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“…your secretary?” Dillon interjected.
I looked at him surprised by his modest assumption. I had come up with the idea on the fly so I didn’t actually know what I was going to propose. But it helped to know his expectations.
“No,” I retorted. “My assistant. You’ll help me on a daily basis and I’ll have access to you whenever I need you.”
“Sounds like a secretary to me,” Dillon persisted.
I shook my head, “It’s not.”
“Would I be sitting at a desk outside your office?”
The thought of being able to look up at any time and see him instantly made my cock hard. “Absolutely. That part is non-negotiable.”
“That’s a secretary,” he concluded still not hinting how he felt about the idea.
“Call it what you will. The only thing that matters to me is, do you accept?”
Chapter 5
Dillon
I sat in the chic Soho coffee shop, rubbing my sweating palms against my jeans, waiting for Hil. My heart raced, wondering what he’d say about me accepting Remy’s job offer. He’d been right about Remy not leaving the Mafia world behind. And now I was willingly entering it.
The coffee shop was a blend of modern and vintage, with exposed brick walls, sleek leather seating, and a warm, inviting atmosphere. It was a place we had frequented as kids. So many of our summer afternoons were spent here sipping coffee, imaging ourselves more grown up than we were with Hil’s bodyguard a booth away.
As it was with the vampire, I saw the same memory go through Hil’s mind when he entered. Giving him a nervous smile when his gaze settled on me, he made his way over.
“I chose this place because I thought it’d bring back a few memories,” I told him as he sat down.
Hil looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings. I again saw the film strip of our time here play. This time it had started without effort. It was like the barrier between me and my ability was wearing away.
“If it weren’t for you, I would know nothing about New York,” he admitted. “We used to come here pretending to be adults. Now I’m living with my boyfriend and you’re a year away from graduating college. It’s weird.”
“Yeah. Weird,” I said with a chuckle, the nostalgia warming me despite my anxiety.
Taking a deep breath, I soaked in the last of our old dynamic and said, “Hil, Remy offered me a job.”
His expression remained unreadable. “You shouldn’t take it, Dillon,” he said firmly.
My eyes welled up. Looking at my lap, I muttered, “Okay.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and Hil’s hand reached out to comfort me.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.
I sniffled, meeting his gaze. “Why do you think I’m not good enough for your family?”
Hil sighed, his eyes filling with concern.
“That’s not it at all, Dillon. That’s not it at all. My whole life, I’ve felt trapped in my family’s crazy life. I don’t want you to join me in this cell.” He paused, reminiscing. “You don’t know what it was like growing up in that penthouse cage, where the only friend I had befriended me out of pity.”
I shook my head, denying his claim. “That’s not why we’re friends, Hil. We’re friends because I love you.” My voice trembled as I continued, “And I’m really tired of being your family’s charity case. I’m grateful for it. Don’t think I’m not. But I want to stand on my own.
“If I accepted Remy’s offer, maybe I could do that. And maybe if I earned my way, I could take you out instead of always depending on your generosity.”
Having heard what I said, Hil wiped his eyes, sniffling.
“I don’t want you to get involved with Remy, Dillon. And it’s not because you’re not good enough for our family. I already think of you as a brother.”
