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just so you can get into my pants, it’s not going to happen.”
    “What makes you think I want into your pants?” he asks.
    “Please,” I scoff, recrossing my legs.
    “You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
    “No, I just know men. When you work around them as much I do you get a sense for what guys really want.”
    “Is that so?”
    I nod. “Sure.”
    “Maybe I’m different.”
    That coaxes a laugh from me. “Oh really? Tell me, when you saw me working, what was going through your mind?”
    He eyes divert from mine as he looks at his desk. A true tell if I’ve ever seen one. The question is, does he answer me truthfully, or does he try and spin some lie and tell me he wasn’t thinking what he was really thinking.
    For a moment I gather he’s not going to say anything. Maybe I’ve crossed the line of tolerance, and instead of continuing to offer me a job, he’s going to give me that boot I expected ten minutes ago. Maybe he’s—
    “I was thinking how much I’d like to fuck your tits,” he says.
    “Ah-ha!” I shout, pointing at him. “I knew it!” I’m trying to sound playful, perhaps even a little annoyed that he thinks just like every other man I’ve ever met, but it’s a distraction. I’m trying to distract him from the fact that his words didn’t have an effect on me, when in reality hearing them come out of his mouth shot a current of excitement between my legs.
    “But,” he adds, “that doesn’t mean I want to actually do that, Raven. It’s a fantasy. You do have nice breasts.”
    “Uh-huh, and how about your last assistant? Did you fuck her?”
    “April? Repeatedly,” he says, “but only because she wanted me to. I didn’t make April do anything she didn’t want to do.”
    “Well, that’s reassuring. I’m sure she was just an innocent in it all, right? Like you didn’t charm your way into her pants. She just threw herself onto your cock and you were all like, oh no, what should I do? ”
    He shakes his head. “You don’t understand. Women like her, all they see is money.”
    “And I don’t?”
    “Obviously not. I think you’ve made that fact abundantly clear.”
    He’s right. I don’t just see his money. I see his face, his body, his power, but beneath all that, I see something else. Maybe a man who’s been conflicted his whole life. Someone who wishes to be taken one way and is taken another. I can’t put my finger on it, but something tells me this is the most honest conversation he’s had with anyone in a decade. Maybe longer.
    “So how about it? Do you want the job or not? There’s a learning curve, but I’m sure someone like you can handle it.”
    “Someone like me?”
    “Hardheaded, determined, full of spunk.”
    I’d like to be full of your spunk.
    I blink that last thought away, hating and loving how he’s making me feel all in one go. With a job that pays this well, I won’t have to bother looking for a new apartment. Tito can be on his way and I can rest comfortably in the little brownstone all by myself and not have to worry about where next month’s rent is going to come from, or how the bills are going to get paid.
    I know I said I didn’t care about his money, but $75,000 a year is nothing to scoff at, no matter where it’s coming from. And it’s not like he’s just giving it to me. I’d be working for it. Probably long hours, and stress-filled days, too.
    “As long as you know I’m not going to fuck you, then it’s a deal. I’ll take the job.”
    A sly grin crosses Grant’s lips, sending yet another shiver down my spine. His head nods yes, but his eyes tell me that he’s going to try whatever it takes to get me bent over that desk of his. This might actually turn out to be a lot more fun than I realized. I’ve teased men before, but teasing one of the richest men in the country?
    That’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept.
    “Okay. I’ll have the paperwork done up and you can sign it when you come in to start on