Page 2 of Wham, Bam, Marry Me, Ma’am
"What is it?" West asks.
Barrett's grin grates on my last nerve as he hands the paper over to our brother.
"I, Vaughn Billings, lost a bet. This paper allows Barrett Billings, the winner and handsomest of all the Billings Brothers–" West stops reading, tossing the paper back to Barrett. "You wish."
Barrett chuckles. "He lost the bet, I get a company decision of my choice with no complaints." He taps the paper West put down on the table.
"Fine." I grit out. "But, I'm not keeping someone on who can't do the job."
"Fine, but you can only fire them if it's about their job performance. Nothing of a personal nature." Barrett points his finger at me, and West nods in agreement.
I take a deep breath and West shifts over to Barrett's seat in the middle of the table when Barrett gets up to call in the next applicant.
West turns to me. "Due to the added handsomest brother nonsense, I promise to choose wisely, Vaughn."
Glaring down at my papers, I glance at the next person's name: Rachel Diver.
"Hello." A soft, melodic voice travels across the large conference room. I look up, swallowing hard when my eyes lock with Rachel's. Her long dark brown hair flows freely in loose waves, dark brown eyes shine with a positive energy that would typically drive me crazy, but instead my heart squeezes in delight. My cock stands to attention as her pink tongue darts out to lick her plump lips, and she settles into the chair across from us.
If you had asked me moments ago if I believe in love at first sight, I would have dismissed you like dirt beneath my shoe. But, in walks Rachel, and, call me filthy, I am in love and ready to make this woman my wife.
Fuck. No.
Absolutely not,I write and then slide the paper over to West, giving him a side-eye as I shake my head slightly.
West furrows his brow at me, shoving the paper back to me and smiling at Rachel.
Barrett asks the first question, getting the interview started. "Rachel, tell us about your experience managing multiple schedules at once."
I don't even know what she says. I underline the two words three times, aggressively sliding it over to West again, but he doesn't stop the interview.
For twenty minutes, I listen to Rachel answer question after question with poise, grace, and stunning capability. Had she been any other applicant I would have hired her on the spot. But, I cannot have Rachel around me all day, every day. I can't.
"I'm sorry, but you are not a good fit." I suddenly break in, as Barrett starts to ask another question. My dick hardens like a teenager going through puberty as she turns her dark chocolatey brown eyes toward me and blinks. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, gripping my pen tightly.
Barrett turns sharply, glaring at me.
"What? Why waste her time?" I avoid making eye contact with either of my brothers, but I also can't look at the goddess sitting in the chair in front of me, so I end up circling my head around like I'm chasing a bug.
"Oh. Okay." The disappointment in Rachel's voice forces me to look at her, against my better judgement. Her soft voice calls to me like a siren on the water, but her lovely eyes look so sad, I have to glance down quickly at the papers in front of me to keepfrom leaping over the table to comfort her. My brothers' eyes are boring holes in the side of my head and I turn toward them with gritted teeth.
Before Barrett can say anything to me, her soft, melodic voice, says firmly. "It's okay. I'll get the next one."
We all turn to stare at her and West chuckles.
"You'll what?" I ask, genuinely curious what she means.
Then, there's a shift, like her body lets out all the emotions begging to burst forward and she releases them into the air. Rachel smiles at me with a soft peaceful look on her face. "I'll get the next job," she clarifies, like she's referring to catching a bus or something.
West's laugh booms out into the room. "I like you." He turns toward Barrett and me giving us both a wink before he turns back to Rachel. "You're hired."
Barrett and I both turn to look at him, and he shrugs. "She's perfect." Weston winks at Rachel and the rage, boiling in my blood as he flirts with her, threatens to consume me. I have to grip the table so I don't punch my own brother in front of the goddess clearly sent here on a mission to break me.
Yes, she is perfect.
And, a walking HR nightmare.
I'm a dead man.
