said he’s pretty much done.”
I laid back down, looking up at the poster of Cold Play on my wall. Alexander’s much better looking than any of those guys . I vowed to myself that I was going to take down all my posters tomorrow. They were too juvenile for a girl who was a fake PR manager. I smiled, imagining myself actually working for the formidable Alexander Blackstone, ordering him around and telling him what to say and not say. And where to touch me and lick me … I quickly shoved those thoughts out of my mind and turned off my bedside lamp. No use dreaming over impossibilities.
“Night, Jess,” I said, yawning loudly. “I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah,” she laughed, “great sex’ll do that to ya.”
I gave her a raspberry and fell asleep just seconds later, dreaming all night of the handsome stranger who said nothing but made me beg until I cried out with joy.
I got home from my last class to find a low-slung sports car parked outside my apartment door. As I got closer, I recognized the handsome man leaning against it.
Alexander Blackstone.
There was a moment when I saw him and he hadn’t yet recognized me that I considered making a u-turn and going in the other direction. But then I admonished myself for acting like a silly child and kept on going, pulling my scooter up next to his car and shutting it down. I took my helmet off and busied myself with dismounting.
Once I was standing on the sidewalk and my helmet was tucked under my arm, I looked up at him. My breath caught in my throat, first with surprise at how handsome he was in the light of day and then with aggravation. I never realized how annoying it could be to have such a hot guy standing in front of me, especially when I could very possibly have bugs in my teeth. I didn’t bother reaching up to touch my hair, much as I wanted to. I knew it was a hopeless mess, probably even flat in some spots from the dumb safety gear I had to wear. I could feel the sweat trickling down the side of my face, the sun having baked my head as I rode home.
“Hello, Rose.” He wasn’t smiling.
“Hello, Alexander. What are you doing here?”
“I told you I wanted to talk to you about that position.”
“How did you know where I live?”
“I asked your former employer. I hear you no longer work there.”
“I couldn’t do it anymore. I have a … pretty full schedule.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re no longer working there. But not so much about the schedule. I will make many demands on your time, I’m afraid.”
I snorted. “I’m not sure how you plan to do that since I told you I’m not interested in working for you.”
“I’m prepared to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
I shivered despite the hot sun, not even sure what he meant; but the look in his eye was dangerous. Dangerous, as in it brought me flashbacks of last night in his office. I cleared my throat and began walking towards my door.
“There’s nothing you could offer me that would tempt me to work for you,” I said over my shoulder. “I’m sorry you wasted your time.” I reached into my bag to get my keys out. It was only when I was at my door that I realized he’d followed me.
“How can you possibly know that when you haven’t heard my terms?”
“I just know.”
“I’m surprised.”
I stopped fishing around in my backpack and looked up at him. He was disturbingly close, and I could smell his cologne. It was just as potent and effective as it had been last night. I felt myself go moist again and tingles in my breasts. Shit. “Okay. I’ll bite. What are you surprised about?”
“I would have thought you’d taken a few courses on networking and business negotiations.”
“I have. Several.”
“Well, then … why not put your education to use and do something to help your situation?”
“What situation?” I eyed him
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