All Chapters of Seducing The Nerdy Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ROSALIE Standing by the heavy double doors of the office, I felt my breath catch in my throat. His words echoed softly in the quiet room, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. I turned my head back to look at him, my cheeks burning with a bright, happy blush, but before I could think of a witty reply, Elliot just smiled—that rare, genuine smile that made him look completely different—and waved his hand for me to get back to work.As the days rolled on, our routine on the top floor settled into something almost comfortable. The shouting matches and panic attacks of my first week became a distant memory. I learned how to read every tiny shift in his mood. If he rubbed the bridge of his nose, I automatically handed him a cup of black coffee without him needing to ask. If he stared too long at his computer screen, I knew to hold his incoming calls. I had become exceptionally good at anticipating his needs, and because of that, Elliot began relying on me more than either of us eve

ROSALIE Elliot’s belt came free with a soft metallic sound that seemed too loud in the quiet ballroom. My fingers worked the button and zipper of his trousers with the same careful patience he had shown me. I slid the fabric just far enough to free him. He sprang into my hand, thick and hot and heavy. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked slowly from base to tip, learning the weight and the heat of him while his forehead stayed pressed to mine. His breathing turned rough. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Your hand feels so good on me.” I kept stroking him, slow and steady. He let me explore for long moments, his hips shifting only a little into my touch. Then he caught my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to my palm. “Lie back for me,” he said, voice low. He guided me until I lay against the cool linen of the table. His discarded jacket became a makeshift pillow under my head. The white cloth felt smooth against my bare back. He removed my panties com

ROSALIEMy heart plummeted straight into my stomach. I forced a stiff, nervous smile onto my face and nodded quickly. "No, I didn't see him. I should probably get going, Sarah. It's really late.""Yeah, me too. See you Monday!" Sarah waved and walked away down the hall.I let out a long, shaky breath, leaning my back against the cold wall. People were already noticing things. If coworkers like Sarah were starting to connect the dots between our movements, it was only a matter of time before someone else did.An hour later, I was standing in the quiet, sterile hallway of the hospital. Late-night visits were my favorite time to check on Zara because the medical staff was calm and the rooms were peaceful. I slipped quietly into her room and found her awake, propped up against her pillows, reading a book under the soft bedside lamp.When she saw me walk in, a bright smile lit up her face. But a second later, her eyes narrowed playfully as she looked at me."Okay, spill," Zara said, settin

ROSALIE Elliot went completely still. His dark eyes softened at the sound of his first name slipping out of my mouth, but his grip on my shoulders didn't loosen."I'm not going to bully anyone," he murmured softly, his thumb gently wiping a tear from my cheek. "I'm going to protect what's mine. Do you understand?"What's mine.The words echoed in my head, sending a shiver through my body even though I was terrified."Did anyone see us clearly?" Elliot asked quietly, his tone turning serious again. "Did anyone actually see what happened in that hallway?""I... I don't know," I whispered, shaking my head. "I was too scared. When we heard the door open, you pulled me behind you. I thought we were hidden, but someone must have been watching from further down the hall."Elliot let out a low, frustrated breath, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, the raw, protective emotion in his gaze was unmistakable. "I don't regret being with you, Rosalie. On that night, or at the gala.

ELLIOTThe heavy glass doors of my private office were closed, but they didn't block out the quiet hum of the top floor or the small, focused sounds coming from just outside my window.I sat back in my leather chair, a cold cup of black coffee sitting untouched on the polished mahogany desk. My hands were folded loosely over my lap, but my mind was completely somewhere else.I found myself thinking about Rosalie.That wasn't unusual lately—she consumed far more of my thoughts than any CEO's personal assistant had a right to. But today, the memory of her didn't start with the tension in this office, or the terrifying anonymous note left on her desk, or even the gala where we had almost lost all control.My mind drifted back to the beginning. Back to the underground private club where the air smelled of expensive perfume, leather, and expensive whiskey.I remembered the mask she had worn, hiding her face, but I remembered her eyes even better. Wide, nervous, filled with a desperate kind