Sexy Kitten Writes: The Ruthless Billionaire's Accidental Vi

[Kamilla]

"Do you know what NSFW means, Miss Matthews?" Mr. Ryder asked the moment I stepped into his office, making me jump.

Zade Ryder, elusive billionaire tycoon. That was all he was to anyone. Well that and a dick. As his secretary, I had first hand experience with the latter. Everything had to be just so. Perfection. Before me, he went through secretaries like he was popping tic tacs.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ryder?" I said stupidly, my mind going blank the way it tended to in his presence.

I wrung my hands, still standing in the doorway, staring at his imposing back.

"Close the door," he ordered in his authoritative voice, back still to me, hands in his pockets as he took in the New York skyline.

This was it. He finally noticed I'm shit at this job. He was firing me.

"If it's all the same to you, Mr. Ryder, I'd rather be fired from here," I said meekly, terrified of sharing a room with him.

Every time I did, I shook like a leaf, his imposing personality making me both hot and bothered and nervous as fuck.

"Get in the office Kamilla and tell your fucking CEO what NSFW means. You do specialize in it after all, don't you kitten?" he said evenly, still frozen in place by the far end of his office.

It was just as well, because I couldn't imagine looking him in the eye right now. Any other day I'd be pissed about the manwhore calling me kitten, but today I couldn't think straight.

My blood ran cold and my cheeks flushed at the same time. It was worse than I thought. He wasn't about to tear me a new one for being unable to make a decent cup of coffee. He knew. Somehow he knew.

"Not safe for work," I deadpanned, refusing to make this easy for him as I closed the door behind me.

"Don't get cute with me. You're testing my patience, little one. The contract is on the desk. Sign it," he said curtly.

I was about to look at the desk to find out what he was referring to when he turned around to face me and pierce me with intense forest green eyes. My legs turned to jelly. Flawless jawline. Prominent cheekbones. A face so handsome I usually avoided looking him in the eye. The one time I did, he made my panties damp.

Yes it was happening again as our eyes locked. Yes I was struggling to progress further into the room, my eyes darting around, desperately trying to stop checking him out.

Immaculate, four piece, tailored suit. A full head of luscious, chestnut brown hair, expertly styled. Broad shoulders. The vests. They were what did me in. What I fixated on every time I was alone with him. They clung to his toned, yet lean build. The way I wanted to.

I despised his very essence. He treated us all like shit, but fuck if he wasn't hot. And annoyingly fucking tall. The man's body put Greek Gods to shame. Throw in him being a cruel, controlling asshole of a boss and this was the result.

Shaky legs. A bead of sweat running down my back. My heart threatening to leap out of my chest. My body was on fire with hatred, nervousness and regretfully, lust.

How could I be thinking of the amazing fuck he must be, if the rumours were anything to go by, when my boss had just found out my dirty secret?

"Sign what?" I asked, begging my voice to stay steady as we approached his desk, sitting down on opposite ends at the same time.

"The NDA for tonight's activities. Aren't you a lucky kitten? Kade Slyder is about to make all your sexual fantasies come true," he said smugly, smirking at me knowingly as he presented me with a document.

I couldn't focus on the contract before me however. My head was a mess. My face burned with embarrassment while my pussy betrayed me, clenching at the mention of my male main character's name.

"So you know. How, might I ask?" I ventured, in for a penny and all that.

"How many of them are about me, Kamilla? How long have you wanted to fuck your boss, naughty little one?" he asked, turning the laptop on the desk between us around for me to see.

My laptop. Shit. The same laptop that held my latest draft of a chapter, detailing how I wanted him to fuck me.

In my defense, he was so hot. So cruel. The stuff of sexual fantasies and erotic romance novels.

"It's just a book. Make belief. A fantasy. Not real," I said haughtily, not about to let him shame me. "What I do or write in my private time is, respectfully, none of your concern, Mr. Slyder," I deadpanned.

For the first time in my six months of working for him I watched him throw back his head and laugh heartily. Even his laugh was cruel. It took me a second to realize my mistake. Once I did, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Fuck.

"We're going to stick to Ryder at work, kitten. You can switch to Slyder tonight while I'm sliding my dick into your cunt if it takes your fancy," he said with mirth in his eyes as his frame stilled, his laughter dying down.

First the smirking (and of course he had a sexy as fuck smile), now the laughing. One hundred percent at my expense, and yet the embarrassment continued to mingle with arousal. I was mortified as my panties got wetter. The room seemed to be spinning.

I had the pen in my hand, clinging to it for dear life as my brain short circuited. My pussy took charge. Signing this piece of paper would get me a fuck. With Zade Ryder. In that moment, my horny brain was all in.