Page 2 of Bully's Second Chance
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I murmured to myself.
Of course, people were applying for the job. I was Jackson Levy. Everyone wanted to work with me and gain a touch of that magic that seeped its way through my veins. People clamored for my father the same way they did for me, and the thought sickened me in my soul.
I wondered if I’d meet the same fate as him when it was my time to go.
“Let’s see what we’ve got, then,” I whispered.
After getting out of the shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel. Then, I sat down and started scrolling through the resumes that had already been submitted to me. I rejected most of them since they didn’t meet minimum requirements, but I knew some people out there just submitted their resume on a whim and hope it stuck.
I need something specific.
None of my secretaries in the past had lasted more than two months. In fact, Jacqueline was the one I had who had lasted the longest. And like my father always said, stupidity is trying the same thing and expecting different results.
So, I actually read through their resumes when they met the minimum requirements instead of automatically requesting an interview.
However, when it came time for my facial, I wasted no time in packing things up and putting my clothes back on. I blocked everything out of my mind through the manicure, the pedicure, and I’m pretty sure I fell asleep at some point in time during the head and neck massage I got while my hair was being deeply conditioned.
However, as I left the spa, I heard the softest, most angelic voice lilt behind me.
“Jax?”
A grin slid across my face as I gripped the bag at my side. I rolled my shoulders back, drew in a deep breath, and turned around, ready to meet the woman I’d spend my evening with face to face. I impressed even myself sometimes. Everywhere I went, women who wanted me somehow found me. And they also did me the professional courtesy of already knowing who I was.
However, when our eyes met, my breath fled from my lungs.
“Holy crap, I thought that was you,” Lily said.
I furrowed my brow deeply. “Lily DeMarcus?”
She nodded softly. “I wasn’t sure you recognized me when I walked by.”
I hadn’t even noticed. “I must’ve been in my own thoughts.”
She giggled. “Guess some things never change.”
And the sound of her happiness made my heart skip a beat. “Guess they don’t, no.”
She walked up to me and stood so close that I smelled her bubblegum. “You’ve really changed since high school.”
“I’ve come a long way from that scrawny little kid, yes.”
She smiled brightly. “Hey, I kind of liked that kid. You know, when he wasn’t teasing me relentlessly for being a classroom suck-up.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? I call it like I see it.”
Jesus Christ, she looked so different. I mean, her basic features were still the same: her honey-colored eyes were so bright that it was almost painful. Her dirty-blond hair shimmered in the fluorescent light above our heads. Her skin hadn’t tanned one bit since the last time I saw her, and it still made her freckles pop.
But, when I went to shake her hand, she took a step away from me.
“You call it like you see it?” she asked.
I closed my eyes. “Yep. That’s just how I am.”
“And it never once occurred to you that I was trying to extend an olive branch?”
My eyes opened, and I lowered my hand. “An olive branch? For what?”
She scoffed and turned her back to me. “Never mind.”
