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I catch my face in the mirror of the lounge area staring back up at me as I sit.
Not so smug this time.
More like ‘Bro? She’s perfect. What are you waiting for? Ask her the fuck out on a date or something.’
But would she go for an older guy like me?
More to the point, would she want the level of commitment I’m thinking after knowing her all of five minutes?
Either way, she’s fucking hired.
Condor’s decision or not.
Even if I train her to only licks stamps in my office, she’s fucking hired.
“Let’s get outta here,” I suggest. “We can combine a little business with pleasure, surely?”
She chews at her lip again, looking like a girl who’ll burst if she doesn’t tell her secret.
But I’m okay with secrets, for now. And the only word I need to hear from her right now is yes.
Yes, I’ll take the job. Yes, I’ll wear the clothes you pick.
And yes, I’ll do whatever you tell me to, Xander.
I am her boss now, after all.
She’s mine, and we’re only a few minutes into the deal.
Perfect.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chloe
It’s on the edge of my lips to tell him.
Tell him everything before this blows up way more than it already has.
But once Xander offers to buy me new clothes on the Condor account, his boss calls him to make sure I’ve got the job?
Holy smokes, I don’t know what comes over me, but if it means staying with Xander, even just for a few more hours. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I make him happy.
And I mean anything.
Hell, I could even lick stamps in his office if it came down to that.
My little ruse is simply too good of a thing to walk away from now. Any girl in their right mind would do whatever it took to spend time with a real man like Xander, let alone have a chance at anything else with him.
It’s not as if I’m the easiest girl around, but it’s not as if I’m even remotely qualified for –
Crap.
What was the job again?
I don’t even know what job I’m supposed to be here for either.
Whatever it is must be something pretty special to have the royal treatment and the biggest bosses of the company making the final decisions.
Yikes.
But Xander seems more than eager to get me out of the hotel and into some new clothes than talking shop.
It is a Friday afternoon, so maybe this is the sweetener before the thumbscrews are applied.
I don’t know anything about the corporate world, but I like the surroundings so far.
Actual work involved? I shudder to think what would be required of someone on a daily basis to keep this sort of employment. But Xander seems to have thrived on it.
In more ways than one.
‘Mixing business with pleasure’ from his lips is enough to see me almost swimming to the door with him.
Already wetter than I thought physically possible, and the sight of his pant bulge that doesn’t leave anything to my imagination only makes me wonder if this is one of those types of job interviews.
And to be completely honest, I don’t care if it is. But I doubt he’d be that kind of a guy somehow.
Just to have Xander near me, in the same room, it’s worth whatever price I have to pay. So I say bring it.
He’s a natural gentleman, nothing’s put on or phony.
His huge hand is placed gently on my back as he guides me into the elevator first, showing me his genuine intentions.
The bulge in his pants might suggest his intentions aren’t totally pure either, but that’s what’s making this such a thrilling ride.
The main elevator is mostly glass, with the signature heavy brass and chrome that makes everything Condor look like the prices they charge.
It’s so quiet I can hear and feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I stand closer to Xander than I probably should.
His massive body flexes and relaxes with each breath he takes.
The scent of his earthy, woodsy cologne fills the space between us like a cloud I want to float on forever.
As we start to move, the dipping of my stomach adds to the sensation of floating, and I only take my eyes off Xander’s reflection long enough to admire the view one more time.
“It’s just…beautiful,” I say softly.
Figuring he probably hears that at least a dozen times a day whenever he’s visiting one of these hotels for his work.
“It sure is,” he agrees with me readily, surprising me a little.
But my surprise turns to genuine shock when I look up and see he’s been watching me the entire time.
Not interested in the view at all.
I swallow hard, stuck for words again, and tell myself I must be imagining it when I feel him moving closer to me. He’s leaning his huge frame just close enough to almost touch me.
