The Boss’s New Plaything by Layla Valentine

He’s the billionaire who always gets what he wants.And now it’s my turn.He wants me…
Her:
He may be twenty years older than me,And five billion dollars richer. But that ain’t gonna stop him.He’s the boss.And he’s gonna make me his plaything.
Him
It’s a bad habit, I knowI’ve had every intern that’s ever set stiletto’d foot into my officeI told myself I wouldn’t go there again,But damn, this new girl’s gonna break me.She wants it, I can tell,Biting her lip every time she thinks I’m not looking.She thinks she’s playing me, and boy, is she about to be surprised.She wants to work for me?She can work under me, alright.