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“I don’t want to go into too many details here.” I glanced around to make sure we were still away from prying ears.
Angel’s eyes narrowed into another glare.
“But I promise it’s nothing untoward or unlawful.”
“You use a lot of big words to say simple things.” Angel crossed his arms again, the card ending up tucked between his nice bicep and his pec, which was also very nice, even from beneath the glittering half-shirt he was wearing. “So this proposal isn’t about sex?”
I swallowed. “Not at all.”
He relaxed, marginally, at my assurance.
“I’d like to meet with you at my office to discuss things in detail. Are you free on Monday?”
“Monday?” His voice came out in an adorable squeak.
“Yes. I’ll be out of town for most of the week. Monday is my only free day.”
Angel’s eyes tracked my hand as I rolled down the sleeve of my dress shirt. “Um, I have to work on Monday.”
“When do you get off?”
“As often as my wrist will allow.”
Vlado burst out laughing and Angel slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with horror.
I chuckled at his reaction more than his statement and buttoned my cuff. He was witty. That would be a big plus.
“Oops. My filter seems to be taking a coffee break.” He cleared his throat. “I’m off work at six on Monday.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be at my office until late evening.”
Angel chewed on his lip, his façade dropping. Jesus he was young. Maybe younger than I thought. Was he even old enough to be working here?
“How old are you?”
“How old areyou?” he shot back.
“You’re at least twenty-one, correct?” I pressed, fixing my other sleeve. Had I made a huge mistake? Even twenty-one was pushing it.
“I’m twenty-one.” When he paused, I knew to school my expression. “I’ll be twenty-two in October,” he added.
Eeshk. Hewasyoung.
“How about you think about my offer and contact me if you’re interested. The number on the back of my card is my personal cell. Text me tomorrow and we can work out a time to meet.”
“But you haven’t told me anything about the offer to consider. Just that it’s a business thing and it’s not about sex.”
“Like I said, I don’t want to go into too many details here, but this proposal comes with a job offer.”
“A job offer?”
“Yes. A three-month contract with a generous salary and the potential for a generous bonus.”
“Like how generous?” he asked, apprehension taking over his confusion.
“Let’s just say you’d be able to buy fifty pairs of my shoes and still have some left over.”
His jaw hinged and his big blue eyes doubled in size.
