The Billionaire's Woman Trilogy

By Keana Black

Copyright 2015 Keana Black

All Rights Reserved

When worlds and cultures collide, sexy happens.

The Billionaire’s Woman Trilogy

Sharise is just your average curvy, voluptuous girl trying to work her way through college when she stumbles into a position as James Waldorf’s personal secretary. Normally, this would be just another job – except that he is the most eligible bachelor in Denver. When Sharise herself unable to escape his magnetic attraction, she knows her job – and her heart – may be at risk.

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The phone rang for the fifth time that morning, and it wasn’t even 8:15 yet. Sharise sighed and reached for the receiver. “James Waldorf’s office, Sharise speaking. How can I help you?” The torrent of language that followed that question just made the morning even more annoying. Mr. Waldorf had a business meeting, and Sharise knew she had to get his documents in order beforehand. The problem was, those documents took a back seat to making sure his calls were answered, his coffee was made, and even that his desk was arranged just the right way, and if she messed up any one of those, she’d get the sack.

Sharise needed the job. She’d graduated high school just a few months before and was working full-time to save up money to pay her tuition. Her family didn’t qualify for any grants, and although she was reasonably intelligent, too many of her classmates had outranked her for scholarships. She knew the only way she’d get tuition covered was to pay for it herself.

She’d caught a lucky break when she landed the job as receptionist for James Waldorf, Denver’s most eligible bachelor and self-made billionaire. Everyone knew who he was — a 25 year old financial genius who’d finished college at just 20 years of age, already a millionaire then. Rumors said he got the degree just so he could gloat, but it seemed his fortune quadrupled in a very short time.

Her friends had teased her mercilessly when she got the job, suggesting that she could try to seduce him. All that had done was make her embarassed. The difference between Sharise and the rest of her friends was that she wasn’t sexually active — she’d always been the ‘good girl.’ She’d never had sex, or even gone beyond second base, with anyone.

Still, as a mental exercise, it wasn’t a bad idea.

Just as she had that thought, Mr. Waldorf walked through the door, his powerful stride carrying him across the floor in a few easy steps. “Good morning, Mr. Waldorf!” Sharise stood to greet him and open the door to his office. He nodded to her, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that he didn’t recall who she was. He stepped inside without a word, sitting down at his desk and quickly logging in to his system.

“Your board of directors called this morning. They want to schedule a meeting with you as soon as possible regarding some recent developments in the company.” Again, he said nothing, but his eyes narrowed dangerously when she mentioned ‘recent developments.’ Sharise gulped; he looked completely dangerous right then, but also strangely sexy.

Well, it wasn’t that strange. He was tall, around 6’2, and broad shouldered. Sharise couldn’t be sure, but speculation ran rampant that underneath his tailored, $3000 suits, he was rock-hard muscle and power. That was the strange thing about James Waldorf; as well known as he was, the paparazzi had never been able to gain access into his personal life. The man was a mystery, which only served to make him more irresistible in the eyes of most women.

He was good looking, that was undeniable. With a firm, chiseled jaw, emerald green eyes, and a piercing gaze that could turn even the most irritable business partner into a puddle, James Waldorf looked every bit the part of a 25-year old billionaire.

He glanced down at the schedule Sharise placed on his desk, and after a moment’s thought, spoke. “Cancel all of my morning appointments, and let the board know there will be a conference call this morning.”

“And if they can’t make it in such short notice, sir?” Sharise asked.

“Then find me a new board.” His voice was calm, steady, but held a note of steel that bore no argument.

“Yes, sir,” Sharise said, backing out of the room. He could be very intense when he wanted. Sharise thought she saw his gaze lingering on her as she walked out, but she shook her head; there was no way he would notice her. For all the joking her friends did, seducing James Waldorf would be impossible.

Not that she wasn’t attractive, but Sharise really didn’t think he would go for her. She was just too young, and he could have literally any woman he wanted. And she didn’t really want him, anyway; it was just the charisma that put him into his position, the sense of power that attracted her. It had to be.

With a sigh, Sharise sat down at her desk and began to dial the board of directors to let them know about the change in schedule. And with that change, she would have to spend the better half of her day soothing the feelings of the companies who tried to gain an audience with Mr. Waldorf. Anyone with any financial sense worshiped him like a king. Well, she supposed they should, as he was rapidly buying up most of the industrial sector in the area, forming his own far-reaching empire.

She’d been given a document containing a company history when she first landed the job, and whenever anyone had opposed Mr. Waldorf, he’d bought their lawyers out from under them. He was absolutely ruthless in negotiations, stating what he expected to happen and leaving under the assumption that it would. His arrogance was well-known, but well respected, as apparently he always got his way.

As the phones began to ring again in response to the email she had just sent out, Sharise did her best to clear her head of thoughts, and got to work for the day. She knew it would be a long one, and she was already looking forward to five o’clock.

***

Sharise stepped into the building, stifling a yawn as she nodded to the security guard. It had been as long a day as she had expected, and she spent half the night studying up on several companies that refused to accept what she told them. She knew she had to learn how to handle rogue companies like that if she wanted to keep her job for any length of time.

