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  FELIX

  FLORA MADISON

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Madison

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

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  1

  ALIA

  It’s taken Felix Bolton three long months to look me in the eye. I thought I was prepared, that when he finally did toss his attention in my direction I’d square my shoulders and lift my chin. But now that his sultry, sapphire gaze is locked into me I can barely move a muscle. Not only is he the most powerful man at Bolton Productions, the person who could potentially green light my (awesome, if I do say so myself) screenplay some day, but he’s the dead sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life—an added bonus.

  “Alia,” he says, his low voice resembling a grow. I inhale deeply, trembling at the way my name sounds on his tongue.

  “Yes, Mr. Bolton.”

  “Calista went into labor a month early.”

  My finger flies to my lips, sticky from my cherry pink gloss. “Oh God, is she okay?”

  “Everything seems to be okay.” He nods, and a thick strand of his sandy brown hair falls over one eye. “But this leaves me short an assistant a month earlier than anticipated,” he says, and brushes the hair back into place. “With the premiere coming up, I’m not going to be able to do this alone.”

  My naughty brain imagines him doing something else alone. I shake the thought from my mind. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  “Actually, yes. Walk with me.” His outstretched hand beckons me, and I rise from my desk. My sweaty palms smooth the material of my skirt. I silently chastise myself for not getting to laundry sooner, forcing me to wear this skirt that is damn near too tight. Of all days.

  We head down the hallway toward his office. Walking next to him, it hits me just how gigantic of a man he is, towering over me like a giant oak tree. Felix Bolton is built like a professional wrestler. I’m shocked they even make clothes to fit his broad, hulking frame. His relaxed jeans and fitted t-shirt accentuate every ounce of muscle popping off of him. “As you know, Bolton Productions has a lot riding on this new film.”

  “I read the screenplay, Mr. Bolton.” I can’t help but shiver a little, and wrap my arms around my midsection. “It was so scary that I couldn’t look in my bathroom mirror afterward. Every horror movie lover is going to go bananas for it.”

  “Bananas, huh?” The side of his mouth creeps up into a smile, but it vanishes as quickly as it arrives. I clear my throat in embarrassment. I’m a writer for goodness sake; I couldn’t think of a better word than bananas?

  “I mean that it’s guaranteed to be an instant classic.” When in doubt, backpedal.

  “This is exactly why I’ve chosen you to fill in for Calista while she’s on maternity leave.” My boss says this so casually that I’m not quite sure I heard him right. Apparently, my feet feel the same way. I don’t realize I’ve stopped dead in the middle of the hallway until he turns around to face me. “Alia?” He furrows his thick brow.

  For a moment, I can’t breathe. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to get to know someone who can slap my vision on the big screen, and there isn’t a more capable man at Bolton Productions, than Felix Bolton himself.

  “Sorry,” I push a strand of jet black hair behind my ear. “Did you just ask me to be your assistant?”

  “Oh,” he says, full lips, pressed into a perfect o-shape. “I suppose you’re right. Assuming you want the job and asking you are two different things.” He turns his obscenely large palms over as he walks back toward where I stand.

  “That’s not what I meant.” The room spins, I can’t believe my opportunity is happening here and now, when I’m wearing this stupid skirt. I tug at the hem, trying not to full-on blow this.

  “Alia, I’d like for you to take on the role of my assistant for the next three months. That is if you’re interested.”

  My heart beats ninety-to-nothing. Certainly he can see it pulsing through my vintage cardigan sweater set. I remind myself to breathe, taking a deep inhale through my nostrils. “I’m very interested, Mr. Bolton.”

  “Great.” He slaps his hands together, then presses one of them against the side of my arm. Electricity shoots through me, causing my core to ache in a way it hasn’t in a very long time. “I’ll talk with HR and we’ll get the paperwork settled.”

  “Paperwork?”

  “The position comes with a bit of a raise.” A smile spreads across his handsome face, igniting the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. My panties melt into a pool of please-take-me-now-sir at the idea of spending one-on-one time with such a handsome devil, even though he’s clearly out of my league and interested in my assistance, not my body.

  “Can’t fault that.” I smile a little too big, trying to hide my discomfort at being this close to a man this powerful and sexy.

  “You’ll go after lunch.” He motions for me to follow him into his office. “Right now, I’ll need to catch you up on about a hundred things Calista was working on.” I nod, again smoothing down my skirt as he holds the door open for me.

  Inside, his office is immaculate but not stuffy. It’s the exact kind of creative cave every writer craves, complete with a stellar view of palm trees and blue skies. I could definitely get used to something like this.

  “It’s not going to be easy, Alia.” He closes the door behind him, making me wildly aware that we’re alone together. “I may even need you to work a few late nights.”

