Billionaire Alpha 1: (A Bad Boy Billionaire Novel) by Ali Parker Page B

fantasy.
    "I need meds. I'll call Matthew." She smiled and slipped out of the house into the muggy mid-August morning.
     
     
    The morning was less than eventful, Bethany feeling the pressure of anxiety over her lunch with Damon coming up so quickly. She was supposed to meet him at his office at a quarter till eleven, and it was just a few minutes after ten. She checked her watch for the tenth time before getting up and walking toward the women's restroom. She would get a few assignments from Damon during lunch, and then she was slated to work with Ben a little that afternoon on a new service they were thinking about offering in the near future.
    She reached out and pushed the women's restroom door, a loud protest on the other side as she scraped the door across some poor girl's foot.
    "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
    Bethany moved into the bathroom and saw that the girl was bent over and rubbing her foot as she cursed.
    A dark-haired Hispanic girl stood behind the injured girl with a scowl on her face. "You should watch where you're going. Jeez."
    Bethany started to apologize again as the injured girl stood up and glared toward her. It was the girl from the elevator, whose foot Bethany had stepped on the day before.
    "I'm so sorry. I just didn't see you there." Bethany reached toward the girl to touch her shoulder, but the shapely girl jerked away from her.
    "Well, maybe you should pay more attention, you big oaf." She sneered and looked back at her friend. "I hope I can still dance tomorrow. This clumsy chick has stepped on my foot and now trampled it with the door. Ridiculous."
    "Totally. You must be the new intern."
    "Yeah." Bethany moved around them, not trusting herself to take too much more abuse from either of them before retaliating. Both occurrences were accidents, and their nastiness was about to bring the bitch out in her. The last thing she wanted to do was explain to Kent or Damon why she'd punched the pretty redhead in the mouth.
    "Just so you know, behemoth, your lunch with Damon doesn't mean shit. He takes each of us to lunch. You're nothing special, and he's not interested in you." She shrugged as her friend echoed her thoughts with a sound of agreement, her hands on her hips as she glared at Bethany.
    Bethany stared at them over her shoulder. "You mean he doesn't like me, like me?"
    "Um no. He likes me, if anybody. Don't even try it. You aren't even his type." The redhead sneered again.
    "Far too large and clumsy." The Hispanic girl smiled menacingly and moved toward the door, holding it open. "Come on, Sadie, let's go find a Band-Aid for your pretty foot."
    "Shame," Bethany whispered as if she cared and slipped into a stall. She'd get the girl when the time was right, but for now, planting seeds was plenty fun enough.
    "Dumbass," Bethany whispered, tugging at the suit and letting her thoughts take her to the center of a ring as Sadie got her ass handed to her. It would be too easy, but oh, so much fun.
     
    *
     
    "Good Morning, Bethany. Damon will be with you shortly, just take a seat over there." Linda, Damon's secretary, looked over the top of her desk and smiled with what must be kindness. She was too sensual, and it left Bethany wondering about Kent's thoughts when hiring the woman. Maybe she was just that way around other women? Surely not.
    Damon's door opened and a short blonde with a pixie haircut and red lipstick walked out, a dizzy look to her as she turned and waved, as if in love. Damon moved out beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he looked over at Bethany. His finger brushed by his lips at the crimson lipstick that was smeared on the side of his mouth. Linda got up and walked to him, leaning over to wipe it for him as the woman walked away.
    "Why does Miss Carrington insist on kissing you like an old fashioned church woman? She's in her thirties. I think she does it simply to kiss on you." Linda moved back and shook her head as Damon smirked, the man never seeming to smile. "Better.