When she reached her office, she immediately realized something was up. People from other departments scurried around the building, dropping papers in their wake. The entire department had turned into a madhouse, with workers panicking and trying to be everywhere at once. Sharise grabbed one of the few people she recognized. “What’s going on?” she asked.

The poor woman looked terrified. “Mr. Waldorf fired half of his board of directors, and is flying to New York to meet with an investors group. He’s taking full control of his company, forcing most of his investors out through some sort of financial coup de tat.”

“He did
what
?” Sharise stood with her jaw hanging open, and then groaned to herself. Her job had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. She dashed to her desk, glancing towards Mr. Waldorf’s office to check if he was in. He wasn’t, although it looked as though he’d stayed late into the night. A cup of coffee sat on his desk, which was odd in and of itself; the man was immaculately clean, preferring a spartan layout in his own office.

With the door to the outside hallways closed, it was blissfully quiet, though she could see people darting across the hall in a frenzy. Her phone was conspicuously silent, and there were no missed calls, though her inbox was full of terrified questions from other departments and the department heads, demanding to know what steps to take. Sharise thought for a minute, and sent out an email she hoped would help with damage control: “Keep calm unless Mr. Waldorf instructs otherwise. Carry on as your job description would dictate.”

Sharise really had no idea if that would help, but she had to do something. Finally, her phone rang, and she jumped up, startled. “Mr. Waldorf’s office, Sharise speaking.”

“Hello, Sharise?” The voice on the line was oddly familiar, she thought.

“Yes?”

“You’ll do. Come to my manor — I need help getting ready for my flight. I left several important documents at the office last night that I don’t have time to come and get.”

The realization slowly sunk in that she was speaking to her boss on the phone, and that he was requesting she come to his home. Sharise snapped to attention. “Yes, sir! I’ll bring them right away.”

“Good,” he said, and paused. “And bring a change of clothes. You’re going to New York.” He hung up the phone, but Sharise stood still for several moments, her jaw hanging open. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. James Waldorf had asked her to come to New York with him.

And then reality set in. He hadn’t really asked, exactly. More like commanded. And he needed an assistant to help with organization, or so he said. That’s all. It meant nothing else. Until yesterday, he hadn’t even known her name.
That’s right, Sharise,
she thought,
Just breathe. Grab the documents and go
.

She rushed into his office and found the documents just where he said they would be, and turned to rush home and pack as quickly as she could. She knew that no matter what else happened, the next few hours would either secure her job, or lose it — and with it would go any chance of paying for college.

***

Her car puttered to a stop in front of the massive building, and she checked and double checked the address just to make sure she was in the right place. When she realized she was, she still couldn’t believe it. The house was massive; it nearly blocked her view, reaching high into the sky above her, adorned with Corinthian columns and Roman architecture.

Sharise gulped, and walked up to the front door, pushing it open. “Mr. Waldorf?” she called.

“In here.” The voice came from somewhere to her right. James sat on a rather spartan couch, pouring over documents for the upcoming meeting. He didn’t even glance up when she walked inside. “Just place the papers here.” He gestured to the table in front of him. “Do you have a bag?”

“Yes, sir,” Sharise said, still staring around the room. A large fireplace sat just to her left, a pile of firewood beside it. Papers strewn across the table in front of James showed that he hadn’t stopped working when he left the office, and she supposed that must have been how he became so obscenely rich; he just never quit working. Other than a few sparse ornaments, the house was barely decorated. There weren’t even any pictures of family anywhere that she could see, although a dog leash hung on a hook near the front door. It seemed he kept his austere mShariserisms even for home life, as well.

Sharise glanced at her boss, and he seemed as composed at home as he always did at work. Any communication they had was short and terse; Sharise just stood by and waited for him to tell her what to do. Finally, he looked up and pushed a coffee cup towards her. “Bring me some more coffee. The kitchen is across the hall.”

Sharise nodded and jumped at the task, eager to see what the rest of the house looked like. The kitchen was much like the rest of the home that she could see; mostly empty, with only the necessities set out. She didn’t know what she expected, though; she had a hard time imagining dinnerware with chickens on it working in a house like this one. Still, she had an equally hard time imagining her boss standing over the sink, his sleeves rolled up over those muscled forearms, scrubbing at a speck of dirt on one of his plates.

The coffee was already made, and she poured another cup and took it to him. He nodded, the closest to a thanks she was going to receive, and Sharise sat down in an armchair to wait. She wondered if he had maids; they must stay out of sight to avoid getting in his way, but she couldn’t think of James cleaning and cooking for himself. It just didn’t fit the rest of the persona.

But there were distinct signs of use that a normal person would leave behind; a single plate in the sink, a stack of clean dishes waiting to be put away. If he had maids, would they be that negligent at their jobs?

A sudden flurry of movement from James startled her from her thoughts. He gathered up the papers around him and stored them in a briefcase, standing to stretch. He looked over towards Sharise. “Are you ready?”