Page 3 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
The chiseled features of his face were perfection…except for a very faded scar high on his cheek that I could see now that he was close to me.
My heart tripped.
Strangely, that scar did nothing to detract from his handsomeness.
That quarter sized mark simply made him more intriguing.
Dammit!
It had been a long time since I’d even noticed what a man looked like and even longer since I’d felt any kind of physical attraction.
I squirmed a little as I took the cash he offered for cleaning supplies.
There was something about Asher that unnerved me, and it had nothing to do with fear or intimidation.
Stop it, Sierra! Stop it right now. You are not attracted to this man, and you definitely don’t find him intriguing.
What in the world had happened to this man to make him so hostile and disagreeable?
Okay, maybe Iwaswondering what made Asher Remington tick, but that was something I really didn’tneedto know.
He was going to be my boss.
I was going to be working for him, making some money that I desperately needed.
Those were the only facts about him that really mattered.
Oh, and he was wrong about me.
I’d be here next week.
I’d be here next month.
I had experience tolerating assholes, and I wasn’t going anywhere as long as he continued to pay me for doing a good job.
Maybe I hadn’t come here today for work, but I was desperate enough that I wasn’t going to scoff at the opportunity to make my life a little easier.
My life had been too tough lately not to long for some kind of relief.
“I’ll be here tomorrow,” I said as I put the money he’d given me in the pocket of my jeans. “My name is Sierra. What do you want me to call you?”
I knew who he was, but he didn’t know that, and it wasn’t something I wanted to mention right now because I really wanted this position.
I really hated any kind of deception, even if I wasn’t exactly lying to him.
He needed a housekeeper.
I could do the job, and I desperately needed the employment.
Did it really matter that I hadn’t originally stopped here to inquire about a position?
He didn’t seem to care what warm body filled his housekeeping job.
“Asher Remington,” he informed me succinctly. “Mr. Remington will do.”
Sheesh!The man really was uptight.
I shrugged and turned to leave.
