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  The CEO’s Secret

  Callie Vegas

  Contents

  1. Jordan

  2. Jordan

  3. Logan

  4. Jordan

  5. Logan

  6. Jordan

  7. Logan

  8. Jordan

  9. Logan

  10. Jordan

  EPILOGUE - LOGAN

  About the Author

  Also by Callie Vegas

  BLURB

  Sex, Secrets & Personal Assistants

  Logan Chase, CEO of Chase Technologies, goes through Personal Assistants as often as he changes his boxers. Daily.

  His previous Assistants would describe him as a typical arrogant CEO, workaholic, and a demanding son of a bitch. And that’s when they’re being nice!

  Jordan Black is loud, flamboyant, and pushes his way into Logan’s life, turning it upside down in the process.

  After years of keeping his sexuality a secret, Jordan makes Logan look at who he is and how he behaves around others. Jordan sees the real Logan hiding deep inside him and brings it to the surface.

  Watch what happens when chemistry ignites and two lost souls find love.

  Chapter One

  Jordan

  “You fucking pouf.”

  “Gayboy.”

  “What you staring at? Do you want a piece of my ass?”

  These are all the things that I’ve heard every day since I was fifteen. Being gay in a small town in England was not pleasant. No one understood how I felt. How confused I was. I knew that I didn’t fancy girls, but I felt weird when I was around some of the boys.

  Things got a little easier when I went to University in York. I was able to join LGBT groups, meet like-minded people and it’s where I really felt free for the first time. However, finding a job has been hard. I gained my degree in Management Accounts, which I know sounds boring and most of the time it is. But what I love the most is delving into the financials and seeing where there are errors and omissions. I guess my dream job would be uncovering company fraud. However, my image doesn’t really work in that area of business. They want me to wear suits, be sensible all the time and basically they want to supress my personality.

  No one is going to do that to me. What you see is what you get with me. No airs. No graces. Just little old me. Jordan Black.

  So, I’ve been coasting along trying to find whatever work I can get. For the last couple of years I’ve been working as a personal assistant in various jobs. Again, some of the stuffy CEO’s that I work for don’t like my flamboyant personality and colourful taste in clothes. Have I painted a good enough picture of me yet?

  So, in a nutshell I’m six-foot-tall, I have dark hair, a close-cut beard – which is perfectly groomed. I wear suits when I have to, but don’t ask me to put on a white shirt. Hell no. That’s where I draw the line. I’m partial to wearing pink, red, yellow and turquoise. Never anything dull for me. I have a couple of tattoos on my arms, angel wings on my back, but never where it can be seen at work. My guilty pleasure if you like, although my piercings are my real dirty secret. I have my nipples pierced and a ladder on the underside of my dick. Yeah, I’m a rebel.

  I met my best friend, Zoe, at Uni when she rescued me from some dicks who thought they were funny picking on the gay guy. She got the last laugh. She’s five foot four, has red hair and a figure that would give Jessica Rabbit a run for her money. Oh and she cusses like a sailor. And she’s twenty minutes late for lunch again. She’s not the best timekeeper but she makes up for it in her personality.

  Ordering a second beer, I sip from the bottle as she walks into Danny’s Bar, where we are meeting for some food.

  As she approaches our table she lifts her eyebrows. “You’re starting early,” she says nodding at my beer.

  “Yeah shitty day. Got another warning today.”

  “What for this time?”

  “Taking my jacket off at my desk, singing while I’m working and–what was it he said–mincing through the office when there’s a meeting in the conference room. He told me I was too distracting and unprofessional. So it looks like I’m free for the rest of the day and I don’t intend going back there.”

  “It’s their loss and my gain. Good job I’m not working today. We can get pissed.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Zoe is a great drinking partner and she’ll help me to drown my sorrows before I have to start looking for another job.

  When we finish lunch, we’re both halfway to being pissed. We stay in the bar until ten o’clock at night. “Come on let’s go to the club. We’re not ready to go home yet. We’re no quitters.” Zoe stands up and starts to sway.

  “Maybe we should go home. I need to look for a job tomorrow.”

  “Shut up, tomorrow’s another day. Let’s just enjoy tonight and then we can worry about a job.”

  Rolling my eyes, at her I say, “Okay, okay, you win. Let’s go to The Tight Spot.”

  Zoe starts laughing. “I love the name of that bar. Let’s go then.”

  When we’re outside flagging a taxi I feel kind of guilty for just walking out of work, but if they can’t handle me as I am, then it’s their loss.

  When we’ve queued and got inside the club I head straight for the bar. Drinks all round. We dance, drink and dance some more. Zoe is great fun and I love spending time with her. When we dance, we’re over exaggerated and loud. You couldn’t say that we are wallflowers.

  While dancing, Zoe nods her head over to a group of businessmen in suits. “Look at those knobs. Do you think they even know what a tight hole is?”

  “Oh my god, Zoe, you can’t say that”

  “Why not it’s true. Look at that guy in the middle of them all. He looks like a typical businessman: - stuffy, boring, dresses well. The only difference is he’s gorgeous, but I reckon he just brought his clients in here as it was closest to where they had dinner.”

