“I can do that.” Notes, that’s easy enough. “Who’s the meeting with?”
“Helen Bouvier, a very wealthy woman who runs a successful marriage chapel here.”
“Ooh, are you thinking of holding weddings in your casino? That could be fun, I could help with it—”
“Not a chance. I’m not like that. I don’t want to cheapen what I have here.”
“So what are you doing here? What’s the investment for if not for people tying the knot?”
“Just an expansion—more room, more machines, that sort of thing. But she’s very keen to be a part of it.”
“You don’t think she’ll push the wedding thing on you?”
“You’ll see.” He touched the bottom of my back, making me jump. “Come on, let’s wait.”
I sit through the next hour watching a woman literally throw herself at Brock, making it painfully obvious that she wants him. I don’t even know how to take notes because business rolls into pleasure so much. At least, on her behalf. He handles it very well, batting her off in an extremely professional way and getting exactly what he wants from the meeting. It amazes me, but it must be something he’s used to.
It certainly makes me want to back off. I don’t want to be another one in his long list of bimbos.
I can’t help it though—jealousy twists nastily in my gut. It’s an agonizing snake coiling all the way through me. I have to clutch onto myself at one point to stop it from spilling free. It’s silly because I don’t exactly have any claim over this man. I’m his freaking personal assistant and nothing more for crying out loud, but I still sense that he’s mine.
“Urgh, sorry about that.” He rolls his eyes once she’s gone. “She’s a nightmare.”
“Yeah, she seems that way. She’s very . . . full on. Is that normal?”
He smiles in a way that suggests I’m different. He certainly didn’t give her that look. It causes butterflies to flap violently in my stomach. I kinda still want him. I wish I could reach out and touch him. But I shouldn’t.
In fact, what I should do if I want him is be subtle, don’t flirt, just drive him wild anyway.
“It is normal, but you’ll get used to it. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”
“What? Get used to it?” I smile and allow a blush to fill my cheeks. “I’m sure I can cope.”
The look he gives me makes me want to shed my clothes immediately. I want to tear them off and present myself to him. He looks like he wants to eat me anyway, so why not just let him?
But no. I stiffen and push that thought away, refusing to let it consume me. I’m not going to give myself so easily to this man. Even I do let him have me, which I might not be able to. In the end, if I want to keep this job, I have to keep myself strong. At least for now.
“Right, so I suppose the next thing I need to do is discover more about your appointment book so I can get used to it. Do you want to go through it with me? Let me know how you like everything done?”
“Yeah, why not? I suppose you’re right. And I better show you to your desk too.”
“My desk is in your office? But I thought it was outside . . .”
“It was. It was just there if you remember?” My eyes follow to where he’s pointing. “But I don’t need to keep any secrets from you, so why not have you locked in the room with me?”
Locked in . . . I like it. I like it more than I should. I shudder and smirk before nodding knowingly.
“Okay, sure. That sounds great. Locked in with you. This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”
Already my mind is consumed by all the ways I’m going to make it the most fun ever . . .
3
Brock
“Oh wow, fucking hell, boss. I’m starting to see why you hired Jodi now. She really is a fox.”
“Josh, I hired her because she was the best woman for the job, nothing more.”