Page 50 of One Bad Idea
No basement office would look likethis.
In reply to my question, Jaden said, "Yes. There is."
So there was a basement?I wasn't quite sure I believed him. "Really? What's down there?"
"What, you wanna find out?"
Today, he was wearing another business suit. This one was dark gray, but not nearly as dark as his eyes. His tie was red, and his shoes looked very expensive.
Funny, he looked almost civilized. But I knew better. Underneath that polished exterior were a whole bunch of muscles and tattoos – not to mention a heart made of stone.
As for myself, I was wearing a classic black dress. It was short, but not too short, and form-fitting, but definitely not tight.
It might've been just my imagination, but I was almost certain I saw a flicker of surprise in Jaden's eyes when I'd shown up looking perfectly respectable.
Really, I was just glad the movers had arrived on schedule, delivering all of my belongings from Nashville. Everything had been perfectly packed, too, courtesy of the moving allowance that had been included in my employment package.
If Jaden had asked – which he didn't – I might've told him that I had a surprisingly good wardrobe, thanks to my previous employer, a guy who felt that image was everything.
The only downside was, my wardrobe had cost me a small fortune, which meant that my credit cards were nearly maxed as a result.
Now, I was determined to pay them off – and quickly, too. But in order to do that, it was pretty important that I survive my first day without getting fired.
In reply to Jaden's question, I summoned up my sweetest smile. "I'll pass on the basement tour, but thanks for the offer."
He gave a low scoff. "You wouldn't thank me if you saw it."
I didn't doubt this for one minute. If there reallywasa basement, it was probably one of those electrical-mechanical things that housed no people, just stuff.
And now, I didn't know what to say. I was still searching for a snappy comeback when he said, "By the way, you've got a lunch meeting at eleven-fifteen."
I glanced at my watch and stifled a gasp. That was only four minutes from now. "Really? With who?"
"Me."
Chapter 20
From the other side of the table, Jaden asked, "So, did you bring it?"
"You mean the description?" Nodding, I reached for the slim folder that I'd brought with me to the restaurant. "Sure, I've got it right here."
Back at the office, when I'd asked him if I needed to bring anything to this impromptu meeting, all he'd said was, "Yeah. Your job description."
Thanks to my orientation with Louise, I actually had one. From what I could tell, it was the same description that I'd seen on Jax's desk during that initial interview.
The duties were pretty straightforward – answer phones, schedule meetings, make reservations, handle travel arrangements, and so on. There was nothing on the list that I couldn't handle, and I was determined to prove Jaden wrong for thinking otherwise.
Across from me, he held out his hand. "Lemme see it."
When I handed it over, he gave the sheet a quick glance and then –What the hell?– ripped it right in half.
I stared across the table. "What are you doing?"
In reply, he tore the sheet again and then tossed aside the pieces. "This stuff?" he said, flicking his chin toward the destruction. "It's nothing."
I frowned. "So I'mnotsupposed to be doing those things?"
"Oh, you'll be doing them." His gaze met mine. "But that's not worth what you're getting."
