The Billionaire's Assistant E-Book

Jeff Miller

• Herausgeber: Jeff Miller
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

He’s brilliant, ruthless, and never mixes business with pleasure… until her.
Chloe Taylor didn’t expect her new boss to be a man who freezes boardrooms with a glance—and stirs something in her she can’t ignore. Ethan Steele is everything she’s been warned about: cold, demanding, untouchable. But the more she tries to stay professional, the more the line begins to blur.
And when secrets surface and loyalties are tested, Chloe must decide if walking away means losing more than just her job.
A sizzling slow-burn office romance full of tension, secrets, and a dangerously irresistible connection.
 

Leseprobe

Chapter 1: The Enigmatic CEO

The air on the top floor of Steele Tower was cooler—crisper, somehow—as if the atmosphere itself bent to Ethan Steele’s will.

Chloe Winters stood still for a moment as the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Her polished heels clicked sharply against the pristine marble floor, echoing through the hallway like a challenge. She clutched her leather-bound portfolio tightly against her chest, the pulse at her throat betraying her calm exterior.

She had made it here. After a grueling three rounds of interviews and a background check that may as well have been conducted by the CIA, she was now seconds away from meeting him.

Ethan Steele.

The name alone stirred whispered awe in boardrooms and struck dread in underperforming executives. A self-made billionaire before the age of thirty-five, Ethan had transformed Steele Enterprises from a modest software firm into a global tech conglomerate. Ruthless in the boardroom, calculated in his decisions, and icy in demeanor, Ethan was known for his near-impossible standards and total lack of tolerance for inefficiency.

He also had one golden rule: Never mix business with pleasure.

He lived by it.

And Chloe? She intended to survive by it.

A sleek assistant led her into the CEO’s office without so much as a smile. The room was minimalist, lined with glass on two sides, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. At the far end of the room, behind a polished obsidian desk, sat the man himself.

Ethan Steele didn’t look up right away. He was reading something on a tablet, expression unreadable, fingers steepled against his chin. When he finally did lift his gaze, it was sharp and assessing, like a surgeon’s blade.

“Miss Winters,” he said without inflection, setting the tablet aside. “You’re three minutes early. Good.”

His voice was smooth—controlled. No wasted words. No unnecessary pleasantries.

“Thank you, Mr. Steele,” Chloe replied evenly, keeping her chin high despite the flutter in her stomach.

“Sit.” He gestured to the chair across from him, and as she obeyed, she could feel the weight of his eyes studying her like a problem to be solved. “I’ve read your resume. It’s impressive. Ivy League, multilingual, project coordination for Fortune 500 companies... but this job is different.”

“I understand that,” she replied. “I’m ready.”

“Are you?” he said softly, almost to himself.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “This job requires discretion, endurance, and loyalty. I expect complete availability and absolute focus. If you’re looking for recognition or compliments, you’ve come to the wrong floor. You’re here to solve problems before I know they exist. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, sir.”

Something flickered in his eyes—a spark of amusement? Or was it challenge?

“Monday. 6:45 a.m. sharp,” he said, already picking up his tablet again. “Don’t be late.”

The meeting was over. No handshake. No small talk. Chloe stood, smoothed her skirt, and left with her heart pounding.

Her First Day

Her first official day began in darkness. The city was barely stirring when she arrived at the office, coffee in hand, dressed in slate-gray professionalism. Ethan was already there.

Of course, he was.

The hours that followed felt like a crash course in high-level crisis management. Ethan communicated in clipped instructions and sharp glances. Everything was urgent. Every detail mattered. She had barely finished one task before the next demand arrived—meetings rescheduled, files color-coded, contracts revised, and a brewing PR issue in Asia diffused before noon.

Yet she didn’t falter.

She listened. She adapted. She solved.

By late afternoon, her muscles ached and her brain felt like it had run a marathon. Ethan hadn’t offered a single compliment, but she noticed the subtle signs: the way he didn’t double-check her work, how he forwarded an urgent email to her without explanation, trusting she’d handle it.

He passed by her desk once, pausing briefly.

“Good instincts,” he murmured before walking away.

It wasn’t praise, not exactly—but coming from him, it felt like a medal of honor.

A Quiet Revelation

That night, Chloe sat in her modest apartment, staring at the city lights. She should have been exhausted. And she was. But beneath the fatigue, there was a thrill.

She had faced the storm head-on and survived Day One.

Still, she knew better than to get comfortable. Ethan Steele was brilliant, but dangerous. Not in the way that threatened physical harm—but in the way that made you forget where the lines were. His world was fast and intoxicating. A single misstep could cost her everything.

Especially with secrets like hers.

Secrets that couldn’t afford to come to light—not now, not ever.

So she made a silent vow, wrapping it around her like armor.

Stay focused. Stay invisible. Don’t get close.

But the funny thing about rules is... they’re always one heartbeat away from being broken.

