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“Is this you calling me to tell me that you’re going to take the job?”
Her warm chuckle makes my stomach lurch. I picture her right now, that blonde hair hanging wild and loose down her back. I can see that fierce stare, challenging me even though she’s holding her tongue.
She excites me in a way that no other woman has in a long time. There’s something about her that makes me want to peel back her layers and see who she really is.
“To be honest, I thought about calling you and telling you to shove the job up your ass.”
I laugh and kick my heels up on my desk, leaning back in my chair. “Is that any way to speak to your future employer?”
“It might be. That really depends on whether or not I can work as your housekeeper around my law school hours.”
“Pretty and smart. I knew you had too much potential to put yourself on display for a bunch of rich men.”
She sighs. I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes. It’s true though. I think that she’s too smart to be working in a place like that. I saw the way that other man was looking at her. It was as if he was waiting for a chance to claim her and try to whisk her away to a better life.
I get the sense that Kendall isn’t about to let anyone, man or woman, try to control her.
“I’m serious. My schooling comes first and if there isn’t a way around that, I don’t want the job. It’ll only be for the next few weeks and then I’m done for the summer.”
“You’ll be able to work around your school hours. How does fifteen hundred a week sound?”
There’s a long pause on the other end of the call and I know that I’ve taken her by surprise.
“If that’s not enough, I’m willing to go to two thousand.”
“That seems like a lot of money for cleaning a house.”
I drum my fingers on the desk, knowing she’s right. My house is large, but I don’t know if I would offer to pay anyone other than her two thousand dollars a week. Most of the rooms in the house don’t get used daily.
“Well, you might have to do a little more than cleaning the house. From time to time I might need some help organizing some files or looking through certain parts of my business when I work from home. In those events, I would expect you to help.”
There’s a long pause and I wonder if she knows what a load of shit that was. I’m willing to pay her two thousand a week—that’s barely any money to me—but she seems like the kind of person who won’t take it unless she knows she’s working for it.
“Alright.”
“Great. Now, it is a live-in position. There’s a large bedroom with an attached bathroom that will be your space but you will have free roam of the house.”
“I never agreed to move in with you,” she says, nearly stammering over the words. It’s the first time she’s seemed off-balance since we started talking.
“Well, it’s conditional based on employment. I assume that you’re going to be working nights. It’s not safe to be roaming around the city in the middle of the night. Moving in makes your commute shorter.”
Although, I don’t know how I’m going to handle having her that close in my house.
She is a young woman and when I think about her living in my house, walking around in tiny shorts and crop tops, my cock hardens slightly.
“Fine. I’ll move in. When?”
“I’ll send movers to help with your belongings. I’m going to put the call back through to my assistant so he can get your number and address.”
My feet drop back to the ground as I sit up and make a note to get the phone number from Bronson on a scrap piece of paper.
“Alright.”
I push her call back through to Bronson before turning back to the file on my desk. No sooner has the call ended than my door opens and my father struts in like he owns the place.
Taking a deep breath, I roll up the sleeves of my gray shirt and lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. Dad’s gaze drops to my tattoos and his lip curls slightly. They are yet another thing he dislikes about what I’ve done with my life.
“Who was that you were just talking to about moving in?” he asks as he sits down in one of the chairs and crosses one leg over the other.
