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About as close to asking him if he wants a job or not as I feel like getting it right now.
The irritation at the interruption to my day planned with Krystal still bubbling under the surface.
“And what exactly is your business, Mason?” Jack Carter asks. Interested but only just by professional curiosity.
“It’s diverse. And not something I can explain in one sitting,” I tell him impatiently, never being very good at wooing people over to my side.
You’re either with me or not, and today I’m offering him something more for Krystal’s sake than his own.
“Do you have a card?” I ask him, his hand reaching into his pocket, producing two by reflex.
I jot two figures on the back and a website address.
“The first figure is an estimate of my annual revenue,” I explain, handing one card back to him and placing the other on the table next to me.
“The second figure is a base salary I think would be fair for you to oversee and streamline the accounting process across all investments and businesses, which you’ll be able to research initially through the website provided.”
Jack Carter has gone pale, looking from me to his daughter and then back at the card again.
“Have a think about it, Jack,” I tell him warmly, getting up with a hand extended towards the door signaling the interview, chat, or whatever he wants to call it is over.
I’ve got some much more important business to get down to. The kind I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear about considering it involves his daughter, me, and a very large bathtub.
Krystal sees him out, all the way to the doors of the suite, spending a little time in quiet conversation before she comes back to me.
Where she belongs, and with a similar look on her face as her dad was just sporting.
“You’re not winding him up, are you?” she asks, making me frown.
“I don’t ‘wind up’ anyone, not when I’m talking about money,” I retort, a little surprised she’d even suggest it, but I guess I can understand.
Those were both big numbers on the card, and I’m not joking. I do need someone capable to manage my finances. I’m going to need a lot more free time than I already have, now that Krystal’s here.
Hearing myself sounding all business like in front of my woman, I shake my head and smile. Hooking my arm around her and hugging her close before kissing her.
“I’ll look out for your dad if he’ll look out for me,” I tell her. “It’ll take some time, but I think we can all get along.”
“Like family should,” she agrees and I laugh out loud.
“Like family should, exactly. Now. There’s a big tub of water in there, and a ton of food getting cold. Let’s say you and me go and warm up and fill up on both?” I suggest.
She squeezes me harder in reply, looking up at me. Her eyes wide with the feelings we share now.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I ask her.
“For not strangling my dad like you did the lawn guy.”
I pause for a second, realizing how differently things could have gone.
How differently they probably would have gone if Krystal hadn’t been here to calm me down as much as did her dad.
I dismiss the thought though, not wanting to dwell on what might have been.
I’m the king of my castle, and now that I’ve found my queen we can reign over it together.
Not wanting to talk about her dad for now, let alone think of him as I try to enjoy our bath, I get the water back up to temperature and settle Krystal in it.
“Where are you going?” she calls after me as I make to leave the bathroom. “To get some food for you to munch on while I wash your hair,” I tell her.
“Wash my hair?” she exclaims, making me shrug.
“I may as well tell you now, Krystal. You’re the whole package, but between your hair, your breasts, and your cute feet, I really don’t know which drives me crazier,” I confide in her, pointing out my obvious erection just at the mention of it.
“My hair…?” she asks slowly as I give a little helpless shrug again.
“And those other things,” I add, wondering aloud if she’s okay with the shampoo the hotel has, which makes her grin wide.
“Are you kidding? This stuff’s the best there is. My hair’s never had it so good.” She beams back at me.
“Or your chest. Or your ass. Or your sweet face,” I murmur to myself as I fetch the whole trolley of food, not wanting to stop until she’s full and had her hair properly washed.
Then we can see about having a little lay down after.
To help digest our meal, of course.
Chapter Twenty-One
Krystal
It feels weird at first, but Blake’s not kidding. He’s totally into my hair and has no problem washing it while giving me the most intense scalp massage I’ve ever enjoyed.
