She doesn’t give a shit. She threw away your number.
Damn it. No woman has ever treated me like this before, even when I wasn’t an internationally seen underwear model. That’s how any guy knows he’s got the it factor. Girls fawning over you ever since you’re old enough to know what that means, which means starting in elementary school if you’ve got it.
I’ll be damned if Yuna works for some other less hot asshole in the city.
“Do you have any job experience?” I haven’t read her résumé and have no clue what the hell is on it. Now I wish I hadn’t cut Benedict off earlier.
“You mean, have I ever worked as an assistant?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ah… So no job experience.”
“But everyone has to have a first time, right? Otherwise, none of us would have any experience.”
“And you like to argue.”
“Pointing out basic logic isn’t really arguing.”
And she says it with the prettiest mouth. I wonder what else she can do with it, then quickly rein myself in. I’m not getting a hard-on with Benedict in the room, and certainly not over a woman who thought it was a good idea to toss out my number.
I want to show her how bad an idea that was.
“Can you make coffee and answer phones?” I ask. “That’s mostly what the job entails.”
Benedict makes an outraged sound.
“Sure,” she says.
“And manage my calendar?”
“I’m sure I can figure it out. But really, if you’re having doubts, I can just find somebody else who’s willing to hire me.”
And have you spend your time with someone else? I don’t think so. “It’s fine. You’re hired. Sign the NDA.” I turn to Benedict. “Email her a copy, plus whatever else she needs to start.”
She purses her mouth as she considers. “Um. Should I have it reviewed by a lawyer?”
Reviewed by a lawyer? So she can toss the damned agreement, too? I don’t think so. “If you like. But if you don’t sign it as-is, you don’t get to work for me. And nobody in town’s going to hire you without an NDA.”
“Hmm. Okay. How about my salary?”
I name her the figure I pay Benedict. That should ensure she’ll be eager to work for me, even though the temp position doesn’t come with the usual benefits.
But she sighs like she’s torn between disappointment and relief. I don’t know what she’s got to be disappointed about. I pay Benedict really well. And she’s not going to make that much anywhere else without any experience.
She seems to be taking an awfully long time to decide.
“Do you have any objections?” I ask finally.
“No, it’s fine,” she says.
“Great. You start tomorrow. Benedict will send you the details.”
Her entire demeanor shifts. Her posture straightens with confidence, and her soft, full mouth curves into a lovely smile. But the best is her eyes. They sparkle like carefully cut dark brown garnets, but with more warmth and fire. They suck me in, and I can’t look away.
“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”