“Yes, that’s right, and I presume you’re Brock Stanton?”
“Ah, you’ve done your research!”
“I have. Plus, anyone who lives in Las Vegas knows your name.”
She isn’t dressed in a typical way for a job interview. She has a fifties-style rockabilly dress on, all black with red stitching. Tattoos peek out the top of the dress, making me intrigued to see more . . .
“So have you always lived in Las Vegas? I feel like I would have seen you around.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. It’s a big place. But no, I only moved here last year.”
“Dare I ask what brought you to the city of neon lights?”
“The glitz, the glamor . . . Oh, and my friend lives here, and I needed to escape my old life.”
I lean on the table and smile at her. “Sounds interesting.”
“Oh, come off it. I’m not going to give you everything all in one go. You’d have to hire me for that.”
The girl has balls! I love it. It’s very refreshing compared to all the quieter women who have come in here. She isn’t like Cassie, either. She’s got way more sass. I run my eyes up and down her, my heart racing faster. She intrigues me—an exciting enigma. I want to dive in so much deeper.
“Who says you’re the most qualified for the position?”
“Have you read my resume?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ve read it. I’m not one of those bosses who leaves all the dirty work to someone else. I need the person who works with me to be the exact right person. It’s a miracle you’ve gotten this far.”
She leans closer to me, her breath tickling my cheeks. A shudder runs up and down my spine.
“So if you do all the dirty work, what will be left for me?”
I smirk, enjoying the blatant flirting. It’s been a long day, and I love it when someone shakes it up a bit.
“The way you’re talking, I’d think you know my reputation.”
“Oh, I do. You’re a playboy who doesn’t settle down.”
“No, not for the wrong woman.”
“I see, so you’re just kissing a lot of frogs to find the right person?”
“Exactly!”
“Have you ever had a serious relationship?”
She’s challenging me, and I love it. I have a feeling that Jodi wants to shock me, so I’m going to
be the one to shock her first. “Actually, I was married.”
“You were?” She leans back, immediately creating a distance. “I didn’t know that.”
“No? Well, it isn’t something I broadcast. It ended a long time ago.”
“What happened?”
I half-shrugged at her. “If you want to know that, you’ll have to come and work for me.”
“Well, that’s hardly fair. That’s in your control, isn’t it? Not mine.”