Chapter 4 3.

STELLA

I paced back and forth in confusion. This has to be one of the most difficult situation I've ever been. Now what exactly am I supposed to do? The freaking billionaire Xavier Hiddleston offered me the job of his personal secretary and that too only because he wants to sleep with me.

Yeah! Like you don't want that. My inner conciseness mocked me.

Rolling my eyes, I pressed my fingers on my forehead and sighed!

I need this job and fuck! I want Xavier Hiddleston too.

There's something strange about that man. I've met him only for a day and yet I can sense strong passion for him. I don't know why my body craves for him?

Because you didn't have sex from so long. I reminded myself.

Jesus! What to do? Working for him means that I won't be able to control myself and eventually I'll end up sleeping with him. But that's not a bad thing, I guess?

I am not someone who tries to hide her temptation. If I want him then I want him. There's no use of beating around the bushes.

Yes, I shouldn't waste this opportunity of grabbing the job. I'll work for him and earn money. And about sex, we'll see what happens.

I inhaled a deep breath and decided to get ready for the first day of my work. Wearing the blue pants and white shirt, I applied hot red lipstick and gathered my hair into a high pony. Sliding down heels on my feet, I admired myself in the mirror. I look okay-ish.

As I reached the office, my heart started beating louder. It was as if I was going to fuck him. My mouth ran dry and I nervously pushed the glass door. To my surprise, the office was empty.

Well.

I pressed my lips into thin line and quietly sat on the chair, waiting for him to come and explain that what exactly am I supposed to do as his personal secretary?

I scanned the surrounding and my eyes fell on the table. A brown file was resting there alongside of an iPad. I took up the file from the table and started turning pages. On first page bunch of instructions were jotted down. And oh I forgot to tell you that those instructions were for me.

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion and read them one by one. It was nothing special. Just some random do's and don't.

I shifted my attention to the iPad. Woah! I've never touched one. I clicked on the start button and it unlocked. I checked it out in awe.

"That's for you." I heard a thick, familiar voice.

I quickly put the iPad back and looked up at him when he walked through the door.

"Uh..No..Thank you." I declined, politely.

He chuckled as he sits on his chair. "It's not a gift, Ms. Brown."

I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"You need it to arrange meetings for me and all that other stuffs." He cleared my doubt.

"Oh..." My face turned beet red in embarrassment.

Stupid, Stella. What a perfect way to make yourself embarrassed.

"Sir, I was saying that-" He cut me in middle.

"Xavier."

"Huh?"

"Call me Xavier." He said.

Oh fuck, you have no idea that how much I want to scream that name in bed.

"Mr. Hiddleston, I wanted to know that what exactly I'm supposed to do?" I asked in a formal tone.

You see, I don't want to take his name otherwise my mind will automatically start creating dirty scenerioes.

"You know about that already." He smirked.

I gave him a flat look to which he sighed.

"Just regular, schedule meetings, bring me coffee, accompany me to business parties, keep me updated of anything important that happening in the office. Work, you'll learn on your own."

I nodded.

"And one more thing." He added.

"What?"

"Don't forget to stay hydrated." He said.

"Oh..Okay...Why?" I blurted out.

"Because you'd be going to spend a lot of time with me."

"Huh?" I looked up at him in confusion.

"I will make sure that you'd be wet for me all the time." He whispered in a husky voice.

I chock on my saliva and just one sentence from him, I already felt wet down there.

Oh, just fuck me already.

I squeezed my thighs together and fixed my gaze on the table.

"I..I am not interested in you." I lied.

The sound of his expensive chuckle erupted in the room. I dared to look into his eyes and the second I did so, he stood from the chair and next I know, he was next to me.

He turned my chair to face him. I blinked, not believing that I was actually this close to him.

My eyes fell down on his cortch. He was hard on. My throat ran dry and I wondered that how much deep would it go inside me?

"Touch it." He breathed out.

I don't know at that moment what came to me that I ended up placing my hands over his bulge cock. My fingers irked to unzip his pant and feel the flesh of his cock. My breathing started getting rapid and I ever so slowly moved my fingers above him.

"Ah..Damnit." He moans.

And his voice sounded so sexy that I almost gave in until I heard his phone buzzing.

I quickly pulled my hands away from him and flushed in all shades of red.

Shit. I want him. I want his cock.

He ruffled fingers through his hair and after throwing few curses, he picked up his phone.

I was so lost in imagining him over my body that I didn't listen what he was talking on the phone.

"Are you free tonight?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Great!" He whispered to himself.

"Are we going somewhere?" I asked in hesitation.

He let out air from his mouth and slumped on his chair. "I need you."

I parted my lips and looked at him. He needs me for sex? Well bingo. I need him too.

"I need you to act like my fiancé." He added, his lips twitching in distaste as if he was so against it.

My eyes went wide in shock. "You. What?"

He didn't say a word next just stared at my face. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He wants me to act his fiancé? The fiancé of fucking billionaire? I mean it's just a act but still. It's a huge deal for me.

"Will you be able to do so?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah."

Only a fool would decline his offer. I mean just wonder that I'd be acting as a fiancé of The Xavier Hiddleston. Shit, who knows I may become the sensation for the media?

Woah!

God is really on my side.

"There's this family gathering and I'll introduce you to them as my fiancé." He spoke in a hollow tone.

I nodded.

"Do you have a decent dress?" He asked.

I bite the corner of my lips and said nothing. I just have few pairs of clothes and none of them are decent enough to wear. I couldn't wear simple denim or summer dress. After all he wears fucking expansive clothes, I will look like a beggar next to him.

"I guess no." I whispered in Shame.

"I'll ask the designer to send few dresses. You can try them." He took his phone to dial somewhere.

Designer clothes for me?

Okay. This has to be dream. I mean this is far from reality.

Wait a second?

Try them? Don't tell me that he's going to make me try those dresses here in his office?

"Uh..Can I ask you something."

"Sure."

"I am trying the dresses, here?" I asked, blushing.

All of sudden his mood took a change from sour to a mischievous glint in his eyes. He crossed his hands over his chest and smirked. "Yes. You'd be doing so infront of me. I would like to see that sexy body of yours without any clothes."

I faked a cough and looked away.

Gee. What's with him and his thick husky voice? My panty is already soaking. I wish I could slide my panty down and let him have his ways with me and satisfy the burning sensation down there.

This is too hard for me. The sexual attraction to him is undeniably strong. I can't ignore it now.