Page 12 of Forbidden You

She rips out a laugh, pulling my drink from my hands and taking a big gulp before she folds her feet under her ass. “As if she would hire you.”

“Good point.”

“No, I got you a job at KPI.”

My lashes fly high and my spine springs straight. “What?”

She’s kidding, right?

“Kayman Publishing International? It’s the biggest publishing company in the country.”

“I know what it is,” I sputter impatiently. “It’s alsoBodi’scompany. You know? Hot Australian? Jensen’s best friend? The one who fucked me senseless on your last birthday.”

The last sentence has me flying back to that memory, instantly swallowing when I think about all the ways he managed to spark my senses alive. If I close my eyes, I can still imagine his tongue going through my folds while he brought me a high I didn’t even know was possible.

“Get your head out of the gutter, missy!” I bring my eyes back to a scowling Rae.

“Sorry,” I lie on a mumble, then conjure another smile. “So he’s offering me a job?”

“Yes. Personal Assistant.”

“To who?”

“Who do you think?” she huffs.

“I’m going to behisPersonal Assistant?”

This is either the best idea or the worst, I’m not sure yet. All I know is that it sounds like a porn better than whatever Rae & Jensen just produced.

“Yes, andnothingelse,” she says firmly. “He has his concerns considering your history. But I convinced him you’d be able to keep work and private life separate.”

“Of course, I can!” I squeal, waving her worry away.

I can do anything I want.

I think.

“This is a really great opportunity, Keeks.” She gives me a mindful look, laced with a little caution. “If you work there for a year without a degree, you’ll be able to work whenever you want. Don’t screw it up.”

She’s right. Bodi made KPI Publishing one of the biggest names in the industry and being able to put that on my resume will help me secure a future I thought was gone after I flew home two weeks ago. This will give me another shot at becoming an editor some day. I can work my way up, maybe go to a community college and take some online classes in the meantime.

It gives me a foot in the door.

A very promising door.

Owned by the hottest man I ever slept with.

Fuck.

“Kayla,” Rae’s brows glue together.

“I won’t screw it up! I think I can be a good PA. I like to organize stuff.”

“That means don’tsleepwith him,” she clarifies.

Fucking fuck.

“Yeah, yeah, I know what it means.”

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