Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Dave brown grumbled, “Chelsea, I’m so glad you showed up. I wasn’t sure if you were still

interested in the position,” he mumbled, his voice firm but with a trace of wit. “Well, I’m still not either,”

she replied coolly, eager to hide all signs that she was still not over him. “Really? But you’re here Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

anyway?”

“Yes. I’ll see how the day goes,” she stated, carving a fake smile. Dave responded with a sly grin,

indicating that he finds our banter amusing. “Come with me. I’ll show you the rest of the building.”

He escorted her out of the office and back to the elevator. She took a quick breath in before entering.

“Brown Inc., doesn’t it just occupy this floor?” She asked although it is a multi-billion dollar company,

stupid question, Chelsea.

“Oh, no. I own the whole building,” he grinned, a little too pompously.

“The heart of the company occupies the other floors, and then there’s the lounge up on the penthouse

level, and the cafeteria on the ground level.”

There was a brief silence as she made a mental picture of the place in her head.

“I have to say, you look stunning in that dress,” he added. “I knew it would be perfect for you when I

saw it.”

“You picked it out yourself?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I did. I wanted to.”

She gives him a confused nod and goes quiet. Damn it, that smile could melt her already hardened

heart.

Dave keeps his eyes on her. “Why did it take you so long to come up? Eddy was parked downstairs for

a while.”

Gazing back up at him, she creased her forehead. “I didn’t realise I was being watched?”

“Well, I was waiting for you.”

“And it’s a long drive. What did you expect?” She did not intend for it to come out as a snap, but it does.

Before he can conjure up a feisty remark, the elevator dings and they step out onto another floor.

This one was a lot louder and had a lot more people. The sound of phones ringing, files being

swapped, and business chatter is almost deafening.

People move about with haste and seem to attack their tasks with tenacity.

“So, I take it these are the people that do all the work while you stay up in the penthouse and collect all

the profits,” she says, trying to sound more jokey than sarcastic. She still feels a little bad for snapping

at him just now.’ He lets out a small, genuine laugh. “It doesn’t quite work like that, Chelsea. You really

think I just parade around in an Armani suit and live with it?” “Well, don’t you?” “I work in the field, and I

guess you know what I’m talking about here.”

He seems to blush under her stare before he leans down close to whisper in her ear, “You think you

have me all figured out, but I might just surprise you yet.” Suddenly, Chelsea felt his hand on her lower

back, pressing into it ever so gently. The sensation sends an electric shock right down her spine. They

turn to lock eyes with him, and they continue to stare at each other with silent words until someone

interrupts us. “Mr. Brown, you need to sign this. It’s the contract for the new artefacts from Iran,” a

flustered man in a cheaper suit than Dave’s states, inches away from them.

“Did we get them to agree to our terms?” Dave’s voice was stern and demanding. His focus fades from

her completely, and she watches him in action.

His back turns away from her as he and both men step aside for a private, intense discussion.

She finds the commanding tone in Dave’s voice so sexy and cannot help but be impressed by the

respect he receives from his employees.

“Sorry about that, Chelsea,” he says, returning to her side a minute later. “Let’s continue with the tour,

shall we? And I’ll explain your duties.” For the next hour, Dave shows her all the regal offices of Brown

Inc., “So what exactly is this office all about, aside from treasure hunting?” She asked.

“This is all the papers and legal matters that occurred. I have dozens of men all over the world looking

for ancient artefacts and sometimes I go with them when the job needs a better expert or something

extremely important.”

She nodded as he introduced her to managers, associates, secretaries, and ordinary employees in

almost every department, all the while enlightening her on her heavy workload.

Her job definition includes everything: organising files, screening calls, managing his appointments and

conferences, running chores, briefing reports and presentations, and many other obligations she can’t

even remember right now

By the end of the trip, she was drenched and exhausted to the bone.

She confesses that she didn’t take the role or Dave seriously at first, but after seeing the “lay of the

land,” she was fascinated.

Dave was the true captain of this distinguished ship, which seemed to sail flawlessly in a corporate sea.

His employees, or “team members,” as he calls them, work hard and appear to respect him.

Unfortunately, it makes her less furious and more charmed with him. She just conducts tiny activities

throughout the day. Dave advised her to simply settle in because it was her first day. She will begin

working on anything major the next day. She gets ready to go for the day at five o’clock. She stood up

from her desk, which was directly in front of Dave’s office.

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Within seconds, he walks out and approaches her. “So Chelsea, what do you think? Are you ready to

become a Brown team member?” he asks. Spoken like a true boss. Does she have a choice? The

workload was a bit heavier than she anticipated, but all the tasks seem doable. Now that she knows

her job description, her lack of corporate experience actually does not seem like a problem at all. “Time

will tell,” she said indifferently, sticking to her hostility towards him. He drew closer to her, his face

inches away from hers. She can detect the strong and seductive perfume of his macho cologne. His

penetrating blue eyes stare down at her, rattling her nerves all over again. “Chelsea, don’t you think it’s

time you dropped your tough girl persona?” She scowled at him, her diabolical glare slicing him into

little pieces. “No, but I believe it is time for me to leave.” “We can go together. After all, we’re not

exactly headed to the same place.” “I would rather Eddy pick me up,” she says with a wry smile. He

stands there watching her with a seductive expression. She needs to get out of here before her cheeks

start going red. “Suit yourself,” he says sharply before striding straight back into his office. Shaking her

head at whatever that just was that happened between us, she turned on her heels and exited the floor.

When Eddy arrives downstairs, she looks up towards the building one last time before climbing into the

back of the SUV.

Even though she cannot see Dave, she can feel his eyes on her, surveying her like a king up there on

his throne. Well, she bowed to no one.

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