Sin City Baby

“Why? You failing a class?” he asked.

“No. But I could use it for credit in a couple of my courses if I smooth talked them enough, which would free up my schedule to do all the things you’re requiring of me. I have online courses I’m finishing up, but I had two that required me to be on campus this year. I could get out of them with this job if I phrased it as a paid internship. That would free up my time to work with Mr. Blackthorn.”

“If it helps you with your own time management, I’ll write a personal request and sign it myself,” he said.

“Anything else you want to know?”

“Yes. How familiar are you with people who have autism?”

“Mr. Blackthorn doesn’t strike me as someone who has autism,” I said.

“Because he doesn’t. Are you familiar?” he asked again.

“I can’t say I have any close friends who struggle with it, but it’s something I can read up on and learn about.”

“Good,” he said. “When can you start?”

“As soon as you need me,” I said.

“I’ll need you to sign the NDA before we leave the office. Congratulations. You got the job. God help your poor soul.”

Sighing, I shook my head as I stood and took the hand Hank offered.

I left the room and went back to my desk, then closed out the article in front of me. I got the job. Holy shit, I’d actually scored the job. Drake was still enjoying the women that were gathered around him, oblivious to the fact that someone had been hired to whip his life back into shape. I wondered if he knew the type of light Hank was painting him in during these interviews.

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Hank gave me the impression I would need to be strong to corral a man like Drake, but I knew I was up for the task. No one ran me over, not even my professors. Sometimes it bit me in the ass, but most of the time it worked in my favor. My mother, despite her difficulties, raised me to be a strong woman.

“Drake, I want to introduce you to your new P.A.”

I looked up at the sound of Hank’s voice as Drake’s form towered over me.

“Hey,” Drake said, sounding uninterested in the whole thing.

I stood up and offered my hand to him as his eyes raked up and down my form. I held my head up high, waiting for him to shake my hand. I wasn’t going to allow this man to reduce me to a piece of meat, nor was I going to allow his piercing gaze to weaken my knees.

Though as I watched him up close, I could definitely see why women were attracted to him.

I shook the thought from my mind as Drake finally took my outstretched hand. The worst thing I could’ve done was allow my hand to drop. Getting him to shake my hand, no matter how long I held it there, established dominance. It was a small step, but it was a step in the right direction. Drake following my lead instead of me following his.

I watched a grin tick Hank’s cheek. He knew what I had done, even if Drake was still trying to dismiss me.

“Be there at six in the morning tomorrow. We start early,” Drake said.

He dropped my hand and walked away as my eyes glanced toward Hank.

“He means his ranch. The address is in here. Read it through and sign the NDA. I can’t leave without it.”

I took the document and flipped through the pages, scanning the lines as quickly as I could. It looked like a basic enough non-disclosure agreement, so I signed and initialed where I needed to. I tore off the bottom of the paper that had everyone’s contact information on it; Drake’s cell number, the address to his ranch, and Hank’s cell phone number and email.

“Good luck,” Hank said, as I handed him the papers.

“Will you be there in the morning as well?” I asked.

“Nope. I’m going to take a well-deserved break from babysitting. This is your show now.”

After tilting his head toward me and bidding me a quick farewell, he scurried off in the direction of the elevator. This was going to be a bumpy ride, but it was one I was buckled in and ready for.