The Billionaire's Secret Mistress - Part 1 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) (The Billionaire's Secret Mistress (Contemporary BW) by Destiny Davis

Chapter 1
     
                  She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him right now.
                  Angela stared at the impossibly handsome man, trying not to lick her lips in lust. With his shaggy brown hair, caramel-tinted eyes, and flexing muscles, Dimitri looked every inch the powerful, famous billionaire entrepreneur that he was. In spite of his constant trip to the tropics, his skin was pale white but it contrasted alluringly against the darkness of his hair. Everything about him oozed power and masculinity. Even through his crisp, expensive suit, she could see the well-defined ripple of his muscles as he walked across the main floor and towards his office. She could so easily imagine him slamming her lithe frame to the wall, yanking her legs around his hips, his throbbing erection pressing against her wet panties, her breasts crushed to the wall of solid muscles on chest…
                  “Shit,” she mumbled under her breath as he approached her table.
                  Her heart dropped as he passed by her cubicle without so much as a sideways glance aimed her way and she frowned as she heard his door slam behind him. Dimitri Fox was a notorious ladies man, always with a different woman on his arm each week, but not once did he ever even look in her direction. He must have romanced most of the women at the office except for her, she often mused.
                  Maybe I’m not good enough for him? These thoughts and more popped unsought and unwelcome into her head. She wrinkled her nose as she peered into her compact mirror. Her skin was dark chocolate, a sharp contrast to his, and her dark brown hair was long and curly with caramel streaks. Her eyes were large and green - a color that clashed with the darkness of her skin. She was slim and petite, but with well-defined curves, an oversized bust, and generous hips that were balanced by an impossibly tiny waist. She’d only seen him with tall, skinny women with no curves whatsoever, though. Maybe that was the reason why half the time he acted like she didn’t exist, she thought with another scowl. She wondered if he even knew her name.
                  His voice was suddenly in her ear, deep and husky.
                  “Angela, please go over these documents and have them approved by finance.”
                  She looked up in annoyance as a thick folder landed on her keyboard, deleting half of the document that she’d painstakingly been typing for two hours.
                  “Okay,” she muttered, pointedly removing the folder from her keyboard, trying not to notice the enticing muskiness of his aftershave.
                  “Sorry,” her boss said, pushing a lock of dark brown hair out of his eyes. She was annoyed to realize that her heart picked up its pace as he leaned against her, placing one hand on the back of her seat to peer at her laptop screen. “Is this the Greenwall report?”
                  “Yes, it is,” she replied. Her skin tingled at the proximity of his body. She cleared her throat. “Will that be all, Dimitri?”
                  “No, actually,” He said coldly. “I’ll just have a quick look at the report, if you don’t mind.” He leaned closer to her screen, idly pushing up his sleeves as his eyes scanned the Word document. A shiver ran down Angela’s spine as she glanced at his muscular, tattooed forearms.
                  “Yes, sure.” She winced at the blatant breathlessness in her voice.
                  “Excuse me, Dimitri?”
                  They both looked up to see a tall, slender blonde simpering at him.
                  “Yes, Katie?” His voice was as glacial as ever but the blonde’s smile didn’t falter.
                  “I just wanted to check if eight was okay?”