A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Madison

Alexander stood beside my desk, looking unfairly composed, while I probably resembled a startled cat.

“Your mother’s medical bills.” He placed a business card on my desk. “Send them to this email address. I’ll have my team

transfer her to Hallmark Hospital.”

“Oh.” I blinked at the card, my brain struggling to shift gears from ‘almost sex‘ to ‘serious conversation.” “That’s… thank you. Really. I mean, Hallmark Hospital is-

“The best in the city.” He cut off my rambling with that amused smirk. “I know.”

I picked up the card, my fingers brushing against his. The brief contact sent electricity shooting up my arm. “I’ll send these over right away.”

“Good.” His eyes darkened as they swept over me, lingering on my still–flushed cheeks.

I glanced at my watch, desperate for a distraction from his intense gaze. 7:47 PM. How had it gotten so late?

“I should probably head home.” My voice came out shakier than intended. “It’s getting late.”

“My driver will take you.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary.”

“Madison.” His tone brooked no argument. “After our… discussion earlier, I insist.”

Heat crept up my neck at the memory. “I- um, well…‘

“John will be waiting downstairs in five minutes.” His eyes glinted with amusement at my flustered state. “Unless you’d prefer to continue where we left off?”

“No! I mean, yes – I mean…” I grabbed my purse, nearly dropping it. “Downstairs sounds good. Great. Perfect.”

His low chuckle followed me as I practically fled away from him. My cheeks burned as I waited for the elevator, hyperaware of his gaze on my back. The longest thirty seconds of my life ticked by before the doors finally opened with a ding.

Inside the elevator, I slumped against the wall, my legs still wobbly from our encounter. My reflection in the mirrored walls showed a woman who looked thoroughly… well, let’s just say my appearance screamed ‘office makeout session.‘

John waited by the curb, looking as professional as ever in his crisp uniform. Thank god he couldn’t read minds, or I’d die of

embarrassment.

“Good evening, Miss Harper.” He opened the door with a slight bow.

“Evening, John.” I slid into the backseat, praying he wouldn’t notice my flushed state.

The drive home was mercifully quiet, though every bump in the road reminded me of how worked up I still was. Alexander’s phantom touch lingered on my skin, making it impossible to sit still.

“We’ve arrived, Miss Harper.”

I practically jumped. “Oh! Right. Thank you, John.”

Inside my apartment, I kicked off my heels and made a beeline for the shower. The hot water helped wash away some of the tension but did nothing to erase the memory of Alexander’s fingers exploring….

“Focus, Madison,” I muttered, reaching for the shampoo.

Twenty minutes later, wrapped in my comfiest pajamas settled on my couch with my laptop.

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The business card Alexander gave me felt heavy in my hand as I typed out the email. Attaching Mom’s medical bills felt

surreal like I was living in some alternate reality where billionaires just casually offered to pay for things.

“And all it cost was my soul. And possibly my sanity,” I muttered, hitting send.

My fingers traced the edge of my laptop, a small smile creeping across my face. Mom would flip when she found out. No more sharing rooms with three other patients, no more mystery meat masquerading as dinner, and no more overworked nurses too busy to answer call buttons.

God, I was talking to my pajamas now. That was a clear sign of losing it.

Even if it meant dealing with Alexander’s wandering hands. And his smirks. And those eyes that seemed to undress me every time he looked my way. And his fingers that knew exactly where to…

I knocked on Alexander’s office door, clutching my tablet like a shield.

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