Page 3 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“I’d ask if the building was on fire or if anyone’s life was at stake. When he told me no, I’d reiterate what time he could come back and ask him if I should put him on your calendar.”

I smiled. My CFO was an arrogant asshole who retained his job solely because he was so skilled at it. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

“Will he be part of the interview process?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Ben frowned at me, but he didn’t ask anything else.

“Let’s say one of the directors comes to see me, but I’m not in. She asks you for some information about a project we’re working on. I’ve told you that information is confidential, to be seen only by me and the rest of C-suite. What do you say?”

“I explain that I’m not authorized to distribute that information, and she’ll need to schedule an appointment with you or one of the other executives.”

“And when she insists that I’ve told her to come get this information and that it’s already approved. What do you say?”

“I tell her I haven’t been informed of that and until I am, I will not be distributing the information.”

I nodded. “Excellent. And when she gets angry and starts yelling and threatening you?”

“I’ll call security to have her removed.”

I smiled. I liked Ben more and more every minute. He might seem shy and almost criminally innocent, but he had all the right answers, and I had every confidence he would stand up to anyone at the company. He’d had to stand up for himself a lot in his life based on what I’d learned.

“Mr. Montgomery, I’m not going to let anyone have access to you unless you want them to, and I won’t let you miss any appointments or forget any commitments. I will do whatever you ask.”

Those words—and the full potential of their meaning—hung between us, but this time, he didn’t look away.

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BEN

The room seemed to spin around us, but Mr. Montgomery stayed in perfect focus, every single gorgeous inch of him. As he stared at me, thinking about what I’d said, I realized I was absolutely serious. I would do anything he asked. I almost wished he’d asked me to do something completely inappropriate, like kneeling between his legs or lying over his desk. I would do it. He had me thoroughly under his spell.

That was so fucking dangerous. I should leave. I never should have come to this interview. He wasn’t a fool. He’d surely checked up on me. How much did he know? Was he just playing with me like a cat with a mouse or more appropriately a panther with…whatever they stalk. He was hardly domesticated, which only made him hotter.

“How soon can you start?”

The question startled me. I blinked and had to swallow before I could respond. “I am available in two weeks.”

“No, I want you here on Wednesday.”

My mouth fell open, and I stared at him. That was two days from now. “This Wednesday? You’re hiring me immediately?”

“You want the job, right?”

“I do. However, I need to give notice at my current job.”

“I’ll take care of that.”

“What does that mean?”

He waved off my question. “You said you’d do anything I asked. I’m asking you to be here, ready to work, on Wednesday morning at 8 o’clock.”

“What about an employment contract?”

He smiled. Was he pleased, or was he playing with me? “I’ll have a contract drawn up for you to look over when you arrive on Wednesday.”

“And if there’s something in it that I won’t agree to?”

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