Chapter 2: The Cold, Brilliant Boss

The first morning of Chloe Winters' new job felt like she’d been launched into a warzone—only the bullets were calendar notifications, back-to-back meetings, and the clipped demands of a man who ruled his empire with terrifying precision.

At exactly 6:45 a.m., Chloe stepped off the elevator on the 57th floor of Steele Tower, the leather of her heels barely making a sound on the marble floor. She wore a tailored navy suit, her dark brown curls pinned in a neat chignon, and clutched a notebook filled with research she’d done on Steele Enterprises, their competitors, and even on Ethan Steele himself.

She needed to be more than prepared. She needed to be unshakable.

Her desk was sleek, minimal, and positioned directly outside Ethan’s office—a glass and steel fortress with smart-lock doors, black-tinted windows, and a silence that made her skin crawl. His previous assistant had vacated the space quickly, and from the whispers she’d overheard during onboarding, no one lasted long under Mr. Steele.

But Chloe wasn’t just anyone.

The computer screen blinked to life, and immediately the chaos began.

An alert flashed for a rescheduled board meeting. A courier arrived with documents that needed signatures. A PR manager called about an emergency press release. Then another alert—Ethan was expecting a revised strategy report in exactly thirteen minutes.

Thirteen.

Not fifteen. Not “as soon as possible.” Thirteen.

She dove in, fingers flying over keys, her mind a whirl of deadlines and priorities. By the time she stood to walk the report into Ethan’s office, she realized she hadn’t even taken a sip of her coffee.

She knocked twice.

“Enter,” came the low command from within.

Ethan Steele didn’t look up as she walked in, his eyes focused on a multi-screen display of financial dashboards. Chloe laid the revised report on the corner of his desk, quietly stepping back.

He finally glanced up, his gaze flicking over her, sharp and cool.

“You were two minutes early,” he said.

“I thought you preferred that.”

“I do.” His voice was unreadable, but his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary before returning to the screens. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t much, but from Ethan Steele, that bordered on a standing ovation.

The Orchestration of Chaos

By 9 a.m., Chloe had rescheduled two international conference calls, rerouted a shipment delay in Singapore, and managed to memorize the coffee preferences of five senior VPs without writing them down. She kept a running to-do list that updated itself in her mind like code, checking things off even as new tasks came flying in.

The staff spoke about Ethan in hushed tones, like invoking a deity who might strike you down for insolence. Most people seemed afraid of him—and for good reason. Ethan didn’t tolerate mistakes, and he certainly didn’t reward effort if it didn’t result in excellence.

Still, Chloe found herself intrigued.

He was a mystery wrapped in precision.

When she brought his mid-morning espresso—a triple shot, half-sweet, piping hot—she noticed a slight pause in his typing before he reached for the cup. He didn’t thank her, but his brow didn’t crease like it did when something wasn’t right.

She counted that as a win.

Ice in His Veins

The rest of the day followed the same tempo—fast, relentless, exhausting. At 2:00 p.m., Chloe slipped into Ethan’s office to deliver the new analytics deck. She handed it to him in silence, waiting for the barrage of edits.

He flipped through it slowly, then looked up.

“This is good,” he said.

Chloe blinked. “Thank you.”

“But page six is missing the revised metrics for Q2. That chart’s outdated. Replace it.”

And just like that, the briefest glimpse of warmth vanished, the wall slammed back into place.

She nodded, retreating as quickly as she’d entered.

Cracks in the Ice

That evening, long after most of the staff had gone home, Chloe remained at her desk, reviewing Ethan’s schedule for the next week. She’d skipped lunch, powered through meetings, and only now allowed herself to breathe.

She was logging the final entry into his digital calendar when the door behind her opened.

“You’re still here.”

She turned. Ethan stood in the hallway, jacket slung over one arm, his collar slightly undone. For the first time, he looked… less composed. Less mechanical. Human.

“I wanted to make sure everything was set for tomorrow,” Chloe said, keeping her voice professional.

His eyes flicked to her screen, then back to her. “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I know,” she said, hesitating. “But I wanted to.”

Something shifted in his expression. Not a smile, not a softening—but something almost imperceptible. He nodded once and turned away, walking toward the elevator.

She stared after him long after he’d gone.

Late Night Thoughts

At home, Chloe sat on her couch with a frozen meal she barely tasted, her laptop open beside her. She’d gotten through her first day and hadn’t just survived—she’d excelled. Ethan might not have said it, but his lack of criticism spoke volumes.

Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about the look in his eyes just before he left. It hadn’t been cold.

It had been… tired. Lonely, maybe.

Was it possible the ice around him wasn’t armor, but prison?

She shook her head, laughing to herself.

“Don’t go romanticizing the boss, Chloe,” she muttered. “He’s just another brilliant man who doesn’t want to be bothered.”

But the whisper of curiosity had already taken root.

Day Two: Unspoken Games

The next morning, Chloe arrived even earlier. Ethan was already there.

She walked in with his espresso at 6:50 a.m. He took it without comment, but his gaze held hers a fraction longer than necessary.

“Don’t you sleep?” she asked lightly.