How To Catch A Billionaire(3)
Author: Helen Cooper

“Uh sure.” Macros? What was that? I thought to myself. “I’ll get to that on my Mac.”

“Ok.” He laughed. “So glad to have you aboard, Sarah. We’ll have to go out for drinks one night and exchange Harvard stories.”

“That sounds good.” I beamed at him, while panicking inside. As he walked out of the door, I quickly went to Google.com and searched, “Everything you need to know about Harvard University.”

Chapter 2

The afternoon seemed to drag on. The files that Lewis had handed me to create spreadsheets from looked like a foreign language. I was attempting to create a pie chart from the information but I had no idea what information was meant to be in the chart.

“Shit,” I grumbled to myself. I wanted to call Jane to moan to her but I was too scared that she had already quit her job. I didn’t know what we were going to do if she had quit and I got fired. “Shit, shit, shit.” I got up and decided to go and get a coffee from the break room. One of the perks of Zoom Corp. was that we got free coffee and snacks all day long. And I was going to take advantage of that perk as long as it existed.

“Hey Lewis, I’m just going down to the break room to get a coffee. Do you want anything?” I popped my head into Lewis’s room as I walked to the elevator.

“No, I’m good.” He smiled. “But you should go up to the 40 floor. They have a kitchen there that has much better snacks.”

“Oh?” I frowned thinking about the man from the elevator. “I thought we were supposed to go the break room on the ground floor?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughed. “I go up all the time. It’s closer.”

“Oh ok.” I nodded and looked at my watch. Two hours had passed since my ride in the elevator, I’m sure that the man had gone already. I decided to go up. I danced around in the elevator as I rode up hoping that would wake my body up from the coma it had gone into after reading the boring files. I got out on the 40 floor and sang to myself as I got out. I was dancing along to a Chris Brown song. I was singing when someone came out of a room and crashed right into me.

“Watch where you’re going!” I snapped as I readied myself.

“You bumped into me.” The someone turned around and faced me and I groaned. It was the man from the elevator.

“Oh, it’s you,” I snarled at him.

“Oh please, don’t tell Ben on me.” His voice sounded worried.

“Who?” I looked at him with impatience.

“Your friend Ben, the CEO?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow again.

“Oh, yeah yeah,” I hurriedly answered him. “You better watch out. He’ll be back soon and then I’ll have to tell him everything that’s been going on here.”

“Oh please, have mercy on me.” The man grabbed his heart. “I don’t want to die.”

I looked at him curiously. “Aren’t you a bit old to be acting like a fool?”

He looked at me with a cocked face and burst out laughing again. I didn’t know what he found so amusing. “I’m not trying to be rude here…?” I waited for him to supply his name.

“Bradley.”

“I’m not trying to be rude, Bradley but I think you are too old to be as rude as you are.” I waited for his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t start shouting at me.

“Well…?” He waited for my name.

“Sarah.”

“Well Sarah, I think we are only as old as we feel, right?”

“I guess so.” I looked at him with pity; only the old said such things.

“I’m not going to be rude and ask you your age but I think you’ll find that as you get a bit older, you’ll be a lot wiser and be the happier for it.”

“Perhaps.”

“You’ll also find that older men are a lot better in bed.” He grinned at me.

“Excuse me?” I felt my face flush red.

“Older men make better lovers.”

“I understood what you said,” I snapped.

“So why did you say excuse me, Sarah?” He came in closer to me. “If you want I could show you how much better older men are?”

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. I wondered how I had never noticed them before. They were a beautiful ocean blue and I felt myself sinking into them.

“I could lean down right now and show you what it’s like to be kissed by an older man.” He bent his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from mine.

“No.” I breathed and gasped as I felt his lips on mine, warm and gentle. I walked back into the wall and felt his tongue push into my mouth, exploring and touching the insides of my teeth sensuously. I opened my mouth to say something but instead found my tongue exploring his mouth. He must have just been drinking coffee because he tasted a little bitter but addicting. I closed my eyes and reached my hands up to his face to pull him away, instead I found myself playing with his hair. It was short and silky and the ends tickled my fingers. My eyes opened immediately when I felt his hands on my waist and I saw him looking down at me with sparkling eyes. I pulled away from him with as much dignity as I could muster and frowned at him.

“Now that was uncalled for.” I tried to sound mad but my words came out breathlessly.

“You didn’t seem to mind just now.” He licked his lips and I watched his tongue slide back and forth on his luscious lips. Lips I had just been kissing.

“I don’t think you gave me a choice,” I bit back at him. “I’ve a mind…”

“To report me to Ben?” He finished my sentence for me and I turned my face up at him.

“You’re lucky you don’t work here, you know.” I pointed at him. “Or I’d have you turned in for sexual harassment.”

“Really?” He looked at me with a curled lip. “Well that’s a good thing then, isn’t it, Sarah?”

I flounced away from him and ignored the butterflies in my stomach. He had been right about one thing, older men sure did know how to kiss. My body was still reacting to the sweetness of his lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I shook my head to banish my thoughts. The last thing I needed right now was a sexual escapade.

“So Sarah, what are you doing up here?” Bradley caught up with me and I sighed.

“I came to get some coffee.”