  Oh dear Lord in heaven above, sign me up. “That won’t be a problem, Mr. Bolton.”

  “Please.” He tilts his head, and again that stray strand of hair tickles his eye. “We’re going to be working very closely together. Call me Felix.”

  Working very closely with a man like this can send a woman into mania. I bet he fucks as hard as he works. A shiver runs up my spine. “If you insist.”

  “Oh I do.” Felix says, moving closer to me. He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Something tells me this is going to work out beautifully.”

  “You know what, Felix?” I draw out his name, showing him that I’m up to the challenge of working alongside the most powerful man at the company. “Something tells me the same thing.”

  2

  FELIX

  Asking Alia to fill in for Calista will either be the best decision I’ve ever made, or the worst. Not because Alia isn’t capable. That’s not it at all. In fact, the woman’s been on her game since the second she started working at my production company. She probably thinks I haven’t noticed, but I’ve had to keep my feelings under wraps. It’s killing me inside seeing her here every day and knowing damn good and well that Alia McDaniels is meant to be mi
ne.

  The timing of Calista’s early labor is bad timing for the movie premiere but perhaps perfect for me to get to know the raven haired, curvy beauty a little better. I’ve never crossed the line with any of my employees, but dammit I’d be a fool not to take advantage of this opportunity with Alia. I won’t pressure her though. In fact, I’ll put the ball in her court.

  It’s taken all of my strength today not to run home and rub one out, or worse stroke myself senseless in my office in between her visits. That skirt she’s wearing fits her like a goddamn glove, making her look like a vintage pinup in her sweet pink sweater. I tilt my head to the side, cracking my neck in an attempt to ground myself. I have the power, we both know that, but I’m not coming off like some common creep. Not with someone as classy and drop dead fucking gorgeous as Alia. This woman’s scrambled every ounce of my senses.

  As if on cue, my office door opens a crack, followed by a delicate knock. Alia peeks her head inside, casting a shy smile in my direction. “Sorry to interrupt.”

  “You’re not interrupting.”

  “Good.” She opens the door, holding a file folder thicker than my forearm. “I found all of the information about the screening’s post party, but we have a problem.”

  “I don’t like those words.”

  “I had a feeling you wouldn’t.” She wiggles over to me and I stiffen in my pants, imaging what it would feel like to bend her over my desk and caress the backs of her creamy white thighs as I pull that tight little skirt of hers over her round ass. “The catering company that Calista booked…well, it no longer exists.”

  “Okay, hire another one.”

  Her amber eyes widen. “We’ve already paid a ten-thousand dollar deposit.” “Can we get it back?” I don’t give a shit about money. Right now, at this moment, I only care about being close to the woman of my dreams.

  “It doesn’t look good. The company’s website’s down. The phone is disconnected. My email bounced back.”

  “You’re right, Alia. It doesn’t look good.” But she does, like an angel fallen straight from the sky and into my office. Her glowing, fair skin against the jet black hair gives her an old Hollywood look that many women shy away from these days.

  “I’ll do some digging.” She turns for the door, but my words stop her.

  “Why don’t you grab a seat?” She flips back around to face me, teeth sunk into her rosy-pink pout. I lick my lips, and imagine tasting her sweet mouth.

  “Should I go grab my laptop?”

  “No, this isn’t about business.”

  “Oh?”

  Her nipples stiffen against the soft fabric of her sweater and I silently thank myself for keeping it so cold in here. “I’m about to order lunch and I thought maybe you could join me. Since we’ll be spending a lot of time together, it’ll be good to get to know you.”

  Her delicate finger taps her sternum. “Me? You want to get to know me?”

  “I may throw in a tidbit or two about myself.”

  Her facade breaks and a smile erupts across her lips. The sheer energy of it lights up the entire office. I’ve never met a more radiant woman in all my life. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “I’m teasing.” The idea of being in here alone with her is almost too much for me to take. Every second I’m not pulling her close to me, caressing every inch of her soft body is pure torture. I don’t give her the chance to sit. “I have a better idea. Let’s go out for lunch.”

  “Just us?”

  “Unless you’d like to release a company memo? Wait…I know, we can hit up the pizza buffet.” I tease her and again, she smiles and tucks a strand of inky black hair behind her ear. Her full cheeks flush an adorable shade of crimson.

  “What about the catering?”

  “If they’re already closed and run off with my money,” I grab my keys from my desk drawer. “Then what’s a few more hours of bliss before I have to find out whoever’s responsible for this and, personally kick their ass?”

  She lifts an arched eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest. “I suppose you’re right.”

  “So, you have no excuse not to go to lunch with me. Unless, you’re personally opposed to getting to know your boss.”

