Page 4 of The Maxwell Brothers
I was becoming a bit nervous. Plus, I hadn't been on a job interview in about seven years, ever since I started at my current school, The Stone Academy.
Two minutes later, the front door of the house opened, and my jaw clenched. The most handsome man I'd ever seen was looking straight at me. He had dark brown hair, cropped short, and blue eyes so mesmerizing that even from a distance I felt the sex appeal rolling off him in waves.
"Ms. Lexi Langley?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I’m Tate Maxwell. Come on in. You don't have to wait outside."
"Okay."Good God, Lexi, get a grip. You’re not going to get this job by giving one-word responses.
Tate climbed down the porch steps, coming closer. He was seriously movie-star handsome. His eyes were somewhere between tourmaline and turquoise. The white shirt he wore was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing very sexy forearms. Through the fabric of his shirt, I could see his biceps were just as muscular.
My mind immediately went to other places. Would his abs be as defined? Probably.
Swallowing hard, I forced my gaze to stay on his face.
Way to be inappropriate, Lexi.He could be your future employer.No sexy thoughts about him, even though his body is delicious, and that face… yummm.
He had a short beard, and the dark stubble made his eyes pop even more. I was tall at five foot eight, but he was even taller, at least six foot three.
I cleared my throat as he opened the front gate, holding out my hand. "Lexi Langley. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Come on in." He opened the door, and I stepped inside. He walked right next to me up on the steps of the front porch. I could feel his presence at my side, solid and hot as sin. He had an energy surrounding him that felt downright magnetic.
"You have a very nice home," I said, trying to focus on a neutral subject.
"Thank you." Opening the front door, he ushered me inside, and it was all I could do not to sigh. The interior of the house was as amazing as the exterior, decorated in old-fashioned, classic furniture complete with chandeliers.
"Let’s go inside the living room. We’ll be comfortable there."
“Yes, of course," I said.
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked. “Coffee? Water? Anything else?”
“No, I’m good.”
"Okay. Please, have a seat." He pointed to one of the white leather couches.
I immediately sat down. He sat on an armchair opposite me. His presence had seemed larger than life and all-consuming even outside, but right here, enclosed in this room, the energy coming off him felt downright intense.
"Ms. Langley, I have looked over your résumé, and you have excellent qualifications. I was hoping to find someone for my daughter who has formal education in childhood development.”
"Well, yes, I've been an elementary school teacher for seven years."
"And now you're looking to change jobs?"
I frowned, not really understanding. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you applying for this job?"
"I have time during my summer vacation, and honestly, I need some extra money. This seems like a good job."
His expression darkened as his frown deepened. He got up from the armchair, pacing in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's going to be a problem. I want someone who can be with my daughter long-term, over the next few years."
"Oh! I didn't see that on the job description."
"I'm sure I told the agency to put it there."
