“I can start tomorrow,” were words I shouldn’t have said.
Before entering the office tower, I glanced through the business articles portraying the most ruthless billionaire in town. Several included the rumor that no assistant of his ever lasted two months. Who have you become, Vincent Benson?
When the time arrived, I ignored the devil on my shoulder reminding me this was a terrible idea and strode confidently through the lobby. I needed this job too badly for second thoughts now.
My interview with Nina, the personnel lady, was easy enough. “He can be a little gruff at first.”
I nodded.
Naturally, the billionaire worked high enough in the clouds that my ears popped on the elevator ride up. It wasn’t too late to get out of this, my inner devil reminded me. I could still fall out of my shoes and twist an ankle.
“Here we are,” Nina announced at the door to the corner office. After a knock, she led me inside.
Vincent looked up from his desk, obviously surprised, and stood. “Ashley? Ashley Newton?”
Our gazes collided, and the attraction I thought had died out long ago flared to life. The tabloid pictures didn’t do him justice. The boy I’d known in high school had grown into a sinfully hot specimen of a man.
I nodded. “Hi,” was all I could manage. I should have sprained an ankle. This was going to be so much harder than I’d imagined.
The interview with him was all a blur until he announced, “You’re hired. How soon can you start? I really need someone I can trust in this position.”
A month from now, only one of us would survive this, and the other would be ruined.
A standalone romance.
If you like powerful, driven heroes. If you like the strong, intelligent women who tame them, and intriguing twist-filled plots, you’ll love this Erin Swann novel.
