The Billion Dollar Contract

Chapter Sixteen

Mia

I had almost forgotten the last time I actually wanted to go to work. A bit excited and even nervous. I even took longer in the bedroom trying to decide what to wear even though I knew Adam had seen them all; the clothes, the face with makeup, the face without makeup and my naked body.

It wasn't supposed to feel like this. I wasn't supposed to care if he was going to admire my beauty or not.

We were strictly business partners in this contract.

Yet, I wanted to look as beautiful as I could, which was why it took me a bit longer in front of the mirror, fixing my makeup.

When I walked into the office, I saw my other colleagues walking around with documents in their hands as they rushed to settle their work. Meanwhile, I was busy sparing a few glances at my boss' room, trying to see if he was in early. His room was dark because the lights weren't on, but knowing him for the past five years, he was never late.

Never. Not even once.

"Busy?" Adam's voice startled me from behind, which caused me to turn around, seeing him standing in his office attire.

A pair of expensive tailored slacks and a well-fitted buttoned-up shirt. One of his hands was snugged in his pocket while the other held a cup of coffee; he stood tall and powerful, like he always did, but I never missed the dark shadows underneath his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't get a good night's sleep.

Was he thinking of me? Bullshit!

He was probably straining his eyes in front of his laptop trying to earn millions more than what he already had.

"Jesus, you scared me."

"You seem startled."

"Because I am."

He cleared his throat, "You're three minutes late today. You'll be leaving three minutes late as well,"

"That's psychotic." I muttered under my breath, looking away.

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?" I grinned, shaking my head. "Well noted on that, Mr. Auclair."

"Prepare a car for lunch later," he replied before walking straight into his office.

I took my sweet time admiring him from behind, the way his buttocks were perfect. If only I could grab them as he did to mine that morning. As I felt the tingling feeling in my stomach, I immediately sat down and tried to distract myself; needed to get my head straight and remember the real deal. I couldn't get attached to my boss, he was nowhere near my league. He was out of anyone's league if anybody ever asked.

However, it wasn't wrong to miss his touch.

His fingers.

Inside me.

Jesus Christ, Mia! I almost slapped myself for thinking about what happened. There was no need to get hot and bothered in the office. I needed to get my work done as soon as possible because all of this thinking was getting me nowhere.

It was a huge mistake to even think I could focus when I had been glancing towards the direction of his office. My fingers were typing smoothly on the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere. At times, I could see him wandering around the room as he talked to the phone, and yes, he didn't spare a single glance towards me.

Why would he?

I was just an accomplice in getting things his way.

Maybe, if he wasn't such an attractive man, I wouldn't have cared.

Maybe, if he hadn't touched me sexually that morning, I wouldn't have been as affected.

Well, it happened. He gave me a great orgasm and I wouldn't trade anything in the world to forget that. It had been awhile since a man had ever touched me like that; in fact, they never came close to satisfying me fully.

Sure, they tried their best, and it boosted their egos, but nobody ever truly focused on my pleasure like Adam. He was focusing on me, and me only, even though he had his own motives. It didn't bother me. A perfect specimen was doing unthinkable things to me. The same man who had been my boss for five years. The same man who showed no mercy when it came to deadlines.

If I were to meet my past self, five years ago, would I have taken the job?

It was hard to tell . . . I enjoyed this a bit too much.

My heart almost pounded out of my chest when I saw him stop near the door, looking out at me. I instantly looked away, pretending to daydream when I was actually busy looking at him.

No, no, no. Don't get too caught up! I reminded myself.

"Mia," he called out, gesturing for me to enter his office.

I cleared my throat, "Coming!"

Once I was inside his office, I slowly closed the door behind me. It was awfully quiet in here, making me grow anxious.

"Did you finish the report?" He asked, looking down at his screen.

Report, report, report. I had completely forgotten about the report. It was supposed to be done by Sunday, which was yesterday, but I was somehow occupied with different things. Occupied with spending the weekend with my sexy boss. I had planned to get it done on Saturday, because it was due Monday.

I had never been the one to forget an important task.

I was always on time.

Lord have mercy on me.

"Right . . . the report." I cleared my throat, feeling as if I had been swallowing a lump.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no, no. No problem at all,"

"Seems like there is."

"What makes you say that?" I raised an eyebrow, nervously chuckling.

"The look on your face and you're fidgeting."

I sighed deeply, "You're right. I'm really sorry, but I may have forgotten to finish the report."

Adam didn't move. He didn't blink, he didn't budge nor did he even look away. It felt as if my heart was going to thump out of my chest any minute from the suspense, yet he remained unbothered. I was preparing myself mentally for the curses he might throw my way, even though he had never cursed me out loud; probably in his head a few times, as long as I never heard them.

"May I know why, Ms. Madden?"

The formalities. Just when I thought things were slowly getting better between us, now we were back to keeping it formal.

"I was a bit occupied during the weekend,"

"That's an excuse."

"Right, right, right. I have nothing to say,"

He clenched his jaw, "Can you finish it by tonight? I want it tomorrow morning on my desk."

"Of course. Right on it." I replied, nodding a few times.

"Get a car ready. We're going to get you a ring,"