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“Oh?” she questions. “Are you leaving?”
“Just for a little bit,” I begin to say.
“Six months,” he chimes in. “I’ve offered her a position as my personal assistant. She’ll be residing with me in California for the time being.”
“Wait,” I rush out. “I don’t even think this is plausible. I have to help with my share of the rent—”
“Not a problem,” he speaks over me. “I’ll write out a check, Ms. Pierce.”
This is insane. This man is insane. . .
Aboutme.
“It was great meeting you, Natalie. Sasha speaks highly of you. Although, we should really get going. The jet will be arriving soon. I’ll help you gather your belongings, Sasha.”
“No, it’s all right. She’ll help me pack.”
Mr. Edwards turns his head, those piercing blue eyes locking with mine. There’s an eerie silence for a moment, and I can feel my pulse increase with each passing second.
Finally, I come to realize that he must be warning me to not speak a single word about our deal.
“Don’t worry,” I reassure him. “I’ll meet you outside once I’m ready. It shouldn’t take too long.”
“I’ll be by my car.”
He flashes one last grin in her direction, and closes the door behind him.
“Oh my god,” Natalie shrieks, while I quickly shush her. “You bitch! I am so fucking jealous!”
“Why?”
“Uh, hello?” she sarcastically sings. “Because you’re fucking Mr. tall, dark, and handsome! That’s why!”
“Lower your voice,” I urge. “You’re so damn loud.”
“And I care, why?”
“He already has quite the ego. That man doesn’t need to think any higher of himself.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not fair for a man to be that good looking. Is he a client? How much does he pay?”
“No, he’s not a client, and he doesn’t pay for sex, because I’m not sleeping with him.”
She frowns, folding her arms across her chest. “And why not?”
“Surely, he doesn’t need to pay anyone to sleep with him,” I dryly mutter. “The man is a billionaire. Literally. I stayed with him in his suite at the Pierre last night.”
“What!” she squeals, bursting into laughter. “Well, at least one of us is doing something right. You’re sipping champagne at the Pierre, while I’m drinking room temperature beer at a shitty motel, faking moans all night for a fat slob.”
I anxiously chew on my lip.
“Listen. I saw the two of you,” she says. “You can’t deny it. He had your hands above your head, had you pinned to the wall, and was practically devouring your neck. I completely ruined your moment.”
“It’s fine, really.”
“You can’t tell me there’s nothing there. He wants you, Sash.”
I enter my bedroom and she follows close behind. Opening the drawer of my dresser, I pull out as many pairs of panties that I own. Natalie grunts from behind me.
