Close To Her Asian Billionaire

“I’m a great employer.”

“You would say that.” Carla stood, slinging the bag over her shoulder. “I’d also need a few pictures to glam up the pages. Maybe something for the front cover as well. My friend said this would make the front page.”

Jason shrugged. He didn’t seem alarmed about the photo shoot. Carla surmised he probably wanted to get his clothes off. Suddenly she had an image of him naked and she blushed, mentally trying to switch away from the picture to something bland and boring.

But it didn’t really work.

“I don’t have any problems with that. Just tell my personal assistant when and where.” Jason leaned forward. “On one condition.”

“I wasn’t aware there would be any conditions.”

“That you have dinner with me.”

Carla swayed. She stared at him.

“Dinner with you?”

She couldn’t have heard properly. Jason chuckled.

“It’s not that difficult. Just wear a nice dress and turn up to a fancier restaurant and enjoy my company for a couple of hours.”

“I heard you.” Carla said faintly. She gripped the straps of her bag. “I just didn’t believe it. People don’t ask me on dates.”

“Are guys normally threatening to beat you up?”

Carla smiled.

“Usually.”

Jason grinned. He stood. Carla felt like the air had been sucked out of her as he stepped closed.

“Dinner with me and I’ll let you do your worst with my staff.”

Carla didn’t know what to think for a moment. She was meant to be investigating the man, not having dinner with him. But, on the other hand, what better way to investigate him than to be close to him? She wasn’t going to sleep with him – Carla had her boundaries – but a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant didn’t often come around.

She looked up at him and nodded.

“Okay.”

*****

Carla arrived at the cafe first and went in to find the lunch rush easing off. Their favorite table was clearly not being used. Carla plonked her bag on one of the chairs and her jacket onto another before going up to the counter, giving a young couple sitting at the next table a smile and a wave when they gave her a scowl.

Some people would be upset about anything.

Carla got to the counter and ordered a mixed berry smoothie and a slice of shortbread. What she really wanted was a black coffee and a slice of fudge cake but if Amy came in now and saw her eating it there would be a lot of nagging and scolding for ruining her diet.

Carla hadn’t even been aware that she was on a diet; her body was half a stone heavier than she wanted it to be but she was happy with what she had. But Amy saw it as weight that desperately needed to move and had told Carla to go on a diet and cut down on the foods she enjoyed while stepping up on her exercise. That had been three months ago and Carla wondered if Amy was going to mention the fact that she hadn’t shifted the weight at all.

She was back at her table when a tall, beautiful black woman came in. Statuesque in white jeans and a pale blue blouse with big glasses and black stilettos, Amy Thomas was a sight to behold. With her straightened hair pulled back in a high ponytail away from her slim face and porcelain skin, she could have been a model. Amy liked people to think she was instead of an overworked editor for a gossip magazine.

Carla nibbled on her shortbread while her friend ordered, then stood up to greet her as Amy approached.

“Hey, girlfriend. I was wondering where you’d gone.”

“Sorry, honey. Traffic was hell getting here.”

Amy put her decaf tea and flapjack on the table before giving Carla a hug. She gave the male of the couple behind them a wink and blew him a kiss. Carla saw the girlfriend look furiously at her friend as Amy turned away and sat down. She shook her head.

“Always breaking up relationships you’re never in.”

“I know. It’s fun.” Amy sat back and crossed her legs. “So, did you get it?”

“Yep. He answers the questions without any arguments.”

Carla had been surprised at that considering the responses she had got when asking a few journalists who had graced Jason’s presence. Amy looked surprised as well.

“How did you manage all that? I’ve struggled to get a phone interview with the man, let alone a face-to-face. Those who have managed have had a rude man sitting opposite.”

“He did say I was prettier than them and I asked the right questions.”

Carla had been flattered when Jason said that. She didn’t describe herself as overly pretty, merely nicely attractive. Her looks weren’t something she prioritized, especially during an assignment despite her boss’ intentions to make her part of several honey traps. So to hear someone compliment her in the way Jason had was something Carla wasn’t used to but was starting to like.

“I’m sure he was focused on your looks.” Amy snorted. “Considering how much was on display.”

She pointedly looked at Carla’s cleavage. For maximum effect Carla had chosen to wear her suit without a blouse, merely putting the jacket on over her bra. Her bre*sts were a good, ample size and she knew Jason would appreciate them enough to be distracted in what he was saying.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

Partially. Jason had seemed to make Carla distracted just by sitting opposite her.

“I guess it did.” Amy conceded. She picked up her cup and took a sip. “But what part of your soul did you have to sell?”

“I’m sorry?”

“There’s always a catch. He never wants something for nothing.”

Carla sighed and looked at her smoothie, unwilling to look at her friend. Somehow now this felt like selling her soul.

“He asked me to dinner tonight. I had to say yes to get access to his staff.” She added quickly when she glanced up and saw Amy’s expression.

Amy snorted.

“And for dessert you’ll be in the back of his limo legs akimbo with his co*k fu*king your pu*sy to make you scream his name.”

“Amy!” Carla felt her cheeks flaming as the description conjured up an image that had her pu*sy demanding a recreation. She glanced over Amy’s shoulder and saw that the young couple had now left. Even then she lowered her voice. “You have a dirty mind.”

“So do you if that blush is anything to go by.” Amy chuckled. “You really need to get laid.”

“I wasn’t planning on having s*x with him!”

But now the thought was there, it was cemented in Carla’s head and she couldn’t get rid of it. Again the image of Jason naked came back to her mind’s eye. This time she saw a co*k that was long and almost as thick as her wrist. She knew she was exaggerating but her mind had a habit of blowing things out of proportion.

Swallowing, she focused on her friend, who was watching her skeptically.

“I’m not going to sleep with him.” She said firmly. “I happen to like him. That’s why I accepted.”

That and it allowed her to talk to his employees.

“You like Jason Liu?” Amy shook her head. “You are a strange person.”

Carla knew that. She always knew she was in trouble if anything further went on with Jason. If her thoughts were anything to go by, Carla knew it was only a matter of time before she broke her main rule about sleeping with someone on an assignment.

That’s when the sh*t would be hitting the fan.