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“It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Ha, let me just stop you there. I’ll take the job, and I’ll be down in twenty minutes. I have to attend a family wedding in two weeks, so you’ll be without me for a bit, and next weekend I’m going to a bachelorette party as the designated driver. If that doesn’t work, then you can look for someone else.”
I’m not okay with it, but I’ll be having someone follow her, or perhaps I’ll do it myself. No, I can’t, because I might rip someone’s head off if I do. Swallowing my irrational jealousy, I answer calmly, “It’s fine. Just move your ass. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”
“Where do you want me to meet you?”
“I’m outside.”
“You’re outside my apartment?”
“Yes. Now—less talking and more moving.”
Chapter Two
Harley
I pack my bags quickly. Luckily, I was already mostly packed since I was on my way to being thrown out of my apartment in a couple of days. It only took me a few minutes to get my toiletries in a bag and to change out of my pajamas. When life hits you, it really hits you hard. My landlord raised my rent right after I graduated from college, making it harder to come up with enough money for rent.
I come outside, and he’s waiting with a large SUV there to pick me up. “That was fast. Were you planning on leaving town?”
“If you must know, I was going to get evicted if I couldn’t pay my rent soon, so I was already packing up since I just lost my job.” Why am I completely honest with this guy? This is like the fifth time I’ve told him the truth when I don’t owe him an ounce of honesty after everything he did.
“Well, then, this works out just fine.” There isn’t a drop of remorse in his voice. “You’ll have a place to live and earn enough money to save.” Good. So when I quit working for this handsome jerk, I can find a nice place to live where someone doesn’t know about my supposed perverted background.
“Yep,” I answer, pressing my lips together as he holds the door open for me. He waits for me to buckle myself in before he closes it and then locks my door. After that, he loads up my things and then enters the driver’s side.
“I have a guest bedroom that will be yours for the time being. There will be no men allowed in the condo, understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
“It’s Dylan. Say it.”
“Dylan.”
“Good. If you’re going to be my personal assistant, I want to make sure you can follow simple directions.”
“Are you always this grumpy at night, or is guilt eating you up so bad that you had to find a solution to your little problem?”
“That smart mouth of yours isn’t going to do you any good, Harley.”
“As your personal assistant, what are my duties?”
“You’ll be keeping track of my schedule inside and outside of work, picking up my suits among other things, but we’ll discuss more of that in the morning.” We drive in silence through the city streets until we arrive at a condo building. He parks his car next to the elevator and steps out. “Come on.”
He takes my hand to assist me out of his vehicle and then releases it as soon as my feet hit the ground, as if it disgusts him to touch me, which is fine by me since Mr. Arrogant is getting on my nerves. He may be gorgeous, but I’m not letting my hormones rule me, especially when they’re unwelcome. He presses his hand to the small of my back, leading me to the open elevator. “What about my things?”
“Someone will bring them along.”
A moment later, I see a man behind us heading to the back of the vehicle. Where the hell did he come from, and does he just have people at his disposal at any hour? If he has people like this, why does he need me?
We enter the condo, and I’m not surprised that it’s absolutely perfect—something straight out of a Pinterest board, or some photoshoot. It’s amazing.
“Your room is over here.” He leads me down the hall and then opens the door to an equally nice guest bedroom.
“Um…thank you.” I see the bed and let out a yawn. Mr. Hunter’s eyes darken, and he’s about to say something when we’re interrupted.
“Sir.” The giant from downstairs is standing inside the bedroom door with my things.