  I’m standing just a bit too close to her. I know this, but I don’t care. The sweet, powdery musk of her skin fills my every breath. It’s intoxicating, and I don’t want it to end.

  “I’m down for a little lunch with my boss.” She says, nodding her head. “I just need to grab my purse.”

  “I’ll walk with you.” Only I stay a few steps behind at first, just so I can take in the glorious sight of her substantial curves. Women built like this are meant for men like me. Alia’s body is sturdy yet soft. With a long exhale, I break the spell and fall in step with her. A few eyes follow us from nearby cubicles as we head for the front door, but I don’t care. It’s not like she was chosen solely for how my body reacts to her. I also know she can get the job done.

  But I’d be lying if I said that seeing her every day doesn’t turn me on. We all need another incentive to come into work. Alia McDaniels is mine.

  3

  ALIA

  We hop in Felix’s car, my entire body tingling with nerves. If you told me this morning that by lunch I’d be dining with the handsome head of the company I’d have to pinch myself to see if I was still dreaming. I sneak glances at his regal profile whenever I can, loving the tiny bump at the bridge of his nose, like he broke it. I wonder if there’s a story behind it. I wring my fingers in my lap, as the streets of Los Angeles pass slowly through in the mid-day traffic.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “One of my favorite spots.” When he turns to me and smiles, my entire body erupts in flames and I can’t help but smile like a lovesick school girl. Strangely, I can’t tell if it’s Felix making me so giddy, or what he could potentially do for my career. I suppose it doesn’t matter either way. I’m here and dammit, I plan on enjoying this foot in the door opportunity. Leaving Bolton Productions without getting my screenplay into the right hands is not an option.

  When we pull into the parking lot and stop at the valet, I do a double take. “This is one of your favorite restaurants?”

  “I know it’s probably not what you expected.”

  I take in the side of the building with its cute little painted sombrero. “No, it’s not at all what I expected,” I say, closing my door. When I turn to Felix, his face falls. “It’s better. This is my favorite spot in the neighborhood.”

  Felix’s smile returns. “Then what are we waiting for? I’m dying for that queso dip.”

  “Oh my God, me too!” My palms fly to my chest, partly due to the relief of not having to eat some place fancy and pretend like I know which fork is for which course.

  As soon as we’re greeted, the woman shows us to a booth. Felix lets me lead behind her, pressing his hand on my lower back. Shocked, my body shivers beneath his touch. Even though this is totally business, it feels a little like a date.

  It’s not, weirdo. Don’t make this something it isn’t.

  I slide into my side of the booth, open the menu, and clear my throat. My eyes dart up and down the tiny print, not reading the words. I have this menu memorized, and already know exactly what I’m getting but I need some place to put my eyes that isn’t on Felix.

  “So, are you from California?”

  “No,” I say, swallowing back another set of nerves bubbling in my throat. “I’m actually from Illinois, but I’ve been here for about three years.”

  “I’m not from here either.”

  I huff out a tiny laugh. “I know.” He raises his eyes from his menu, meeting my glance. The room moves in slow motion around us. I feel like we’re the last two people on earth. No one’s ever done that to me with their eyes alone. “Your family’s kind of famous.”

  “Yeah, I forget about that sometimes.” He brushes his thick hair back from his impossibly blue eyes.

  “You forget?” I
nod, pursing my lips. “That you’re from a billionaire tycoon family?”

  “It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, Alia.”

  “Well, I come from nothing, so to me it seems pretty amazing.” I dab my chip in the salsa and crunch into it. “I’ve had to work for everything I have, but I like it that way. In fact, I prefer it. Keeps me tough.”

  “I like that about you.” The words flow quickly from his lips as he grabs a chip. He continues talking about his family. His three brothers and how different they are. I never would’ve guessed a man like Felix would be so easy to talk with.

  “Whoa,” Felix says tilting the now empty basket of chips. “I guess we were hungry.”

  “Who can blame us.” I say, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. “These chips are like crack.”

  “Do you trust me?” His eyes sparkle in the low light of the restaurant as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. Felix’s rugged beard does little to cover his traditionally handsome good looks. With his high cheekbones and full lips, he could be a male model. The sudden wave of insecurity has me reaching for my water glass, just to give me something to do.

  “Sure.” I say, not knowing what he’s getting at.

  “Then I’m going to order my favorite dishes for both of us to share. Then, the next time we come you can take the lead.”

  “Next time?”

  The words are barely out of my mouth when the waitress comes around and Felix orders a feast suitable for an entire company office party. When he’s finished, the wide-eyed waitress walks away, and I can’t contain my laughter.

  “You know there are only two of us here in this booth?” I tease.

  He leans forward across the table. “I’m very aware that it’s just you and me.”