Seduced By My Billionaire Boss (The Billionaire Boss Series, #1) by Sierra Rose Page B

trailing her hand along the banister as she walked her rail thin figure to the kitchen.
    “Hello,” she said comfortably.
    I stayed turned deliberately the other way, wondering what sort of male fantasy I’d accidently wandered into. “Um, hi. I’m sorry—I didn’t know anyone else was home.”
    She shrugged in my periphery and poured herself a glass of orange juice. “It’s no problem. Michael is upstairs waiting for you. I think he’s just finishing up a shower.”
    My breath caught in my chest, and for a split second, I panicked. What were the two of them expecting?! Why had I been brought here?!
    Then a male voice called something unintelligible from upstairs. She yelled back something in Russian and flashed me a quick smile before slipping into a dress she picked up off the floor.
    “Well, it was nice meeting you.” She took my hand before I realized what was happening and shook it firmly in her own. “Best of luck with the merger.”
    I blushed furiously, trying to collect myself. “Oh, uh, thank you. It was nice meeting you as well.”
    She snatched a purse off a mirrored credenza and flashed me another rather mischievous smile as she stepped into the elevator. “You can go upstairs, you know. He doesn’t bite...hard.”
    Thankfully, the doors closed before she could see my expression.
    “Jenna? Is that you?” the same voice called down the stairs. I could hear the sound of water splashing about, and his voice carried a little echo.
    Determined to ignore him, I set my briefcase firmly on a coffee table and began spreading out my papers, settling onto the accompanying sofa with a sigh.
    “You take a shower yet?”
    I gritted my teeth and ignored him yet again, organizing the market reports by year.
    “...open invitation...”
    It was incredible how seductive he could make his voice while still shouting down the stairs. I continued to ignore him, until eventually, the water turned off. A few minutes later, he headed down the stairs, still wrapped in a towel.
    “Oh, hello.” He pretended to be surprised to see me. “You find the place okay?”
    I reined in my temper, refusing to look at his glistening chest. “Michael, I really need to you pull it together today. There’s a lot riding on this, and not just for me. Okay?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “No shenanigans?”
    He saluted. “No shenanigans.”
    There was a pause.
    “Who was the naked woman on your stairs?”
    “That’s Tatiana.” He smiled suggestively. “I hope you two got acquainted.”
    “Are you serious right now?!”
    “How dare you!” He looked affronted. “She’s my yoga instructor. My lovely, eastern European yoga instructor.”
    I shook my head sarcastically, fixing my eyes on the table. “My mistake.”
    “How dare you make assumptions about us?”
    “It won’t happen again.”
    “You know what happens when you make assumptions? You’re a bitch.”
    “That’s not how the saying goes.”
    He cocked his head. “There’s a saying?”
    A tiny grin broke through my mask, and I lifted my eyes to the wall. “Why do you live in a hotel?”
    “Easy.” He flopped onto the couch next to me. “I don’t know how to cook.”
    “You don’t know how to cook,” I repeated, as I absorbed this. “So you stay here to get room service every day?”
    “Yes, Jenna. It’s actually quite practical when you think about it like that.”
    “Yeah, that’s how I’d describe this place.” I laughed as I glanced around. “Practical.”
    His eyes sparkled as they fixed onto mine. I could feel the heat still rising off his body, and I edged an inch or two away, holding up a spreadsheet in between us.
    “So, let’s start at the beginning...” he said intently. “You needed my help.”
    “ I don’t need your help—the company needs your help.”
    He nodded matter-a-factly. “Like I said, you need me.”
    I dropped the spreadsheet on the table in frustration. If we were in crunch time, why the hell had Patti sent me to Michael