I grab the bottle of iced tea that is condensating all over the table, twist the cap off, and take a sip, then a few more.
“This is good,” I say, looking at the label. “I’ve never had this brand before.”
“I hear good things about it.”
“Thank you for this opportunity,” I say as I cap my drink. “It means a lot to me.”
“Thank you for your openness and willingness to give this a shot.”
I go back to the papers to finish filling everything out. When I’m done, he takes it and flips through the pages, eyeing everything carefully. His expression doesn’t change, so I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
Did I fill out something wrong? Did I do it all right? What is he thinking?
“Your availability is completely open?” is the first question he asks, darting his eyes to me. “You have no other responsibilities?”
“Nothing that I can’t work around whatever schedule you need me for.”
He nods, then goes back to the papers. When he’s done, he places it into the folder and closes it.
“I thought there was another NDA?”
“That comes later. How do you feel about starting on Monday?”
It’s Thursday. I feel absolutely fine about starting on Monday, the only problem with that is I may not get paid until the following week, and we won’t have enough money for Chrissy’s meds. That leaves her for a while without them. But I’ll have to figure that out…
“Monday is good.”
“Considering I am here most of the day during the week, your schedule will be in the evenings during the week and the morning and afternoon on the weekends. Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
“I can give you Sundays and Fridays off, this way you don’t have to worry about getting home late and waking up early in the morning on Saturday, and I’m usually exhausted by Friday anyway. Plus, it’ll give you the day to shop or pay bills. Whatever you need to do with your check.”
“That sounds great.”
“I will need your bank account information for—”
“I don’t have a bank account.”
He eyes me carefully.
“Any particular reason why?”
My face heats. “I’ve never had enough money for it to stay open.”
He nods as if he understands, though I know he doesn’t. There is no way he understands the way I struggle.
“I will remedy that.” He types something into his phone again. “As for clothing. I will get the uniform required, but I would like you to show up dressed nicely. Think business casual. You can change into the uniform when you get to my place.”
“Uh, sure. I can totally do that, but it will have to wait until after I get my first payment…”
He nods, typing something into his phone again. “I will also take care of that.” He sounds distracted, then gets up from his seat. “I’m sorry to rush out, but apparently there is another fire that only I can put out. I will walk you out, and Oliver will have everything you need. Call me if you have any questions. Texting is fine too.”
“Oh, okay. Sure.”
I grab my drink and get up to follow him out of the room and down the hall. He’s walking fast, and I take the opportunity to check him out. What? I’m only human!
His legs are thick and his ass isnice.It looks like he focuses on leg day. It’s hard to tell what’s going on with his upperhalf beneath the layers, but I’m sure his whole body is hot as hell. He’s a man who cares about his looks. He probably drinks protein shakes for breakfast and has salads for lunch.