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“How long have you been working for David Barclay?” she asked, running her hands through her short, styled black hair as she gazed down at my application.
“Almost four years.”
“I can see that you’ve done a variety of media events with him and his clients. You don’t seem to be afraid of hard work. How is your working relationship with him? I’ve heard he can be quite…difficult to work with. ” Gina didn’t like to waste time with small chat, but I didn’t want to talk aboutanykind of relationship between David and I. Things were complicated enough. That was why I needed this job.
“We work very well together on a business level. I enjoy working with the media and have a good repertoire with most of them.”
“They can get a little pushy.”
“I can push back just as hard.”That’s it, Nat. Sell yourself. You can do this!
“That’s good to hear. This job is on a more personal level than the one you have with David Barclay, though. Would that bother you?”
“If it’s a PA job, no. I’m capable of adapting to any situation.”
“How would you feel about live-in accommodations?”
“I wouldn’t have a problem as long as I have my own space. I would need somewhere to stay in LA, if I got this job, anyway.”
“Oh, you’d have plenty of space, trust me. This job wouldn’t be too different from what you’re doing now. It’s basically organizing calendars and acting as a liaison between the media team and myself.”
“That doesn’t sound too difficult,” I beamed. It seemed very similar to the role I had now.
“Then there is the personal side. You may feel like a babysitter at times. He’s not easy to live with, and well, truthfully, I need someone that can handle him. You’re part Italian, correct?”
“Yes.” I frowned, unsure why my heritage had anything to do with this job.
“Can you take care of yourself? I need to know that you’re not a pushover.” What an absurd question. “I’m only asking because I need those qualities in whomever I hire for this position.”
“Miss Rosewood, if I can handle David Barclay, I can handle any man. Being half Italianisa bonus, though. I have a fiery temper if someone goads me.”
“You do seem to have fire in your eyes, but you’re also extremely pretty. You have the most amazing brown eyes, and that may cause a problem.”What?
“You flatter me too much, Gina, but I can’t see how my looks could interfere with a job.”
“We’ll see this afternoon.” She was thoughtful as she looked at me. “I like you, Natasha. There’s something about you. You could be exactly who I’m looking for. Do you have plans this afternoon?”
“You’re putting me through to the next round of interviews?” I was gob smacked. It wasn’t like I had really talked much yet.
“Yes. Claire will take you to the waiting area.” Clipboard lady suddenly appeared, scaring the crap out of me. Where did she sneak in from?
“Follow me, Miss White.” Claire smiled sweetly. “They are bringing your coffee now, Gina.”
“You’re a diamond. Thank you.”
Claire and I took the lift to the top floor of the hotel. I’d never been in the penthouse suites of the Dorchester in London before. I was hoping I could take a look around at some point.
“So the second round of interviews is in the penthouse?” I mused, following her as the elevator doors pinged open.
“It’s for security purposes. The press will be arriving later today, so we’ll need the space. It gets a little crazy.” I quickly followed her as she opened the grand, double doors in front of us. “You can wait here. Help yourself to anything you’d like.” She gestured toward the corner of the room where tea, coffee, and delicate pastries were on display. With a quick glance at me, she left me alone in the room.
It intrigued me that I was the first woman to make it to the second interview. From talking to Gina, I’d gathered this PA job was for a man. Now my mind was racing, wondering who it could be. I walked over to the corner of the room to pour myself a cup of coffee while I pondered that thought. Maybe it was a new and upcoming artist. It would be exciting to witness everything first hand.
I heard a door open and close behind me a few moments later. Did another woman make it through to the second stage already? I hadn’t even been upstairs for ten minutes.
I turned, almost dropping my coffee at the sight of the person in front of me. Alex Harbour was across the room, frowning at me. The teenager inside me took charge, and I stood there drinking him in. Christ, the man was sexy! He was a walking orgasm. Clearly, it wasn’t Photoshop that made him look good, either. He was seriously justthathot! His jeans hung low off his hips, and I tried to stop my eyes from lingering on hishugebulge. I’m not sure I completely succeeded, though. His legendary white V-neck T-shirt clung to his well-defined torso, and revealed part of the crucifix tattoo on his upper chest. Most of the skin on his arms was covered, but I knew every detail about his tattoos, anyway. They were forever embedded in my memory. His light brown hair was much shorter but still unruly, and as he drew closer toward me, his piercing, clear blue eyes began to make my heart race.
Shit! Was this job to be his PA? I couldn’t do that! I was on the verge of an orgasm just looking at him!
