Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She blinks. “Why?”
“I don’t think you can handle what you will encounter here.”
“I can handle more than you think. Give me a chance.”
I should send her on her way, but I’m not ready for her to leave just yet.
I stare at her, hating that I’m loving what I’m seeing. “Send the twins back in,” I bark into the intercom on my desk. “Do you think you can handle three men at once?”
Her eyes widen, and I almost want to laugh at what she must be thinking right now. “I can handle anything you throw at me. Even three men.”
I rub the stubble on my chin, waiting for Roman and Ledger to walk back into my office. When they do, I stand. “Ah, thanks for coming back in. We’re going to do a little role playing. Take a seat, boys.”
Roman grins like a hungry shark, his mind going straight into the gutter. “I like role playing.”
I raise a brow, giving him a stern stare. “Not that kind of role playing.”
Ledger’s more reserved than his brother, sitting down slowly on the opposite side of my desk. “What type of role playing will we be doing exactly?”
“The little miss here,” I say, pointing at the striking beauty standing near the door, “is going to wait on us as if she were a server here.”
She appears dazed for a beat before she sashays over to where the three of us sit. “Just know I can take a man down with my legs, if that’s a plus in the interview column.”
Of course, my gaze drops to said legs, and even though it’s not the way she meant it, I don’t doubt many men would succumb to their temptation. It irritates me that a flash of them over my shoulders infiltrates my mind, and I snap at her. “We have security in the club, so no, karate moves don’t earn extra points. You’ll only need to use them for walking.” And then I take it a step further to rattle her. “Or kneeling.”
Pink creeps across her cheeks, and that irritates me more. I loosen my tie that is suddenly strangling me as she steps over to Ledger, because obviously he’s the least intimidating to her. Little does she know he’s probably the meanest of the bunch.
“Hello, sir,” she says with a soft voice that makes my dick take notice. “What can I get you to drink tonight?”
“I feel like I need to whisper my answer or I’ll get in trouble with the sexy librarian. Should I whisper it in your ear?”
She blinks, but carries on with the role play. “I don’t think that’s advised. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to see your handsome face.”
Ledger grins, obviously liking the game. “Whiskey sour,” he says. “Thank you.”
“Such a gentleman,” I say, standing from my seat to move closer to the source of excitement in this room. “Ledger, you can treat her like the guests would treat any Greedy Girl.”
“Do me next,” Roman says to the pretty lady.
She slides over next to him, perching her plump ass on the arm of his chair. “And what would you like… sir?” She draws the word out, and I nearly groan at the sound of it.
“What’s good?”
“You seem like a free spirit, so how about Tequila?”
“I’m definitely a free spirit.” He trails a finger down her arm, and I can tell Roman’s enjoying being a pretend customer too much when he rests his hand on her thigh. She doesn’t skip a beat, but I do.
“That’s enough,” I bellow. “Out.” I snap my fingers, glaring at Roman, and then Ledger. “Leave me with her.”
“You need to chill,” Roman says as he steps past me. “We were just having a little fun.”
I’m out of my mind with jealousy and I can’t understand why. I’ve never felt this way with any of the Greedy Girls. Hell, I’ve never been a jealous person with anyone, but when Roman put his hand on her thigh, I saw red.
Ledger and Roman leave the room, and I turn to face the witchy woman, putting a spell on me.
She arches her brow. “See.”
I step closer. “See what?”
“See, I can handle three men at once.”
Maybe so, but can I handle her?
Chapter 3
Chloe
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Suffocation strangles my throat and I breathe through my nose, doing my best not to give away my anxiety. Seconds tick by as Devereaux studies me, like he’s debating whether he should entertain the idea of hiring me or tossing me out the door on my ass.
I handled myself just fine with the twins. So, I stand taller, proud that I passed his unexpected test.
I passed, right?
He’s so intimidating, dressed in a black three-piece suit, which I’m sure is top-dollar. Probably Armani or something equally expensive. Whatever his designer choice, he’s a striking figure, exuding wealth from his tailored threads. But I have to admit, it may not be the clothing, as much as the man wearing it. I’m certain God himself couldn’t pull off a suit as good as Devereaux Huxley.