I had never been called kitten before, but it definitely made something awaken deep inside of me. I smirked and waved the little packet in his face. I knew I wanted this, even if it was just for the night...
April Harding just graduated from Busines...
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I stared blankly at Ashton.
"I'm sorry, what interview are we talking about here?"
"The one where you apply to work for me, April." He mused, leaning back in his chair and smiling at me smugly.
"Ashton... You don't have to do this because you pity me... I could be a terrible worker. I could be untrustworthy, late all the time... You know nothing about me or my work ethics."
"Call it a hunch, then. I have a good eye for these things. I have been doing this most of my life, you know that, right?"
"What sort of position is it for?"
"I need a new secretary for the front of desk at our main building. I can't say it's the most exciting role, but you will be greeting all of our potential shareholders and guests, making important calls, arranging some of my meetings and such... I mean, I'll go over some finer details in the interview, but I think it's a great place to start."
"I... I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll come to the interview. Check out Stone Edge, see if you're well suited to my line of work."
"Do you always offer your conquests jobs at your line of work, hm?"
I raised an eyebrow as Ashton let out an uncharacteristic snort.
"No, god no. I think that would be hell on earth, wouldn't you agree?"
Before I could make any other witty retort, he grabbed my hand and brushed over my knuckle with his thumb. His touch was soft, yet the sheer size of his hands and fingers and the thick, prominent vein that ran from his knuckle to his wrist had me squirming in his seat. Did all men have such beautiful hands? I had never noticed before this moment...
"Also, I don't pity you, April. I can tell how much you want to work. I know that fire burns deep inside of you, doesn't it? Like I said, I have an eye for these sort of things..."
"I'll think about it."
"Please. I really want to show you what I do..." He uttered, his voice tinted with just the slightest thread of need.
I pondered his words for a moment, when a vision of bouncing curls distracted me. Grace had arrived back at our table in record time with two plates of steaming hot pancakes. My stomach rumbled and my mouth watered... Holy hell, does this look positively sinful.
"Thank you, Grace." He said, never averting his eyes from mine.
Grace nodded and said something sweetly about grabbing our drinks before walking off. I took a deep inhale, my hands itching to grab whatever form of cutlery was near so I could dive into the stack of goodies.
"What time do you want me to be there? Dress code? Do I need to bring anything?"
