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“Assistant?”

He stretches a knowing smile. It’s fascinating how easily he got me. I fell right into his trap.

“Yes,” he says slowly, gauging my reaction before moving his eyes away.

“She woke me this morning with the news.”

Woke him as in…? Did she give him a foot massage or a body scrub or something?

Brought him a breakfast tray?

How did she wake him?

I’m usually not territorial or jealous of these sorts of things. Frankly, I’ve never gotten to that point with anyone. Things didn’t require me to be jealous.

My previous hookups wore loose and easy to unravel, and although nothing connects me to this man yet––other than the sex we had last night––I feel like questioning him.

I study him in silence.

“Is something wrong?” he asks.

“No. I just didn’t know you had an assistant.”

“Wasn’t it that hard to guess, was it?”

A smile trickles through his voice.

“Not an assistant that wakes you in the morning. That didn’t cross my mind. Were you decent?”

He gives me a grin like he’s watching a little kitten showing her sharp claws for the first time.

“As decent as I could be considering that I was sleeping.”

I watch him in disapproving silence.

Subtle amusement rolls over his face.

“What kind of job is this?” I ask.

He pulls the car to a halt before steering it right.

“She’s my personal assistant. It’s a part-time job. Flexible, I should say.”

“How did she get the job?” I ask, unable to conceal my irritation.

“Are you interested in a similar position?’”

I can’t tell whether he’s serious or mostly fucking with me. I shrug.

“I don’t know. It sounds like a great job.”

“Working for me, you mean,” he teases.

“No… I mean. It can’t be bad.”

“It’s not bad at all. Aren’t you a student, though?”

“Yes, I am. What about her?”

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