Billionaire Alpha 1(7)

Chapter 5





Linda was far too good looking to be a secretary, or Damon was the   asshole her mother had warned her about. Bethany hated to judge a book   by its cover, but the tall blonde model posing as a receptionist had   been wickedly sexual, just in showing Bethany to Damon's office, her   words almost purred. Bethany thanked her and shivered in disgust as the   door closed. Apparently, Damon was down the hall and would be back   shortly.

Taking advantage of the few moments she had, Bethany walked around the   large executive office. The windows lined the walls of half of the   office from floor to ceiling. The view was spectacular and she wanted to   see it at night, the lights of the city a beautiful spectacle no  doubt.         

     



 

Pictures of three men littered the wall behind Damon's large cherry-wood   desk, one of them being Kent and the others Damon and his brother. She   picked up one of the photos of the three men smiling at the camera,   their golf shirts showing that they were at an event together.

"Oh, shit. Please let the goofy looking one be Damon."

She sat the picture down and moved toward the door, the sound of him   coming in causing her heart to race. His voice was deep, the timbre of   it commanding and firm.

"I'll be busy for the next twenty minutes, Linda. No interruptions unless the building is burning down."

The door closed and Bethany turned from the window, her heart sinking at   the image before her. It wasn't the goofy brother, but the devilishly   handsome one. The one that caused hearts to stop and panties to   disintegrate with a look. His dark hair was combed on the sides and a   bit messy on the top, the smirk on his lips giving her something later   to dream about inappropriately. His blue shirt was fitted, the thick   muscles of his arms and chest contracting as he simply walked toward   her.

She moved in his direction, extending her hand, a soft smile on her lips   as she watched his dark brown eyes move from her face to her toes and   back up again.

"Hi. I'm Bethany."

He stopped in front of her and shook her hand, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"I expected you to be a little more mousy. Pleasant surprise, I   suppose." He shook her hand, his face a mask of indifference. "Damon   Bryant. Have a seat."

He moved around her and she turned, walking toward the chair and praying   like hell she'd make it before her legs gave out. Her knees shook   slightly, as her heart beat wildly in her chest.

The picture had been a sad representation of the man before her. The   scent of his cologne lingered in the air, and she breathed in deeply,   coveting it.

She sat down, pressing her knees together and letting her purse slide   from her fingers onto the floor beside her. She wanted to jump in and   start the conversation, but he simply demanded the lead, and she   couldn't help but let him have it. She bit at her lip, stopping the   minute she realized he was focused on her mouth.

"My father tells me that you're a brilliant accountant and that you're here to make my life easier."

"I'm grateful for the opportunity to help."

"So tell me, Bethany, are you brilliant?" He sat up, leaning forward as he studied her.

Something about his gaze made her feel as if she were nude, bare before   him. A nervous tic caused her foot to bounce to the rhythm of her   heartbeat, her mind racing for the most appropriate answer.

"I graduated near the top of my class in both high school and college."

"I didn't ask that. I asked if you were brilliant."

"Yes?" she whispered, her voice hiding from her.

This was embarrassing, humiliating. What the hell was wrong with her?   She had sat in front of professors and state regulators for the board of   public accountancy. She had never lost her footing before. She spoke   again just before he started to, the look on his handsome face pensive.

"Yes. I am brilliant."

"Good." He watched her for a minute more before turning to the blinking   light on his phone. "Forgive me for a minute. I need to take this."

She nodded and diverted her attention toward the windows, her chest   screaming for air. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath   and worked to quietly let it go.

Damon was sensual and strong, dark and handsome, much more so than   anyone she had ever encountered. Remembering that he was soon to be her   new stepbrother was important, not that anything would happen between   the two of them. He was probably six to eight years older than her and   far out of her league. He made the sexy blonde in the foyer look like a   cartoon character.

Bethany tried not to listen to Damon's conversation, but couldn't help it.

"I know, Christa. Yes, tonight will be fine. Eight o'clock at   Pallinda's. Wear the blue dress for me and the black heels that you know   I love."

Bethany looked over at him, his eyes on her as he spoke. His predatory   gaze made her feel as if she were under a microscope, his attention   almost heavy, as her skin broke out in goosebumps. She averted her eyes   again toward the window, needing to get some air before she screamed.         

     



 

"No, you know I don't like it when you wear panties. No, not even the little ones. Too restraining."

Bethany's head snapped back forward, her eyes large and wide as Damon   simply stared at her. His expression was soft and lacking emotion, as if   he were ordering a pizza in front of her. She swallowed hard, her eyes   moving to the tug of his bottom lip, his teeth biting along the edge  of  it. She stood and moved toward the window, her level of comfort   completely gone.

"That's right. Blue dress, black heels and don't bother with your panties. I'm not interested."

The sound of the phone hitting the cradle caused her to stiffen.

He was an ass.

If he'd had any respect for Bethany or himself he would have held his   previous conversation in private. She turned and looked over her   shoulder, her breathing ragged and obvious.

"Bethany, I have certain needs as the CFO of this company. If you're   here to make my life easier, then you'll quickly learn them. Your   brilliance will get you far, but if you and I aren't on the same page   with things, then my father will be your champion instead of me, and   good luck with that."

The implication of his words sent a cold chill down her spine.

"And what are your needs?" She turned slowly, crossing her arms over her   chest as the door to his office cracked open and Linda stuck her head   in.

"I know you said no interruptions, but your father's on the phone."

"Thank you." He looked toward Bethany as a smile lifted the side of his   perfect mouth. "Soon enough. Linda will show you to your new office.   Plan on having lunch with me tomorrow so we can talk about the various   positions I'm going to put you in."

He turned and sat down at his desk, the conversation over.

Bethany walked toward his desk, leaning over and picking up her purse as   her mind spun out of control. She walked to the door stiffly,  questions  running rampant at the saucy innuendo Damon had thrown her  way.

Surely he hadn't meant  …

She stopped just before slipping through the door, the sound of his voice wrapping around her.

"Oh, and Bethany. You'll enjoy every one of those positions, and I'll do   my best to make this a stimulating experience for us both." He bit   subtly at his top lip and watched her closely, Bethany nodding and   slipping through the open door.

She was in too deep already.





Chapter 6





Bethany moved toward her new office like a zombie, her mind trying   desperately to work through the last few words her stepbrother Damon had   spoken to her. His voice had been filled with conviction, the   seriousness of his gaze leaving her to wonder if he hadn't meant   everything simply from a business perspective.

He had certain needs, and she would be required to know them and fulfill   them, as it seemed every other woman in the company was busy trying to   do.

Did Kent know that his son was pimping out the women of their accounting firm for his own perverted desires?

Or had Damon simply meant that, as the CFO, he would need her to be on   her toes, to work fast, like he did, and keep on top of things. Those   were needs, too  …  Maybe she was trying to make something sexual out of   it because he was by far the most beautiful man she'd seen in her short   life.

"Here's your office. The laptop is yours to take with you. The cords are   all there, and the phone is already set up." The receptionist turned   and extended a golden key, her long nails almost covering up the small   item. "Here's your key. You'll need to go tomorrow and get a badge.   You're not in the system yet, but Linda will work on that later today   for you."