centre. Who on earth puts a price on the road. This country just likes to bleed you dry, another reason I couldn't wait to get back to good old America, Plus I had found out that the country planned to tax me 60% of my income.

Fuck that shit.

I liked the money I worked hard for too damn much. If all goes to plan, I'll be out of this hell hole by next week. This was why this meeting was too damn important. Taking a seat in the head of the table, I watched as other businessmen began to trickle in.

As talk of the expansion was taking place, I glanced at Scott, my secretarial assistant who should have been taking notes and doing his job, only to find his head back and eyes closed looking dead to the world. Giving him a hard kick under the table, I smiled in satisfaction at the look of agony on his face a he excused himself from the table. The Lazy bum was probably just going to have another nap when I got back, I needed to have a talk with my HR team about the worthless employees they were hiring. I've had to fire 3 in the past two weeks. if the didn't clean up their act soon, it'll be their asses on the firing block.

Grabbing the notebook which was empty of the notes that should've been present, I quickly shot down the information I remembered from earlier slightly worried about my ability to take detailed notes while trying to persuade the investors and fulfilling my job. As much as I wanted to fire Scott right this moment, I was resigned to having him around until te end of the week, or at least until I could get a replacement willing to re-allocate.

I was furiously writing down the information when I heard the door close, thinking that it was a bit too soon for Scott to be back - I didn't expect him to be back for another good twenty minutes - I was confused until I laid my eyes on the vixen from earlier. I couldn't help smirking when I saw her eyes narrow on me before a look of exasperation flitted over her face. She was like an open book, her emotions laid bare on her face.

'Good morning gentlemen, My name is Louise and I will be your host today,' she said, forcing a tight smile before pulling out a little white notebook, 'Are you ready to order your drinks?