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  Training Their Virgin Assistant

  A BBW Billionaire Menage Romance

  Harper West

  Contents

  Dear Reader

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Also by Harper West

  About Harper West

  Dear Reader

  Thanks so much for taking a chance on my word baby! I hope you love them as much as I do! I’m still new to this whole writing thing, but I’m hella excited to see what happens and have you join me on this journey!

  I hope you love sexy alpha males, and killer romance, as I’m a huge fan, so that’s what I’m writing about. Oh, and menage. I love me some menage, becuase it’s all about her, am I right ;)?

  Keep an eye out as I’ve got quite a few books I’ve been holding on to, coming out soon so make sure you sign up for my newsletter to stay informed!

  xoxo,

  Harper

  Chapter 1

  Jilly

  “This used to fit me, I swear!” I moan, abandoning my efforts. It’s useless – no matter how much I tug; the zipper just won’t go up!

  Penny, my best friend and roomie, looks up at me with a sympathetic expression. “You can borrow something of mine,” she offers. “What about my pencil skirt?”

  I laugh. “Yeah, right,” I reply. “Like my fat ass would fit into anything of yours!”

  Penny frowns. “Jilly, you have to stop being so hard on yourself,” she says. “Whatever you wear, you’re going to look great.”

  I sigh, blowing my bangs sky-high into the air. Standing in front of the mirror, I feel like a complete failure ... and I haven’t even had my interview yet.

  “Come on,” Penny says. She puts a hand on my arm and leads me across the room, to the closet, before opening the doors. “I’m sure we can find something that works on you.”

  Still frowning, I stand idly and watch as she flips through my clothes. Being a big girl hasn’t ever been easy ... especially not before a job interview at one of the most prestigious firms in the city.

  “When I get hired, I’m going to have to get an entirely new wardrobe,” I say, biting my lower lip nervously. “If I get hired, anyway.”

  “Just relax,” Penny tells me. She hands me a dress – purple jersey with a gathered waist – and points at the bathroom. “Go change.”

  Reluctantly, I take the material from her and leave my bedroom. The bathroom lighting is even more unflattering than the lights in my bedroom, and I blush, turning away from my reflection as I step out of the black skirt and white blouse and into the purple dress. Thankfully, it still fits, although it does nothing to minimize my curves – if anything, I look even bigger than I did before!

  “Jilly, did you fall in,” Penny calls, rapping on the door. “Are you okay?” She adds, in a slightly more serious tone. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing,” I say. Opening the door, I raise my eyebrow at her for approval. “What do you think?”

  Squealing, Penny claps her hands and nods. “You look so hot,” she says. “They just have to hire.”

  I frown. “Pen, this is for a desk job,” I say slowly. “It’s not like I’m there to be looked at, you know.”

  In truth, I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I just graduated from college a year ago, and at twenty-two the only jobs I’ve ever held have been retail. I’ve been applying to “real” jobs for over six months, but this is the first interview I’ve been called for, and I have no idea how it’s going to go. Penny and I sat down the night before and she read over some sample questions to me, but I just felt flustered and embarrassed. I’ve always been super shy when it comes to talking about myself – and being put on the spot always, always makes me squirm.

  “Hey,” Penny says, snapping her fingers and knocking me out of my own thoughts. “Earth to Jilly!”

  “Sorry,” I say, blushing furiously. I take a deep, shuddering breath and exhale. “I think I’m just nervous.”

  “Why? You’re going to kill it,” Penny tells me. She follows me back into my bedroom and plops down on my bed, picking at her cuticles as I sit down at my vanity. “You were top of your class. You worked your butt off, putting yourself through college, and you’re really smart.”

  I glanced at her in the mirror. “Yeah, but that doesn’t always like, mean I’ll be good at real world stuff, you know.” I sighed. “Sometimes, I just feel like such a dumb little kid.”

  “Well, you’re not,” Penny says firmly. She grins at me. “You’re going to totally kill it.”

  I swallow and turn back to my own reflection without giving her a reply. Penny and I have been best friends since we were little kids – we grew up on the same street, in the same middle-class neighborhood. Her mom and mine were in the same book club. Despite being closer to her than anyone else in the world, sometimes I think Penny and I couldn’t be more opposite. She’s gorgeous – tall, thin, red hair and bright green eyes, whereas I’m short, curvy, and brunette. Penny’s confident and extroverted – the kind of girl who can get anything she wants, and she knows it.

  And, well ... let’s just say that’s not exactly me.

  “Maybe I should cancel,” I say, biting my thumbnail. “I don’t feel prepared.”

  “Jilly!” Penny exclaims. “It’s in two hours! You can’t do that – they’ll think you’re a flake.”

  “I am a flake,” I groan, burying my face in my hands.