  I look over to them to see who she’s talking about and I can see where she gets her descriptions from. All the guys at the table are delicious. They’re all good looking, well dressed, deep in conversation and fuck me gorgeous.

  “I guess I agree with you though they really don’t know where they are. What about if we play a game with them. See if we can get them to bite?”

  “I’m game if you are.”

  “Hell yeah, they look like they need livening up and I think we are the right people for the job.”

  When we walk over to them, I see the guy in the middle look up at the two of us and his eyes widen. Zoe has that effect on guys. She’s beautiful, gorgeous and has a figure to die for. Most men just don’t get her personality though and that’s where she lucks out.

  “We’ve got drinks thanks,” middle guy says.

  “Oh that’s okay hunny, we’re not staff. We just wanted to come over and liven up your party. It looks too boring to be in The Tight Spot tonight.”

  One of the guys chuckles. “The Tight Spot, that’s so funny.”

  “Sweetheart, it’s so appropriate!” I smile at him.

  “Do you mind if we take a seat?” Zoe pulls a spare stool over to their table and I do the same without waiting for an answer. Zoe sits next to the guy who laughed at the title, so I sit next to the guy in the middle. He looks like he’s the boss of them all.

  “I’m Jordan, pleased to meet you.” I extend my hand to him.

  “Logan Chase.” He shakes my hand with no enthusiasm and I’m a little disappointed. I always go by a handshake and his left a lot to be desired to be honest.

  “Ooh didn’t realise we’re doing full names. My name’s Jordan Black.” I turn to face the other guys and shake hands with them as they introduce themselves.

  Zoe does the same.

  “Why a
re you sitting here? We’re talking business.” Logan grinds through his teeth. Oh dear, he’s not nice is he?

  “Look a-hole this is a nightclub. A place where people come to unwind. If you want to talk business then go somewhere else. Ask your friends here do they want to talk business at eleven o’clock at night.” They shake their heads and I hear a couple of no way’s. “See, what did I tell you?”

  “That still doesn’t explain why you feel you can come over and sit at our table unannounced and uninvited.” Logan is such a grumpy guy. He seriously needs to lighten up.

  “I just wanted to liven things up. I’m sure these gentlemen here will be more likely to do business with you if you just lightened up a little.” I watch his brows furrow and the darkness crossing his eyes. “Actually maybe you need to lighten up a lot.” I reach out and touch his thigh. BIG mistake!

  One, his thigh is muscular, hard and it tightened when I touched it. Second, I love thighs and all I want to do is caress it. And third his eyes flair and he turns to face me. Under his breath, with a growl he says. “Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me. Now!” It’s like he’s barely holding onto his temper. It makes me hot.

  Removing my hand, I sit back in my chair, taking a moment to regain control of myself. Suddenly a woman appears out of nowhere and comes over to Logan, running her hands down his chest from behind and leaning into him, whispering in his ear. He reaches up and wraps his hands around her arms and removes them. He stands. “Sorry gentlemen, I have to go. Something’s cropped up.” He wraps his arms around the woman’s back, pulling her into his side. “I’m sure you understand. I’ll see you tomorrow at ten for the final meeting.” Looking up at me, he says, “I’m sure our new friend, Jordan will look after you tonight and make sure you have a good time.” His eyes flare as he says it.

  “Oh baby, don’t worry I know how to have a good time and now that you’ve laid down the gauntlet, don’t expect them in until eleven and even then they won’t be able to make business decisions.” Turning my back on him I start to talk to the guy next to me, Freddie.

  I hear Logan’s chair being pushed back in, but I don’t watch him walk away. I feel affronted that he treated me with such disrespect, but there’s something else. I felt like he was challenging me.

  Chapter Two

  Jordan

  The banging on my door wakes me up. “What the fuck? Who is it?”

  “It’s me, Zoe, you dick. I need to go to work and you promised me a lift.” She comes into my room and sits on my bed. “Please, I don’t want to be late.”

  “Urgh, let me jump in the shower and at least try and make myself presentable. If I’m going into town to drop you off then I might as well start looking for another job. God knows I need it. I wish I was like those guys last night. They know who they are. They are taken seriously. How am I supposed to be taken seriously when I look the way I do.”

  “Stop berating yourself. You were more handsome than any of them last night, well except the guy who left.”

  “Logan.”

  “Yeah him. You just don’t hide your sexuality and some guys can’t deal with that. That’s all. Never change who you are. You’re gorgeous and fun, a lot of people want to be like you. Don’t forget that.”

  “Thanks. Right, bitch move out of my way I need to clean this godly body.” I don’t even attempt to hide myself when I climb out of the bed, naked. She’s seen it all before.

  “Oh god, hide that from me will you. Right, I’m going to make coffee. See you in a few minutes.”

  Ignoring her I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. When the water has heated up I step under the cascading flow. Oh god it feels good.

