Page 28 of Rhet

“Who the fuck? Is that the Thor guy?” I place my cigar down in my astray.

“Exactly, I would stalk him and his brothers before you.” She leers.

I nearly tell her fuck Pris or Chris, I’m better looking. “Sit your ass down.”

She sits in an unhurried fashion.

“Do you have any hobbies, Ms. Woods?” Was I interested in her hobbies? No, but I wanted to find out more about her.

“I love yoga, and I’m a big fan of romance novels by JR Ward and Susan Elizabeth Phillips.” She replies.

“The barista called you Zee. What’s your name?”

“It’s Kellyanne Woods. Zee or Zeeta is like my home name. It’s a nick name at home,” she says in a very matter of fact tone.

“How odd. A home name.” Rubbing my bottom lip, I take her all in

“You don’t have one?” she asks, seeming shocked.

Ignoring her question, I say, “If you do get the job, you will be living with me.”

I’ve never had anyone, but Julian, live with me. Then he fell in love. I’m not about to tell her that. I find it annoying nothing has rattled her thus far.

“I can’t live with you.” She doesn’t bat an eye as she says this.

“Well, I need someone at my beck and call 24/7. If that’s not you, leave.”

I wait, but her eyes never leave mine. This is becoming a silent battle of wills.

“Do I live in the house with you or is there an apartment outside of your domain?” she questions.

Why does it feel like I’m the one being interviewed? Other women would jump at the chance to bunk with me. Not Ms. Woods.

“I have a pool house,” I reply, feeling the need for another cigar.

She nods, then smooths her pants down. I want her to say more.

“What other businesses do I own?” I question.

She sighs like she’s bored with my questions.

“You own a luxury real estate firm. You also have a portfolio of crypto and NFT’s. Do you have any more questions, or do you accept that the job is mine?” She crosses her legs.

Okay, she needs to understand who the hell she is dealing with. I’m glad to show her.

“I don’t need an assistant, you’re here because of Julian.” I watch her squirm in her seat. “Take out your phone and jot this down real quick as a reminder to yourself.”

She raises her eyebrow but takes her phone out.

“From the deepest part of my left testicle, I don’t give a fuck about you or anything else. I don’t need this job, you do. In other words, I just don’t care. You got that?”

She squints at me. “Yes, I do.”

“Good, keep those words close to your chest, they will be your fucking safeguard.”

My phone vibrates. I take it out and it’s a message from Julian. Apparently, she checks out. He still wants Georgia. However, the final decision is up to me. He was done with me for the day.

I text back.Tell Cathy and the baby I said thanks.

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