bath with me, but seeing that it was only two in the afternoon I decided against it. It wasn’t a habit I wanted to start.
After my bath I lounged on my bed with my laptop and was surprised to see an email from Ben pop into my inbox.
From: Ben Shaw
To: Emerson Clarke
Subject: Hot Assistant
Date: November 12 th 4:37 p.m.
To Whom it May Concern:
I am hoping that you can point me in the right direction. You see, I’m in desperate need of a hot and sexy assistant. The girl I’m looking for is about five feet three inches tall, has long brown hair, pretty gray eyes, a sassy mouth, and the most adorable southern accent. She’s also a food pusher. Know of anyone that fits this description? I’m willing to pay handsomely to have her at my service.
Yours,
Bennn . . .
I read the email twice wondering if it was some kind of joke. I picked up my phone and called him.
“Hi, baby.” The deep tone of his sexy voice still affected me. My heart kicked up a notch at the way the nickname rolled off his tongue.
“Hi. I was just reading your email.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yesss . . .” I drew out the word, suddenly feeling unsure.
He chuckled to himself, the rich sound reverberating through the phone, sending a shiver down my spine. “And?”
I sat up straighter in bed, removing the computer from my lap. “Were you being serious?”
“Of course.”
“I can’t take your money, Ben. I’d help you with anything you needed me to.”
“Nonsense. What was Fiona paying you?”
I reluctantly told him.
“I’ll double that.”
“No way. That’s way too much.” I’d been paid decently by Status Model Management, and though living in New York was expensive, I’d never in my life expected to make as much money as he was offering me. He was insane.
“Emmy, don’t argue with me.”
I snapped my mouth shut even though he couldn’t see me. He was so dominating, so in control. I felt powerless to disobey.
“Just listen for a moment,” he continued.
I bit my cheek, waiting for him to continue.
“I want whatever this is between us. I want a real relationship with you. My job takes me all over the world. This won’t work if we’re separated for weeks on end. You know that.”
I wondered if he doubted himself, or us, or if he knew he’d be tempted to stray if we were apart. My stomach cramped at the thought. “If I worked for you, what would I even do for you?”
“Manage my social media presence online, answer emails, coordinate my bookings, arrange travel for us. Travel the world with me and have hot, sweaty sex on as many continents as we could check off the list.”
“Ben.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Be serious.”
“I am serious. I want you. I want you with me always. You need a job. I need an assistant. Why the fuck would I keep paying Gunnar and have his ass travel with me while I’d just be sitting there alone in a hotel, missing you? Think about it, Emmy.”
I was quiet for a moment while I thought it over. His idea actually did make sense. We could be together. Really together. “What about Fiona? Would I have to deal with her if I worked for you?”
He released a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately I don’t see a way around that one. But I can talk with her directly if you prefer not to.”
I didn’t know which was worse, having to deal directly with Fiona or the idea of Ben talking to her alone. I’d have to suck it up and deal with it. The idea of paying my half of the rent again was appealing. “I have to think about it.”
He was silent for a moment. “There’s something else, too.”
“Oh?”
“I’d like you to move in with me. We’d be together most of the time anyway while traveling, during which Ellie would be practically living alone. She could get another roommate who’s actually around. Safety in numbers and all that. And it’d put you right here with me, which is exactly what I want.”
He’d made a solid argument, though moving in together was moving way too fast for my
After my bath I lounged on my bed with my laptop and was surprised to see an email from Ben pop into my inbox.
From: Ben Shaw
To: Emerson Clarke
Subject: Hot Assistant
Date: November 12 th 4:37 p.m.
To Whom it May Concern:
I am hoping that you can point me in the right direction. You see, I’m in desperate need of a hot and sexy assistant. The girl I’m looking for is about five feet three inches tall, has long brown hair, pretty gray eyes, a sassy mouth, and the most adorable southern accent. She’s also a food pusher. Know of anyone that fits this description? I’m willing to pay handsomely to have her at my service.
Yours,
Bennn . . .
I read the email twice wondering if it was some kind of joke. I picked up my phone and called him.
“Hi, baby.” The deep tone of his sexy voice still affected me. My heart kicked up a notch at the way the nickname rolled off his tongue.
“Hi. I was just reading your email.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yesss . . .” I drew out the word, suddenly feeling unsure.
He chuckled to himself, the rich sound reverberating through the phone, sending a shiver down my spine. “And?”
I sat up straighter in bed, removing the computer from my lap. “Were you being serious?”
“Of course.”
“I can’t take your money, Ben. I’d help you with anything you needed me to.”
“Nonsense. What was Fiona paying you?”
I reluctantly told him.
“I’ll double that.”
“No way. That’s way too much.” I’d been paid decently by Status Model Management, and though living in New York was expensive, I’d never in my life expected to make as much money as he was offering me. He was insane.
“Emmy, don’t argue with me.”
I snapped my mouth shut even though he couldn’t see me. He was so dominating, so in control. I felt powerless to disobey.
“Just listen for a moment,” he continued.
I bit my cheek, waiting for him to continue.
“I want whatever this is between us. I want a real relationship with you. My job takes me all over the world. This won’t work if we’re separated for weeks on end. You know that.”
I wondered if he doubted himself, or us, or if he knew he’d be tempted to stray if we were apart. My stomach cramped at the thought. “If I worked for you, what would I even do for you?”
“Manage my social media presence online, answer emails, coordinate my bookings, arrange travel for us. Travel the world with me and have hot, sweaty sex on as many continents as we could check off the list.”
“Ben.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Be serious.”
“I am serious. I want you. I want you with me always. You need a job. I need an assistant. Why the fuck would I keep paying Gunnar and have his ass travel with me while I’d just be sitting there alone in a hotel, missing you? Think about it, Emmy.”
I was quiet for a moment while I thought it over. His idea actually did make sense. We could be together. Really together. “What about Fiona? Would I have to deal with her if I worked for you?”
He released a heavy sigh. “Unfortunately I don’t see a way around that one. But I can talk with her directly if you prefer not to.”
I didn’t know which was worse, having to deal directly with Fiona or the idea of Ben talking to her alone. I’d have to suck it up and deal with it. The idea of paying my half of the rent again was appealing. “I have to think about it.”
He was silent for a moment. “There’s something else, too.”
“Oh?”
“I’d like you to move in with me. We’d be together most of the time anyway while traveling, during which Ellie would be practically living alone. She could get another roommate who’s actually around. Safety in numbers and all that. And it’d put you right here with me, which is exactly what I want.”
He’d made a solid argument, though moving in together was moving way too fast for my
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