Page 5 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“Oooh, this is going to get good,” Worth said.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised. I told you that was my plan. Keep your enemies close and all of that.” I’d talked to both Ford and Carter when I had received Benjamin’s application. Carter had been the one to oversee his extensive background check.

Carter studied me for a moment. “I’m not convinced you actually think Ben is an enemy.”

“He isn’t so far. He’s just related to them.”

“And probably working for them,” Ford said. “Why do you think he applied for this job?”

“We’ve already been over this.”

“Not with me,” Worth said. “Spill it.”

I gave him a short version of the story.

“So you hired him for revenge?”

I glared at Worth. “No.”

“He hired him because he’s fucking hot,” Ford said.

“That is not true.”

Carter snorted. “You actually think we’re going to believe that?”

It didn’t matter how well I could lie—and I was damn good—these guys knew me too well. “Fine. He is hot, but that’s not what I hired him. I want to figure out his motives. I want to know if he was forced to apply by his family or if he’s here of his own volition?”

“You could find that out without hiring him,” Carter said. “Admit it. He intrigued you.”

Worth was grinning so wide his cheeks had to hurt.

“All right. Ben does intrigue me. Today was the first time in years I’ve had fun an interview.”

“You interviewed him yourself?” Ford asked.

“How else was I going to figure out if I wanted to hire him as my assistant?”

Worth laughed. “Don’t you have people for that?”

Normally, someone applying for Benjamin’s job would have gone through several preliminary interviews before I spent time with them. I would only meet them if the others thought they were a top candidate. “This is a unique situation.”

“Anybody else want to make a bet on how fast Miles is going to get his dick in this guy?” Worth asked.

“Two days,” Ford said at the same time Carter said he’d give me a week.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep hiring people you’re attracted to,” Ford said.

“I’ve had one scandal. One.”

“That’s only because you haven’t been caught with anyone else.”

“Why would I want to work with people I don’t like.”

“You hate Frank.”

“True, so I need to balance things out.”

Carter rolled his eyes. “You like us, but you don’t want to fuck us.”

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