Page 2 of Seducing a Sagittarius
I immediately recovered from my thirsty thoughts when he offered me his hand.
I accepted it and stood to my feet, trying to brush off my quirky clumsiness and sexual thoughts of the multi-millionaire. I began picking up my papers while he helped.
“My fault. I meant to warn you about that before I told you to take a seat. Charge it to my head and not my heart.”
“It’s okay. I’m prone to being a klutz at such odd times. Charge it to my head and not my heart,” I reiterated and giggled, but he didn’t return the favor.
Yeah, he’s giving asshole vibes.
“Résumé?” he queried, lifting the last paper.
“Yes,” I muttered.
Way to go, Lay. You’re officially embarrassed.
Talking to myself in third person was another quirk of mine. I needed to get my life together. I needed him to hire me, not hump me.
“Do you need me to help you to your seat, or you got it?” He smirked.
Finally, some humor.
“I can manage,” I replied, taking the seat in front of his desk. He walked back around his desk and took a seat.
“Listen, I’ve been doing interviews all day, trying to find the right assistant?—”
“I’m sorry, assistant?” I asked, cutting him off.
I thought he needed a manager.
Jen, you liar!
He frowned. “Yes. Did you not read the memo that I was only looking for an assistant?”
“An employee here informed me that you were looking for a manager to oversee the day-to-day operations.”
“Who was the employee?”
I paused. I didn’t want to get Jen fired, because those brown menacing eyes of his told me that he would do just that.
“I’d rather not say, but I don’t mind taking the position if it’s available.”
I needed this job. There was no way I’d turn it down.
“Hmph. You do know that I can find out who it was, right?” He leaned back in his chair and stared at me. I stared back.
Gosh, he’s beautiful. Even with the mean mug.
Stay focused, Lay.
“But, right now, I’ll let you make it. As I was saying, I’ve interviewed over twenty people today, and none of them felt right to me. Even as you sit before me, I’m questioning if you’ll be yet another scratch off my list.”
I fidgeted in my seat, prepared to sell my soul for this position. “I can assure you I can get the job done.”
“Oh really? And what sets you apart from the rest of them?”
Shine, Layne!
“Every morning, you have your black coffee, three sugars, with a splash of oat milk. You take a fifteen-minute deep meditation before you start your morning meetings. Afterward, since it’s springtime, you send your mother and grandmother daffodils fromAmaryllis Flower Shop.
