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“And now you do, so everyone is in the know. Should we talk living arrangements?”
“Uh, what?” I ask.
“As your assistant, I’m assuming you’ll need me at all hours, so I’m guessing you’ll need me to live with you.”
Live with me? Is she fucking insane? I couldn’t think of a worse situation. Shacking up with Wylie Wood? Nope. Not when she’s off limits. The last thing I need is for her to be walking around my place in nothing but a towel, all wet from her shower.
Nope. Not going to happen.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll need you that much,” I say. “Feel free to stay wherever you are.”
“I really don’t mind,” she says. “I want to be the best assistant I can be.”
“And I’m sure you’ll be the best assistant ever . . . from your place of residence.”
Her eyes bore into me, the same fucking eyes as her father, but whereas his are scary . . . hers are mesmerizing.
Oh, fuck me . . .
Chapter Three
WYLIE
He’s infuriatingly handsome.
Like stop-you-in-your-tracks, you-have-to-stare handsome.
And the gash above his eye just makes him that much more attractive.
I’ve pushed that one night to the back of my mind, almost to the point that I’ve completely forgotten about it until Dad told me I would be working for Levi Posey.
Then it all came flooding back with a vengeance.
The command in his hands.
The teasing but deep tone of his voice.
The way his lips controlled me.
The scruff of his five o’clock shadow.
If it wasn’t for spotting my dad across the dining space, I would know exactly what it feels like to have spent the night with Levi Posey.
And from the way my body reacts to him, I’d assume it wouldn’t have been a one-time thing. Nope, I would have kept going back.
So this, this right here, trying to act like that night meant nothing, is uncomfortable to say the least.
Painful actually.
Because even though it’s been months, the moment I sat next to him, all I could think about was how much I wanted him still. How much I want a do-over of that night.
But of course, this is my luck. Instead of giving in to temptation, I must avoid it because I need to prove to my dad that a career as a graphic artist is a possibility. That I don’t need to rely on him for help.
That I can make it on my own.
And getting mixed up with one of his players is not the way to do that.
But I will admit, if Levi has a bedroom to spare, I won’t pass that up either, given I have one week to find a place to live and not much in savings at the moment.
