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Is that a real question?“Uh, it depends.”
He looked like he could barely contain his grin. “I must also warn you that the position is long and very hard—”
“Are you messing with me?”
He stopped, wearing an expression of complete shock. “The hours are long and hard, what did you think I meant?”
I think you’re talking about your penis.
I could hear my skin burning as Will’s mischievous eyes bored into mine.
I am not crazy. He’s making all kinds of sexual innuendos.
He skipped ahead without waiting for my answer. “Why do you want this position?”
“I—well—it’d be great for my career.”
“You will have to be willing to bend over backward…for the company. There will be lots of all-nighters.”
“I think I can manage—”
William’s face flushed with heat as his voice rose in volume. “You’ve got to be flexible, think on your feet, and not be afraid to get down and dirty.”
“I can totally do that.”
“Where do you see yourself in five years? At the top, or do you prefer to be underneath me?”
“Well, I think I—”
I answered before I processed what he had just said. Do you prefer to be underneath me? The fucking bastard was playing with me.
“I’m getting the feeling that this entire thing is your idea of a sick joke.”
I threw my napkin on the table and grabbed my purse, feeling close to tears as I got up and stormed out of the restaurant. All I wanted was to eat my meal in peace, to have a nice evening with him. I walked forward on the rain-soaked streets, not caring where the hell I was going.
“Hey!”
Heavy footsteps jogged next to me and I didn’t need to look to see who it was.
“Natalie, hold on for a second!”
Rough fingers encircled my arm and stopped my rapid escape to my car. William stood under a streetlight, his handsome features harsh under the glare.
“What?”
“The job is not a joke!”
I wrenched my arm out of his grip. “You have a really pathetic sense of humor.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Natalie—”
“I just lost my job! How dare you insult me?”
“I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“Yeah right.” I continued walking toward my car, swallowing down the lump rising in my throat.
“Is it my fault you were reading too much into what I was saying?”
