Page 7 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

“Yes?” I sit forward eagerly. I wasn’t expecting to get a call so soon.

“I’m interested.”

We go over the details of the job and set up a time for her to meet at the house. Relief washes over me like a person who’s finally made it to the bathroom after holding it a long time. I know that’s a gross comparison, but it’s strangely accurate.

There’s something familiar about this woman’s voice, I think as I hang up with her. But I can’t quite place it.

3

CALLIE

Stella is kind enough to offer me a ride to my job interview. I’m not sure what to expect. Stella punches the address into her GPS, and when we arrive at the gate, my stomach ties in knots.

This person has money. A lot of it. I can’t see the house from the gate and there’s a ten-foot brick wall surrounding the property.

“I bet this house belongs to one of the Keiths. I’ve never been to this one, but no one else in town has money like this,” Stella says.

She drives around the bend, and a mansion large enough to house all of Blue Mountain comes into view. Stella pulls up to the front door, and I get out.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Stella offers. “I can tell them how amazing you are since I work for one of their family members.”

“First, you just met me. I could be an ax murderer for all you know. And second, are you sure this is one of their houses? Couldn’t this belong to someone else?”

Stella shakes her head, her blonde ponytail flinging back and forth as she does it. “In Blue Mountain? I don’t think so. And you’d better not be an ax murderer. Although, that would be just my luck, since I really like you.”

“Thank you so much for giving me all these rides,” I say.

“That’s what we do here in Blue Mountain. We help each other out, and I know you just got here, but you’re one of us now. So, do you want me to come in with you or not?”

“Sure. I can use all the help I can get. I really need this job.”

We go to the front door and knock. It swings open to reveal a short, plump woman. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m here for a job interview. My name is Callie Richardson.”

She opens the door wider, and her eyes fall on Stella. “Oh, hi, Stella. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Martha! I’m her ride.”

“You two friends?” Martha asked.

“Yes,” I say.

A shrill bark pierces the air, and a little white ball of fluff darts around Martha’s legs. The tiny dog bares its teeth at me and growls.

“Skipper, cut that out,” Martha says.

“Is that a bichon frise?” I ask. Markus had wanted one of those dogs.

“Yes, and he runs this place,” Martha says. She pushes the door open wider to let us in.

“You can have a seat right here.” She points to a couple of chairs lining the side of the entryway. “Mr. Keith will be with you soon.”

Skipper doesn’t follow her. Instead, he sits and watches us like we’re going to do something shady on his property. I can hardly see his eyes because of all the fur, but I have a feeling he’s staring right at me. He trots up to me, and I reach my hand out slowly to pet him. But instead of licking my hand or sniffing it, he lifts his leg and pees on my foot.

I let out a cry like a banshee and jump up to get away from that little white pee machine.

Just then, the guy from the grocery store parking lot shows up in the entryway. He’s the kind of man who takes your breath away when you look at him. But I don’t want to think about that because I’m still mad at him for practically running me over.

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