Page 9 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

“Why do you want this job?” Mr. Keith asks.

Because I’m desperate, and I need the money. I can’t say that though. That won’t convince him to hire me. I’m bad at this. Finally, I say, “I’m looking for a new experience, and eager to meet new people. I’m here for a fresh start, and I feel this job would be a good fit for me.” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. And it was true this time.

“Do you have experience as a personal assistant?”

Not officially, but I was like one to Markus. “Yes. For a guy in Savannah.” That was where we’d lived. Markus hadn’t had a personal assistant. He’d had me. I’d been at his beck and call. But I hadn’t been paid anything for it. I got the privilege of getting to be his wife and have him financially support me. At least this time there’s a paycheck involved.

He asks me a few other generic questions, and I answer the best I can. I can’t get a read on how this interview is going because his face is neutral.

Finally, he says, “Well, as long as your background check comes back okay, the job is yours if you choose to accept it. It shouldn’t take too long for me to get it back. I have people in Atlanta standing by who can handle it.”

“Okay,” I say. The background check shouldn’t be a problem. There’s nothing sketchy in my past. I was Markus’s perfect little wife. We’d gotten married when I was young and dumb, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. I’d always been sad about the fact that he didn’t want kids. I’d wanted them, but it never seemed like I could voice that since Markus’s opinion always came first.

“It would require you to live here at the house. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

A problem? I need a place to live anyway. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m in a hotel right now.”

“Great. It sounds like this will work out then.” He stood up. “Can you start as soon as we get your background check back?”

Do I want to work for him? I’m not the biggest fan of rich guys, and I’m insanely attracted to this one. It’s a recipe for trouble. How am I supposed to have a boss who’s that attractive?

“Yes. I can start whenever you need me to.”

“Good. It sounds like you’re new in town. I know I haven’t seen you around before. Well, other than our encounter in the parking lot. Sorry about that, by the way. I should have asked before how you’re doing.”

“I’m doing fine. No injuries.”

“That’s great to hear. How do you like Blue Mountain so far?”

“I love it here. Everyone has been welcoming.”

“What brings you here?”

Nothing much,I think.I’m just running away from an abusive ex, and I happen to be pregnant with his baby and I’m avoiding aborting it.We can’t forget that part. But instead, I say, “Some really good luck.” And by that, I mean I had a nice driver who recommended the place. That’s the most positive answer I can come up with. Because good attitudes are important, right? “There’s something you should know. I don’t have a car. Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all. I’ll make sure you have something to drive.”

This job offer is getting better and better. A paycheck, housing, and now a car? Not to mention the eye candy I’ll be looking at every day. No, Callie. Bad girl. I can’t go thinking about my boss like that. Even if he does have an amazing set of biceps. At least he has money. That should deter me from thinking about him too fondly. Because I’m through with rich men. Absolutely through.

4

WESTON

It helps to know that Stella knows Callie. That was a big determining factor in my decision to offer her the job. But there’s something about Callie’s dark, expressive eyes that draws me in. I know I’m a fool for falling for that, but I can’t help it. I want this woman near me. Anyway, her interview went about as well as could be expected after what happened with my dog. That should count for something, right?

The background check comes back within the next thirty minutes. I have Stella and Callie wait around for it, sending them to the kitchen to have a snack with Martha. Callie’s check comes back clean. I have a good feeling about her, but I’m still nervous about hiring someone new. It’s been tough to have someone I trusted steal from me.

My front door opens. “Weston?”

I look up to see my mom coming in. Jenni is with her. Her dark hair is down and long, and she’s wearing a pantsuit. Always looking so professional.

“Oh, hi, Mom. Hi, Jenni. What’s going on?”

“I heard you lost Natasha!” she says. “How horrible. How are you going to get by without an assistant? You know we’re closing on that big deal next week, right? This is no time to lose an extra set of helping hands. So I have a solution. Jenni knows someone who can help you.”

“Relax, Mom. I have it under control. I just hired a new assistant.”

Her mouth pops open, like she can’t believe I managed to do something on my own.

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