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Brock
“So does that sound like something you can handle?”
I narrow my eyes at the mousy woman in front of me. Personal assistant jobs often attract this sort of person, someone who’s very precise and takes things very seriously. It’s wonderful, usually, but it’s never worked out for me. The Las Vegas casino scene is fast-paced, often unpredictable, and can be a little wild.
“I . . . I think so.” Her uncertainty speaks volumes. “Yes, I’m sure I can.”
While she nods, I don’t share her confidence, so I plaster on my shit-eating smile and shake her hand. “Okay, well thank you for coming in. I still have some candidates to see, so I will be in touch.”
“Yeah, okay, thank you.”
As she scurries out of my office, I rake my fingers through my dark hair, hoping that someone inspires me soon. Why did Callie have to have a baby and decide to stay home to raise her? I understand, but it’s very annoying. She was great at her job. She understood the business well. I don’t know if I’m going to find that again.
“Jodi Night . . .” I take a glance at the final resume. “I hope you inspire me.”
I stare hard at the door, silently praying for someone mind-blowing to walk through those doors.
“Are you ready for me yet?”
Whoa! Okay, when I asked for someone special, I wasn’t expecting . . . Well, how do I even describe her? Pale, ashy blonde-copper hair, green eyes that pierce my soul, a heart-shaped faced, and painted plump lips which completely dry my mouth out. She’s beyond gorgeous. Like sex on legs.
“Yes, I’m ready for you. Please, come in. Jodi, is it?”
“Yes, that’s right, and I presume you’re Brock Stanton?”
“Ah, you’ve done your research!”
“I have. Plus, anyone who lives in Las Vegas knows your name.”
She isn’t dressed in a typical way for a job interview. She has a fifties-style rockabilly dress on, all black with red stitching. Tattoos peek out the top of the dress, making me intrigued to see more . . .
“So have you always lived in Las Vegas? I feel like I would have seen you around.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. It’s a big place. But no, I only moved here last year.”
“Dare I ask what brought you to the city of neon lights?”
“The glitz, the glamor . . . Oh, and my friend lives here, and I needed to escape my old life.”
I lean on the table and smile at her. “Sounds interesting.”
“Oh, come off it. I’m not going to give you everything all in one go. You’d have to hire me for that.”
The girl has balls! I love it. It’s very refreshing compared to all the quieter women who have come in here. She isn’t like Cassie, either. She’s got way more sass. I run my eyes up and down her, my heart racing faster. She intrigues me—an exciting enigma. I want to dive in so much deeper.
“Who says you’re the most qualified for the position?”
“Have you read my resume?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ve read it. I’m not one of those bosses who leaves all the dirty work to someone else. I need the person who works with me to be the exact right person. It’s a miracle you’ve gotten this far.”
She leans closer to me, her breath tickling my cheeks. A shudder runs up and down my spine.
“So if you do all the dirty work, what will be left for me?”
I smirk, enjoying the blatant flirting. It’s been a long day, and I love it when someone shakes it up a bit.