  “Well, I’ve been doing a little research of my own, thanks to Google” Penny says in a sly voice. “And you’re definitely going to want to go.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “Well, yeah,” I quip. “Rent money doesn’t exactly grow on trees.”

  “Oh, it’s better than money,” Penny says with a smirk.

  “Free chocolate for life?”

  Penny bursts out laughing and throws a pillow at me. I dodge it and it bounces off the mirror, falling to the floor at my feet.

  “No,” she says. “The CEOs are like, two of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen.”

  I roll my eyes. “Really, Pen?” I ask skeptically. “Just because some guy is hot isn’t a reason to work there.”

  Penny gives me a cat-like smile. “Oh, yes it is,” she purrs, stretching her arms over her head and raising an eyebrow at me. “Think about it. You could marry one of them. You’d never have to work again in your life!”

  My jaw drops and my cheeks burn bright hot. “I’ve never even had a boyfriend!” I exclaim. “And honestly, that’s a terrible thing to do to someone!”

  “Not if they’re gorgeous and you love them,” Penny objects. “And I think I fell in love with at least one of these guys just by looking.”

  “You fall in love at least twice a week,” I tell her gently.

  Penny shrugs and giggles. “Maybe,” she counters. “But since when is that such a bad thing?”

  “It’s not, for you,” I say, still gnawing on my lip.

  “You should give it a shot sometime,” Penny continues. She smirks at me. “You need to loosen up.”

  I blush again, looking down a
t the surface of my vanity and reaching for lip balm. “I don’t know. It just seems ... easier this way, you know? Like, I don’t have to worry about shaving my legs all the time or making sure that I always look nice. I can always get dessert and eat the whole thing without some guy thinking that I’m too fat already. I don’t have to worry about like, ordering a salad instead of a big, messy burger. And I can always go see the movies that I want to see, not like some dumb action flick.”

  “Well, you get comfortable in a relationship, too,” Penny says hesitantly. “After a while, I mean.”

  I don’t reply. I don’t want to tell her that that was exactly what I was afraid of – well, that and several other things. In reality, I was addicted to love.

  I’d just never been in it, myself.

  In college, every Friday night, I’d had a tradition: parmesan-butter popcorn and the cheesiest rom-coms I could find ... and maybe a few romance novels on my Kindle, when I knew Penny was going to be out of the room.

  Romance had been my solace, my comfort, for as long as I could remember. But the idea of meeting a guy in real life was too intimidating to even think about. Even discounting my curvy figure and shy personality, I knew that nothing was ever as perfect as the movies. People got into fights, or wore ugly clothes, or did things like fart constantly in their sleep.

  Penny had had dozens of boyfriends over the years since high school, and every relationship started out exactly the same: she’d gush and gush about how perfect the guy was, only to find out that he was a human being just like the rest of us. The high would fade, and soon Penny would be single again ... until the cycle repeated itself, at least.

  I never want that to happen to me. More than anything else in the world, I want someone to love – and who loves me – but I know it will never happen. The world is too superficial for a timid, curvy girl like me to find her Prince Charming.

  “Jilly, you should probably get a move on,” Penny says, yawning and stretching. She seems like she’s lost a little bit of her pep. “You don’t wanna be late.”

  “Fair enough,” I say nervously, standing up and slipping my feet into the practical black pumps that my mom gave me as a college graduation present. “I just really, really hope I don’t screw this up.”

  Penny gets to her feet and walks over to hug me. “You’ll do great,” she says. “Like I said, you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met before. I’m sure everything is gonna be fine.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I tell her.

  “And remember the hot CEOs,” Penny adds slyly. “If you meet one of them, you gotta tell me about it.” She grinned. “I wanna know what such a god is like in person.”

  Just the idea of meeting the CEO is mortifying – but the idea of rushing home to gossip with Penny about it is even worse.

  “Pen,” I say, trying my hardest not to blush. “Even if I do get the job, I’m probably never even gonna see one of those guys! This position is for an admin assistant, I’m sure I’ll probably be stuck in some cubicle farm, typing away until my fingers fall off.”

  “I think you’re just scared,” Penny says. One of her eyebrows goes into a high arch and she gives me a strange look. “I think you’re just as curious as I am, you just don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

  I flush beet red. “That’s not true,” I say. “It’s just, I’m going there to work. I don’t want to get some reputation as ... I don’t know, some kind of desperate man-hunter.”

  Penny pouts. “Fine,” she says, pretending to sulk as she crosses her arms over her lean chest. “Be boring, then.”

  I laugh. “There are plenty of other guys around here,” I say.

  “Yeah, I mean, it’s not like we aren’t in one of the biggest cities in the world,” Penny says. She cocks her head to the side and gives me a thoughtful look. “You ever think we’d have more luck in a small town? Like, if we left New York and went somewhere else?”

