The Millionaire Wants Me

Chapter 2- The Proposal

Katherine

Damien crossed his arms, his gaze assessing and speculative.

"Actually I would like to discuss something with you. A proposal." Damien coughed, then took out what looked like a cigar from his pocket.

I wonder what else he has in his pocket. Get your mind out of the gutter, Kathy! I chided myself inwardly.

I realized he was waiting for me to respond, so I asked, "A proposal of what kind?"

"A business proposal. I was looking for a personal assistant now that my current one is... disposed of, let's put it that way." Damien said carelessly, smirking a little as if he was recalling something amusing. I don't know how getting retrenched could be so amusing to him. What in the baboons was his problem?

"Okay...boss," I drawled out the last word slowly in a slightly haughty tone, "but what has that got to do with me, may I ask?" I finished, thoroughly mystified. I knew he was powerful and rich, and this is definitely not the only club he owns.

God knows how many clubs or private property I had set foot in without any knowledge that it was just one of his collections. I shivered and pulled my dress tighter to me.

Why did he look for me? I'm just an ordinary student from Harvard. That being said, anyone could do the job. They did not need to look for me specifically. Could there be another reason? I was still in my thoughts when his clear authoritative voice interrupted them.

"I like how that sounds. Please call me boss from now on." Damien said straight-faced, his eyes drilling into mine. Oh no. I didn't mean for him to take it so literally. It's alright, two can play at this game.

I licked my lips but oh my. His eyes were mesmerising. A clear crystal blue, like the ocean at sunrise. It's been a long time since I've been on a vacation, I thought idly. I wondered if he has ever been on a vacation.

Oh no, Kathy! Stay focused. Don't be distracted by this handsom- no, dangerous guy.

"From now on...? But we are only meeting once, aren't we? And you haven't explained why I'm here yet." I asked, stating the obvious but then how was I to know what I'm doing here.

"Ms Trent, haven't I already mentioned, that I'm looking for a personal assistant. From my research and intelligence given by different sources, I have deemed you to be a suitable replacement." Damien's sparkling blue eyes glittered, challenging me to refute him.

"Replacement? I don't like the sound of that." I frowned. This was too fast and I needed time to think about it.

"Don't worry. Given your credentials, I'm sure you'll surpass the expectations." He smiled, giving nothing away.

Oh no. What if he had such high expectations? Well, I won't be surprised. He seemed like a control freak to me, but I was impressed by his brilliance in management.

"But I don't have any say in this? Don't you have to ask me politely before assuming that I'll join?" I pursed my lips in disapproval. Seeing his silence as consent for me to speak, I carried on, still holding my wine glass in my hand.

"I'm still a student after all and I don't think I'm suitable for this job and I'm sure you can find someone better-" I started, not sure how to respond.

I wished I had worn something better than this dark grey dress I bought a few years back. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The drinks on the table were still left untouched.

Yes, no doubt this job would boost my resume by a lot but my studies are still the priority in this. I can't afford to get kicked out of Harvard due to bad grades. Besides, I'm not sure if I can focus with him as my boss. He was too mesmerizing and beneath those eyes, I knew it held secrets.