Fake Billionaire Friends

Chapter 7

Ava P.O.V.

All week I've been doing some dumb assignment for Jake. I didn't complain, I just completed them even though I felt like I was in the wrong place. I wanted to be important, do important things, be useful to the company, learn. For that week I was more like my boss's housekeeper than his assistant in a huge corporation, which irritated me. Besides, I wanted him to notice me and appreciate my work, and I knew that with such tasks I would not shine.

After our first meeting I suspected that he would behave inappropriately towards me. He tried to pick up, talk to me, provoke ambiguous situations, but nothing like that happened.

Apart from a few situations, when I caught him checking out my ass or cleavage, he mostly ignored me or kept a professional distance, not giving me a chance to feel that he was interested in me at all. Normally I would be happy that the guy was not interested in me, but for the first time in 4 years I felt attracted to a man. I was very scared, but I couldn't pass by him indifferently. He intrigued me. I kept thinking about him, but told myself that it was because of his hopeless assignments that he gave me and that I was just angry.

On Friday, as usual, I waited for the email with the list of tasks but it did not come. I waited until 8:30 and went to Jake's office. I knocked, waited for an answer and then walked in. The boss, as usual, didn't even raise his eyes to look at me. I stood in front of his desk stretching an invisible crease in my rather thin skirt. Slowly he lifted his gaze without missing my legs, waist, cleavage, neck until he looked into my eyes with his steel eyes.

- Yes?

- Jake, I didn't get my assignment list today.

- I have a session for GQ, don't you remember?

- I remember - I replied quickly looking at him embarrassed. - Should I come with you?

- I thought that was clear - he said leaning back in his chair and shifting his thoughtful gaze to the window - Meet me in 30 minutes at the garage.

- Okay - I replied and seeing that he was not paying any attention to me anymore I left.

Half an hour later I was standing by his car immersed in my thoughts but carefully looking around. I didn't like places like this. The cell phones in the garages have no reception, it's quite dark and it would be easy for someone to hide behind a car and attack. I was starting to get nervous. Jake was running late. I was stomping from foot to foot nervously looking around and checking the time when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Instinctively I grabbed and twisted my attacker's arm striking him in the ribs with my elbow.

- f**k-" Jake hissed and it took me a moment to realize what I had done. I let go of his hand and covered my mouth in terror.

- I'm sorry, you scared me- I whispered stunned.

Jake leaned against the hood of the car, massaging the impact area near the cage. After a moment he looked at me with an annoyed look.

- I know for the future that you can't be touched by surprise.

- Sorry, it's a reflex.

We stood there for a few minutes staring at each other until finally Jake got in the car. He drove like he had before, fast and confident. I liked his driving. The way he shifted gears in the mauana transmission and how confidently he looked at the road. I watched him shamelessly enjoying that he couldn't look at me. I involuntarily began to imagine what he might be like in bed. Suddenly he looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking. I quickly turned away caught in the act.

- Are you scared? Am I going too fast?

- Yes. Slow down a little - I lied.

- You have nothing to be afraid of. We'll be there in a minute.

Indeed, 10 minutes later we were already on site. The session took place in a hangar adapted to it. Jake was immediately picked up for a fitting and I was left alone with the coordinator. She showed me the set which centered on the king size bed.

I sat across from her behind the tripods so as not to disturb anyone. A moment later Jake appeared in his bathrobe and the shoot began.

The first shots were in the robe with a close-up of his divine face and gray eyes. Then he threw off his robe and started posing in bed. I had never seen such a perfectly sculpted guy in person. I thought such a sight would only be given to me while looking at magazines with celebrity shoots. And here I was. Looking at my boss who looked like a Greek god.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. For the entire four hours, I watched him like I was hypnotized.

When we got in the car Jake turned to me with a cocky grin and a gleam in his eye.

- I think you liked it.

- Khmm... You just have a pretty muscular body. I didn't expect that. You must get a lot of exercise.

- You too, judging by the force with which you can hit - he laughed - I'll drive you home.

- Er... This is...

- I know the address - he threw it and moved dynamically.

When we arrived at my tenement house it was almost 4 p.m. I was sitting in confusion wondering what to say. Should I invite him for a coffee to thank him for the lift? What do you normally do in such situations? After all, we weren't coming back from a date and he was my boss. I grabbed my purse and squeezed it tighter in my lap.

- Thanks for the ride - I grabbed the door handle to leave.

- You still have one hour of work left so I have one more task for you.

I looked at him embarrassed and I started to blush remembering him in bed without a shirt. I bit my lip and concentrated with all my might to look into his eyes and not at the edge of his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

- I'd like you to set me up with some chick tonight.

- You mean a p********e? - I asked, swallowing my saliva loudly.

- Hahahah... No. It could be some girl who's been texting me on Tinder.

- You have Tinder? - I asked shocked.

- I am only a man - he laughed giving me a piece of paper with a login and password - Here you have the data. Pick out some pretty one, but not stupid either. Plus it should be about s*x and not a permanent relationship.

- Isn't it easier to go to a bar and pick someone up? - I asked and looked at the log, "Sexy20centimeters" I laughed instinctively.

- Seriously - he looked deeply into my eyes guessing what I was laughing at.

- Everyone says so - I replied and gathered myself to leave - I'll let you know. Until Monday.

Upon entering the house, I poured myself some wine and immediately logged onto his Tinder. He was very After entering the house, I traditionally went through all the corners making sure I was alone and no one was hiding anywhere. I then poured myself a large glass of wine and logged onto Jak's Tinder. He was having mega luck which didn't surprise me considering his looks. After an hour I picked out a busty blonde who had a list of preferred s*x positions in her description. I agreed to meet them at 8pm and called Ralph to meet him at a bar nearby.

In the evening I sat with Ralph at the bar sipping wine, complaining to him about my boss and his dorky assignments for me. My friend laughed and looked mega pleased that my relationship with my boss was not too warm. Of course I left out information about my feelings for Jake. Ralph was a wonderful friend but I didn't talk to him about my fears or feelings for other men. Sometimes I got the feeling that he wanted something more from me besides friendship but after a while he would back off and there was no topic. His insecurities were very much in my favor. He was handsome and I knew that girls liked him but for me he was completely asexual. I only saw him as a friend and no one else.

- I would not be his brothelmama. I set him up with some blonde similar to his previous assistant. Let him have fun - I took a sip of wine masking the sprouting jealousy and Ralph laughed.

- He's got a lot of nerve giving you assignments like that. If you were working...

- Stop it - I stopped him - I'm not going to work for you. I only hope that soon he will give me more responsible tasks, and if not after 3 months I will leave and look for something else with a small but experience in CV.

I came home slightly drunk. Ralph, as befits a gentleman, walked me home making sure I was safe. I entered the apartment and, despite the buzzing in my ears, began to do an inspection to see if there was a burglar. When I was sure all was well I took a shower and fell on my bed. I stared in the darkness at my phone screen which displayed the picture I had downloaded earlier of Jake from his Tinder profile. He was as always in his white slightly unbuttoned shirt and looking with his cold serious gaze. I wondered if his evening had been successful and the girl I had set him up with had given him what he wanted. I was jealous.

I decided to talk to my therapist about it. I was outlining in my head how I should present my relationship with my boss, fantasizing heavily about possibly developing it, when I finally fell asleep.