She doesn’t disappoint.
She gapes and looks at me with rounded eyes. “For three weeks?!”
I nod.
“Sure you didn’t add a zero by mistake?”
“I’m positive,” I respond.
She presses her mouth shut and closes the folder. Her skepticism is back. “Did you offer so much money just so I can’t refuse?”
“Can you be bought?” I challenge.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. That’s the true pay.”
She opens her mouth and shuts it, then looks away from me.
I see the debate in her eyes, the back and forth with herself. I can’t tell which part of her is winning but my fingers are crossed for the one that keeps her here on Magic Island.
“I don’t have a place to stay,” she murmurs.
“You’ll be given a suitable accommodation.”
She eyes me.
“Not with me.” A chuckle threatens to fall from my lips, but I swallow it. “It’s still at the Resort but superior to where you stayed earlier.”
“Oh…” She eyes me. “A job that pays three times my former salary in three weeks, a place to live on the coveted Magic Island and what else?”
“What else?”
“The catch. There must be. What do you want from me?”
I glance at her lips. “Nothing.”
“Huh.” She chews on her lower lip as if to torture me.
I look away and focus on my mahogany desk. The need to pounce on her, pull that lip from her teeth, and ravish it is too strong.
Something happened in the last two days and she’s grown immune to me. I just have to remind her what we shared, but not here or now.
“I will take it.”
My head whips up. “You will?”
She nods. “I have nothing to go back to.” She shrugs. “This might be a nice change of pace for me and by the way, I love Magic Island. An extended stay here won’t be bad.”
I don’t smile in triumph as I want to. I only nod. “Good. We’ll both be getting what we need.”
“Hold on.” She hurries over and stands opposite me. Only the expanse of the desk keeps us apart. “You didn’t ask for my résumé. I’ve never worked as a PA before.”
“That’s no problem. It’s intuitive and Julia would be happy to help.”
“Julia?”
“The secretary.”
