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“Do you get to pull her out of that situation, is what you are asking.”

“Yes.”

“Well,” he said, exhaling. “Not by her hair,” he said with a small smile. “But I feel an… extraction is appropriate if she is not toeing the line.”

“And, again, the ramifications…”

“There will be none. Not unless Scarlet wants to learn what it is like to work for minimum wage. And believe me, son, she does not want that.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Do you have any questions for me?”

“Is your passport up to date?” he asked.

“My passport?”

“Scarlet has been known to fly anywhere in the world on a whim. I need to know you will be able to travel with her.”

“I have all my documents.”

“Okay. Then I guess I only have one question left.”

“Do I want the job?” I filled in for him.

“Well, Julian, do you?”

Hell fucking no, I didn’t want the job.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take it.

“Yes,” I agreed, saying a silent prayer that I wasn’t making the worst decision of my life. I had half a dozen other possible jobs lined up. Ones that would require significantly less of my time. And cause only a fraction of the frustration.

But I was trying to look at the big picture here.

I wanted that money.

And if I had to babysit a wild rich girl for a year, then so be it.

“Wonderful,” Marcus said, getting to his feet, relief clear on his features.

“I would like for you to start today, if you can have your arrangements settled by this evening.”

“I can,” I said. How hard was it to pack a few bags?

“Then my secretary will have all your paperwork waiting for you, as well as Scarlet’s address, elevator and room keys, a credit card for your expenses, and information regarding her driver.”

“Sounds good,” I agreed, accepting his hand shake.

“I have a good feeling about you, Julian. I think you might be the only man in the world capable of taming my Scarlet.”

I had no idea at the time just how right he would be about that.

Or what lengths I would need to go to to accomplish that goal.

CHAPTER TWO

Scarlet

There was an incessant buzzing noise that had a grumble escaping me as I rolled over in bed.

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