Ignite My Passion (The Vegas Men 3)

“What happened?”

I half-shrugged at her. “If you want to know that, you’ll have to come and work for me.”

“Well, that’s hardly fair. That’s in your control, isn’t it? Not mine.”

“You sound like you don’t want to give up control.”

“Yeah . . . is that obvious?”

Oh God, now my brain is spinning into overdrive. The temptation to grab her and throw her over the desk, to bury into her, to make us both wild, is almost overwhelming. I have to squeeze my hands by my side just to resist.

“Hmm, that’s intriguing.”

“So what do you think? You think you might want to give me the job?”

I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at her. “Are you flirting with me to get the job?”

“No way. I know that I’m the best person for the position. I’m hardworking, surprisingly organized, determined, and a quick learner as well. Also, I’m fiery. In case you couldn’t already tell, I can tackle people. I know how forceful this industry can be, and I can handle it. Most people don’t assume that personal assistants need to be strong, but I know. I can do it.”

Okay, so now we’re on to what she can offer the company, and she’s giving me some damn fine answers. I like it. She’s making my decision so much easier for me.

“What did you do before you worked here?”

“Before I came to Vegas, I worked in the stock market.”

“Oh, that’s still a very male-dominated world.”

“Exactly, and I handled myself very well.”

“I can imagine.”

“Then, since I’ve been here, I’ve been doing bits and pieces. I’ve worked the blackjack table, I’ve been in an office environment, and I’ve even done some modeling.”

“Yes, I can see that. So what’s brought you here to me?”

“Well, this is the most successful casino on the strip, you’re a very powerful man, and also, I want the job.”

“That’s a good answer.”

“Thank you.” She gives me a look, sensing that I need more. “Look, Brock, I’m going to level with you. I need this job, and I will work my ass off for you. I can’t keep living in my friend’s spare room forever while I flit from job to job. I need a steady position, and I need my own place. I’m never going back to New York, so I need to start a life here.”

I nod slowly, drinking all of that in. “Okay, you know what, I want you to be my personal assistant. Even before you said that to me, I wanted it to be you.”

“You did?” Her eyes light up, but then she rearranges her expression. “Don’t you need to see everyone?”

“I have seen everyone. I want it to be you.”

She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me. When do you want me to start?”

“I want you to start right now, but I don’t think that’s practical. What about Monday morning?”

“Yeah, sounds great.” She rises from her chair, giving me a glimpse of her supple, sexy legs. “Thank you.”

I reach my hand out and shake hers, immediately feeling a bolt of electricity race through my arm. She jolts back as if she can feel it too, which only makes it a lot more fun. Working with her is going to be something else.

“I look forward to it.”

I watch her sashay away as if she’s on the catwalk, stripping my breath away as she goes. Maybe I should have asked her out on a date rather than giving her a job. This is going to be seriously dangerous, but it’s fun. Jodi Night is the one who’s inspired me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve made the right decision in the end.