A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 39

Madison

The elevator dinged open to our floor, and Alexander strode out first, leaving me to trail behind him like the good assistant I was supposed to be. My legs still felt wobbly, and sitting at my desk proved interesting.

The day crawled by in a blur of emails and phone calls.

When I walked in, the office cafeteria buzzed with the usual crowd. The coffee machine hummed as I filled my cup with just a splash of cream. I found an empty table near the window, away from the

main crowd.

Thanks to this morning’s activities, my muscles ached in places I didn’t know could ache. I shifted in my seat, wincing slightly, and sipped my coffee.

“Did you see what she’s wearing?” A voice carried from two tables over.

I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, pretending to check emails, but my ears perked up.

“That dress? Yeah, I noticed.” Another voice chimed in. “Looks expensive.”

“It’s totally fake. Have you seen her wardrobe? All knockoffs.”

I tried to ignore the whispers, focusing on my coffee. Their words nagged at me, though – the dress I wore had been Alexander’s choice this morning. I hadn’t even thought to check the label.

After finishing my coffee quickly, I headed to the restroom. Once inside, I twisted around to check the tag on the back of the dress. My eyes widened at the designer’s name–from a luxury brand I’d only seen in magazines. Out of curiosity, I pulled out my phone and searched for the dress online.

My jaw dropped when the price popped up. This simple sweater dress cost more than my monthly

rent. Way more.

“Oh my god,” I whispered to my reflection. Those gossiping women had it completely backward – this wasn’t a knockoff; it was the real deal.

My mind drifted to our shopping trip today. I’d lost count of how many items he’d selected for me. The sales associate had been practically glowing when he said to ring up everything. Just how much had he spent?

I gripped the edge of the sink, feeling slightly dizzy. If this one dress cost this much, the entire wardrobe waiting at his penthouse must be worth…

“Get it together, Madison,” I muttered to myself. This was part of our arrangement, right? But still, the casual way he’d handed over his credit card, like buying a fortune in designer clothes, was as

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routine as ordering coffee…

I smoothed down the impossibly soft fabric. Well, at least those women were wrong about one thing

my “knockoff” probably cost more than their entire wardrobes combined.

The thought made me smile despite myself. If they only knew…

I returned to my desk, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The dress hugged my curves as I sat down, reminding me of its luxurious origins. In my absence, my inbox had exploded with new

messages.

“Another crisis to manage,” I mumbled, clicking through the urgent requests. The familiar rhythm of work helped push away thoughts of price tags and gossiping about coworkers.

The intercom buzzed. “Miss Harper, my office. Now.”

My heart skipped. That tone. I knew that tone.

I smoothed my dress and grabbed my tablet, trying to look professional as I approached his office. My knuckles barely grazed the door when his voice called out.

“Enter.”

Alexander sat behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He didn’t look up from his computer.

“Close the door.”

I clicked it shut, my pulse quickening. The air felt charged, like before a storm.

“Come here.” His eyes finally met mine, dark with intent.

I approached his desk, clutching my tablet like a shield. “Yes, Mr. Knight?”

Alexander’s eyes raked over me, a predatory gleam that made my stomach flip. “Those reports can wait.” He leaned back in his chair. “I want you at my place after work.”

My cheeks flushed. “I can’t tonight. I need to visit my mother at the hospital.”

“Ah. How is she settling in at Hallmark?”

“Better. The new facility is amazing.”

“Good.” He stood, walking around his desk until he was right before me. His cologne filled my senses. “Visit your mother. Spend time with her.” His fingers traced my jaw. “Then come to my penthouse afterward. Your new wardrobe was delivered this afternoon.”

My breath hitched. “I don’t know how late I’ll be…”

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“I’ll wait.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “You can try on everything. Model it for me.” His voice dropped lower. “Or not model it at all.”

I nearly dropped my tablet. “Mr. Knight…”

“The door’s locked.” His hand slid down my neck.

“We’re at work,” I protested weakly, even as my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch.

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