The Billionaire Wins the Game(5)

“Mike’s a cad. I’m going to put a stop to this. You need to quit meddling in people’s lives, Father,” Lucas said angrily.

“I’m sorry, Lucas. I didn’t know you were interested in her. You know, a boss shouldn’t have a romance with his employee,” he added. He knew his son well. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a challenge.

“I’m not interested in her," Lucas said, not fooling his father in the least. “I just know what kind of a man Mike is. He’ll break her heart and then her work will be affected. I’m only thinking of the work environment.” With those parting words he started walking in her direction.

Joseph chuckled to himself feeling downright giddy. Oh yes, his son was falling hard. He’d picked out the perfect match for him.

“Amy, we have work to do," Lucas said as he approached her and Mike. He didn’t even acknowledge Mike’s presence. Mike, not wanting to upset the boss, slunk away without another word. Amy lost a bit of respect for him. She turned around, inwardly sighing.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry. I’ll get right on it,” Amy replied with her head held high while heading toward her office. She didn’t understand why he sounded so irritated. Everyone was at the party. It wasn’t like she was the one who’d thrown it.

Lucas followed her into the office, then stood looming over her as she sat down. “I don’t like office romances, they cause nothing but trouble,” he informed her in his most stately tone of voice, which caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. She had to silently count to ten before responding.

“First of all, Mr. Anderson," she said through clenched teeth, “I was simply socializing with another employee. And second of all, who I do choose to have a romance with is none of your business.” Amy was surprised by the acid in her own voice

Suddenly he was only inches from her face. “When you work for me you will listen to what I say. Mike’s a womanizer and I don’t want to deal with the repercussions when he throws you out like stale bread, and believe me, he will.”

Amy leaned back from him, her heart rate accelerating. She was sure her heart was pounding so much it was visible to him, even through her shirt. She forgot all about her anger with the man as the urge to reach out and grab him was overwhelming. She wanted Lucas. Everything about him screamed sex, and if he leaned in a couple more inches and claimed her mouth she’d welcome it.

For what seemed like an eternity she couldn’t break eye contact with him. She felt liquid heat pooling inside of her. Look away, look away, look away, she shouted at herself until she finally found the will-power to turn her head, wondering how long they’d stood there face to face.

Realizing how close he was to her and also the intense desire he had to kiss her, shocked Lucas enough into standing up straight and retreating from her office. Before he could think about it, he slammed the door, causing the pictures on the wall to shake.

Lucas leaned against the door and willed his body to return to normal. He hadn’t felt so much desire for a woman since his college days. Even then he knew he’d possessed more control. If she hadn’t broken their eye contact he may have ended up taking her right there on her desk, just a few short feet away from hundreds of employees who could’ve walked in at any moment.

It was most definitely time to go work out and expend some of his pent up energy. He rode down in his private elevator, avoiding Amy the rest of the day, choosing to communicate through email only. It seemed to be much safer that way for the both of them.





Chapter Two





Time flew by quickly for Amy as she learned her new job. Lucas was away most of the time and communication was done through email. Joseph stopped by the office a few times to help her with things and they ended up chatting for hours.

Lucas fired the blond receptionist, thrilling Amy, as the woman had shot daggers at her every time she came in and out of the office. Amy had wanted to shout at her that she wasn’t interested in the boss and she could have at him but somehow she’d managed to maintain her composure.

The new receptionist was a great guy and with the boss gone, when she had spare time, she would sit with him, chatting about everything. She’d only been working with him for a few weeks and he was quickly becoming her best friend.

Her buzzer sounded. “Amy darling, it’s lunch time. I need to get out of this place before I go insane. Let’s head out for some far too greasy pizza and soda,” came Tom’s energetic voice through her speaker.

“I’m on my way. Give me five minutes to finish this email for Mr. Anderson and then I’m all yours.”