  I snort. “You forget that I’m not the one trying to meet a man,” I reply. “But there’s no way I’m ever leaving New York. It was always my dream to move here. You know that.”

  Penny nods. “Our parents would be happy, at least,” she muses. Glancing down at her phone, she gives a little start. “You’re gonna be seriously late,” she says. “You really should go.”

  I take one last deep, nervous breath before grabbing my purse.

  “Text me when you’re done?” Penny asks. “Maybe we can get a drink or something.”

  “If it doesn’t go well, I shouldn’t spend any money,” I say grimly. “If I don’t get this, it’s back to ramen noodles and hardboiled eggs until I can get my act together.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Penny says. She leans over and gives me a hug. “Just trust me.”

  The whole subway ride into Manhattan, I can’t stop thinking about the conversation I just had with Penny. Deep down, I wonder if she’s right. I wonder if I’m actually too scared to meet any guy, not just the supposedly-gorgeous CEOs.

  God, it’s not like they’d want anything to do with me, anyway, I think as I look down at my bulging hips under the jersey material of my dress. I’m sure they like, date models and girls who look like they could be on The Bachelor.

  When the subway slides to a stop at the station by SMX, I take a deep, calming breath, grip the railing and exit, hope and anxiety and fear all swelling together in my body in a desperate, confusing blend.

  I’ve got this, I tell myself. I can do this. I can definitely do this.

  Chapter 2

  Mason

  Every day is the same.

  At least, it has been for the last several years. After I caught my wife, Gina, in bed with my younger brother, I kicked her to the curb. New York may be no fault, but I made sure that cold-hearted bitch didn’t get a nickel out of me.

  “Mason, I love you,” Gina had pleaded. “Why are you doing this? Why are you breaking up the family?”

  It had been strangely hilarious: she still had my brother’s cum in her pussy and she was accusing me of breaking up a family.

  Being married had never suited me, anyway. It had just been another checkmark, another thing to tick off the list of Life. I’d probably been a terrible husband, but I’d always been faithful, which was at least one thing I could hold over Gina’s head. Not that I gave a shit – hell, not that I give a shit now. The day she moved out of our condo was the first time in years that I felt like I could breathe again.

  And ever since then, I’d been doing fine.

  I am fine.

  I’m just never going to let myself get sucked into the trap of being with a woman again.

  It’s not just women who I don’t trust. Growing up in one of New York’s wealthiest families taught me a valuable lesson from an early age. Everyone wants something. Everyone wants to use you, to get everything they can from you, to take advantage. I learned quickly to hold my cards close to my vest, to never let anyone think for a fucking second that I was weak, or that I had more than an ounce of sympathy to play on.

  People accuse me of being cold, but they don’t know the half of it. They don’t know what it was like to grow up, über-rich among the rich, at boarding school where my so-called friends wanted nothing more than to borrow my Bentley and take it for a joy ride. Girls flirting with me only because they wanted me to take them to the most expensive restaurants or get them into parties and buy them so much cocaine that their fake little noses would fall off.

  It’s shitty, I know, but a man has to survive. I think the last time I felt anything, anything at all was when my parents died in a plane crash. And even then, it wasn’t grief. It was confusion that I didn’t feel worse. It wasn’t like they had raised me, but I’d been trained by society to think of death as the worst possible thing to happen to a family.

  And instead, I had felt nothing but guilt.

  There’s only one person in the world who I see as a true friend, an equal, a partner.

  It’s likely going to stay that way fo
r the rest of my life.

  “Mr. Rhodes?”

  My head snaps up and I see my secretary, Allison, standing in my open doorway. Her eyes are glued to me, and I wish I can roll my eyes. She’s got it for me, bad, and I’m fucking tired of it.

  My partner, Jay, deals with the same thing ... but he doesn’t see it as a problem. He enjoys the attention; he’s almost my foil, in a way.

  “Mase, you gotta relax,” he told me one night, over a nightcap of cognac. “Every woman who works for you – regardless of age, marital status, or supposed sexual orientation, wants you. You just gotta enjoy it.”

  He’d grinned at me that night and I even may have laughed, but I sure as shit don’t feel like laughing now.

  “What?”

  Allison flushes, her cheeks turning dark pink. She licks her lips, tearing her gaze away from my face and staring down at the floor.

  “What?” I demand, louder this time. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

  “I just wanted to ask if you wanted coffee,” Allison says timidly. “You’re here earlier than usual.”

  I look up at her and frown. “That’s because I have a meeting,” I say. “And if you had been doing your job properly, you would have known that.”

  “I’m sorry, I just got in, and the traffic was—”

  I hold up my hand. “Enough,” I tell her. “Black, cream on the side.”

  Allison nods quickly. “Will there be anything else?”

  “No.”

  Allison leaves in a flurry of red cheeks and breathless sighs and I groan, leaning back against my leather chair and closing my eyes.