The Intern - (18+)

Chapter Sixteen

Justin

I WANT TO believe every fucking word she's telling me. I want to believe her because I want her. But I need to remember what I'm doing here.

You're a Bieber, son.

My father's words echo in my head as I stare at the beautiful girl in front of me. She's strong, determined, and bright. I can't keep the thought of her out of my head for more than two seconds-the way she presents herself, the beauty in who she is, and the way she gets under my skin are all reasons I want to believe her.

Not many women try to use their brains to get my attention. And it's the fucking hottest thing in the entire world watching her use both-brains and beauty. But she's so much more than that. Her personality, witty sense of humor, and her ability to act professional when it's needed are all screaming at me to believe her-forgive her for lying about one damn letter.

"All right. I'm not going to say anything to the committee about it." She exhales a breath of relief. "This time," I emphasize. "Is there anything else you need to tell me, Claire?" I ask, but deep down, I'm unsure I want an answer. I don't think I can handle having to let her go, telling her to walk away from this internship, since I can tell how important it is to her.

"No, Mr. Bieber. Nothing else."

"Good."

I watch intently as she shifts from foot to foot. We've slept together, and yet I make her nervous still. She swallows slowly, taking in whatever I'm about to say. I want to scream and yell at her for being in my home office and demand the truth, but I know that'll backfire. She's given me a reasonable explanation, yet it still isn't sitting right with me. And I'm not sure that has anything to do with Claire, or the fact that I need to keep her a safe distance. The closer she gets, the worse it could be.

* * *

I have her do a few errands for me. It's not work related, but I need to get her out of my office. I need to clear my head.

Except I can't. Flashbacks of the other night resurface-the softness of her body, the aching moans she screamed, and the way her tight pussy clenched around me. It's all too distracting when I need to be thinking about my company-my future.

Being burned before-and almost ruined- I know I need to be cautious, but part of me refuses to believe she's anything but genuine. She's in college. She's twenty-one years old. She's smart. All those reasons should tell me I'm over-paranoid. But part of me is still unsure.

She walks into my office with my dry cleaning, extra bold coffee, and transcript files I asked her to find. I didn't really need them, but I needed to keep her busy. I needed to keep her distant.

I stand up and take the dry cleaning from her, softly grazing her hand. "Thank you."

She scowls. "You're welcome, Mr. Bieber."

"Is there a problem, Miss West?" Her eyes drop to the floor, her body tensing at the firmness of my voice. I know she's pissed that I sent her on an errand run instead of giving her something to do here.

"No, of course not," she insists, but I can see right through her.

I place the hanger on my coat rack. She places my coffee and files on my desk and steps back cautiously waiting for her next order.

As much as she fights it and demands control, she submits nicely. Always willing to please and give me exactly what I want.

I smile at the thought.

In the office, I'm still her boss and she's my intern, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with her.

I sit back down with my arms behind my head and grin at her. "Take a step back," I demand.