The Billionaire's Librarian Harem

Chapter 2: Introductions

REBECCA

Any composure I may have had coming into this interview has evaporated.

This cannot be happening.

There are sirens blaring in my head, practically screaming at me to go through the door I came from and never turn back.

"Rebecca?"

Smoothie Jerk repeats my name. His arm is still outstretched, and I slowly lift my own up to shake his hand.

Do I really need this job, anyway? I'm happy with my contract position at the public library even though it's temporary, right? Maybe I should just say I'm not feeling well and head out.

"Everything all right?" he asks, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The nerve of this guy!

I do my best to nod, still frozen by the situation.

"You're...William Montgomery?" I ask hesitantly. "I thought he was." I glance pointedly at the picture of the old man I believed would be my future employer.

"Well, you'd be correct about both. I'm William Jace Montgomery III, but you can call me Jace." He flashes me the sexy smile he'd given me earlier during our run-in. "That's my grandfather, William Montgomery, the first."

"I see." I tuck one of my red ringlets behind my ear, eyes evading contact with Jace's as I look down. Straightening my posture, I try to pull myself together—but once I lift my head, I'm met with another surprise.

Jace is taking his shirt off.

I watch him work at the buttons, remembering briefly how he'd done the same to me after he told me to lose my blazer. My cheeks grow warm.

"I apologize for the slight delay in our schedule," he says, his long fingers still making their way down his wide chest. "I had a little...coffee accident this morning and need a fresh shirt." There's a hint of amusement in his voice, and shame hits me like a truck.

"A-actually, I should be the one apologizing," I sputter, trying not to stare at him. "I don't know what came over me earlier. If you still want to send that dry-cleaning bill my way, I can—"

Before I can finish, Jace rids himself of his shirt and my jaw drops momentarily, words escaping my brain.

The sunlight peeking through the windows bounces off his bare abs, a chiseled six pack shaped by what can only be constant gym visits. His arms are more muscular than I'd assumed they were under his clothes—veins on his forearms and biceps to die for.

My eyes travel down to his waist and his V-line, and something inside me stirs. My hand twitches as I think about what it would be like to trace lines down his hard abdomen.

His skin looks so smooth.

I internally pinch myself. Becks, for the love of God—snap out of it, now! I've never actually seen a man's body look like this in person; the fact that I'm experiencing it for myself in a private setting only makes the heat in my face increase.

It's obvious that Jace is enjoying how he's caught me off guard when he replies, "I should send the bill to Frumps 'R' Us, right? I'll make sure to ask my assistant for the address later."

Mortified that he caught me gawking, I clench my jaw, unable to respond to his silly quip.

He opens a closet near his desk, revealing a variety of hanging dress shirts and suits before picking out a replacement—another white top, bringing out the bright blue of his eyes and complementing the darkness of his hair.

I wonder if he's modeled before—rich kids like him usually do things like that for fun. He'd fit perfectly between the pages of a fashion magazine, or one of those ad campaigns for a highly renowned brand name.