  While I’m leaning my head against the tiles and the hot water is massaging my back I think back to Logan last night. He was extremely attractive, and I wish things were different and he wasn’t going home with that woman last night. I would have liked to drag him back to mine and shown him that I might not be good in business but I’m definitely good in the sack.

  Just thinking about his thighs has my cock standing to attention. Fuck. Reaching down for the body wash, I put some in my hands before grasping my hard length. God it feels good to squeeze it. With big strokes I palm myself. Closing my eyes, I picture Logan on his knees in front of me with his mouth open. His hands reaching around to my arse cheeks and pushing me into his mouth. His hands then massage my arse and pull my cheeks apart. God it feels good.

  “Fuck, Logan. Take me deep. I want to feel your throat against my tip. I want to spill my come down your throat and on your face.” He groans which sends me wild.

  As he pulls my ass apart, he pushes a finger into my tight puckered hole. “Oh god that feels good.” I thrust further down his throat. Looking down at him I see his spare hand is now grasping his dick as he palms it. Watching him pleasuring himself whilst giving me a blow job nearly sends me into outer space. I hang on for a few more seconds and then I blow, my come shouting down his throat as he comes on his legs.

  Opening my eyes I look down to see Logan, but it was only in my imagination. Chance would be a fine thing. After cleaning up my mess I quickly wash my hair and body and turn the shower off. I throw some clothes on after drying off and go down to the kitchen to find that cup of coffee.

  I’ve been walking around town for a few hours. After yesterday’s work catastrophe I need a bit of retail therapy. That always makes me feel better. So far today I’ve bought some tight jeans, a gorgeous top – in pink of course. I treat myself to some lunch and then go on the hunt for some shoes. I’m going out tonight and I need new shoes.

  Next door to the shoe shop is a recruitment agency and as I walk past I hear a girl crying. “I hate him. He’s so arrogant. He never says thank you and he’s just mean.”

  The recruitment woman hands her a tissue and shakes her head. “I don’t think I can find anyone else who can put up with him. You’re the third assistant he’s been through in the last two weeks. He’s impossible.” Tuning to her colleague she says, “I think we have to let this contract lapse. It’s not worth losing some of our best girls. I don’t care if we have to pay a fine. He doesn’t pay us enough.”

  Now I’m intrigued. Who’s this guy who treats his assistants like shit and then makes them cry? Unbelievable. Without thinking about what I’m doing I step inside the agency. “Hi, I’m the man who is going to solve your problems.”

  The three women look up at me. The agent says, “Excuse me, who are you?”

  Smiling at her I take a seat. “I’m Jordan Black and I want to meet this guy that is frightening all the girls away.” I hold out my hand. She looks at it for a second and then shakes it.

  “I’m interested. Keep talking.”

  “Look, it’s clear that this guy, whoever he is, treats his girls like shit.” Looking over to the crying girl I mumble, “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Go on.”

  “Well he seems arrogant, an arse and in need of a new assistant who won’t take any shit from him.” I hold my arms out wide. “You’re looking at him.”

  “You?” she asks.

  “Yes, me. I’m very efficient, organised, great with customers, staff and can lend a hand at everything that the girls can do. I’ve got vast experience in administration and I’m looking for a new job right now.”

  The two agents look at each other. The manager looks over at me, smiling. “Okay, let’s take down your particulars. I’m not a hundred percent sure he will take a guy, but it’s worth a try. At this stage we have exhausted all our options. I’ll give their human resources a call and see if they think he’ll go for it.” She stands and walks back to her office to make the call.

  “Can I take your details?” The other agent asks.

  I start giving her my name, address and all the other details she needs. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it’s exciting me. It’s like I’ve reached a point in my life where I need to challenge myself. And there’s nothing more challenging that an unwilling boss.

 
; Chapter Three

  Logan

  I can’t believe another assistant walked out on me yesterday. I don’t know what I do wrong, well actually I do. I know I’m arrogant, I shout at them, but only because they’re not doing the job right. They think they can come into the office in their small dresses and short skirts and I’ll fall all over them and marry them. That’s the stereotype, right? Hot, yes I think I’m hot, brooding, billionaire, yes I’m one of those too, changes for his demure but sexy assistant and they go off and live happily ever after. Wrong. That isn’t going to happen to me. The women that have been hired have probably been very capable, on paper, but none of them know me or understand what I want. I need someone who knows what I need before I do. I’m just not sure that someone like that exists.

  There’s a knock at my door. “Come in.”

  “Hi, Mr. Chance.” It’s the woman who works in HR, she’s helping me out today. “Ms. Roberts wants to see you. Can you squeeze her in for five minutes?”

  Squeezing someone in isn’t easy. My schedule is tightly packed, but for HR I make the room. Hopefully they have someone who can take on the role of my assistant and stay for longer than a week. Or in the case of the last woman, longer than a morning.

  “I’m free now if she wants to come up.”

  The woman, I can’t remember her name, nods and backs out of my office, closing the door behind her.

  A few minutes later, there’s another knock, this time the door opens without me having to say anything. Ms. Roberts, or Dee to me, walks in and closes the door.