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“It’s fine,” she says, seemingly more to herself than to me. “You’ll send me the paperwork later today, so I can look it over?”
I nod. “Miss Barry will provide me with your contact information, if this is alright with you.”
“Yes, I guess it has to be,” she says.
She forces a smile, trying so hard to be all business, when it’s clear that I’m unsettling her.
I fucking love it.
This is going to be a lot more fun than I thought.
If she says yes, that is.
Chapter 12
Kat
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I still can’t believe it even now, as I’m stepping out of the car and I find myself in front of the high rise building that Logan Reid calls home.
He ordered the car for me, a black limousine with soft leather seats that felt like a warm embrace.
This is crazy. Why on Earth did I say yes to this?
Because you need the money, a voice inside my head reminds me.And this is more money than you’ll ever make any other way.
But this isn’t just about the money, is it?
I shake my head, as if to negate the truth.
“It’s alright,Miss, I’ll take care of this,” the driver lets me know when I make a move to help him with my luggage. He places himself between me and the open trunk as if he’strying to shield me from some kind of danger.
I stand there with my hands still up in the air, feeling silly for wanting to jump to his aid. This is his job. He gets paid to do this, and I’d just get in his way. Did I insult him by wanting to carry my own stuff?
“I’m sorry, I… what was your name again?”
“Christopher,” he says, with a patient smile on his face.
“I’m sorry, Christopher, I didn’t…,” I stutter helplessly, unsure where to go from here. This is so not my world, being chauffeured around, having someone else carry my stuff—it’s so foreign to me, so awkward.
“No worries,” Christopher says, casting me another benevolent smile. “You can go ahead. Mr. Reid is expecting you.”
He nods toward the entrance, large sliding doors, all glass and shiny chrome, blinding sparks dancing my way as the sunlight hits it. I grasp the strap of my shoulder bag and take a deep breath before I stride toward the intimidating glass doors, feigning confidence.
I shouldn’t be here. This is stupid, wrong, and potentially dangerous—but also too tempting to refuse.
Heis too tempting to refuse.
The knot inside my chest tightens as I approach the door, and there’s a part of me that wants to run away.
Just turn around and say you changed your mind! You still could!
Nothing has been signed, yet. He sent me the contract just like he said he would, and he attached a note that suggested a two-week probation period. I don’t know whether he did it for his own benefit or for mine, but it certainly made it easier for me to say yes.
I walk through the glass doors and into an obscenely bright and clean lobby. White marble floors, so spic and span that I feel like a dirty stray, spoiling the pristine floor with my worn out sneakers. There’s a reception at the other end of the hall, clean as a whistle just like everything else in here. A young man, about my age, sits behind the counter in a pressed uniform, his entire presence oozing immaculate perfection with his tan skin, gelled hair, and spotless blazer.
I stop in my tracks for a moment, unsure where to go or what to do—and then I notice him. Logan Reid is coming toward me, wearing a black shirt, a pair of light denim jeans, and black sneakers that probably cost ten times as much as mine. His hair is a bit ruffled atop his edgy sidecut, giving him a boyish charm that almost sweeps me off my feet.
