Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(169)

"Fuck!" She looked at her watch. It was 11:12 a.m. She didn't know if she could make it in time.

"What are you doing?" Lenny frowned as she bolted out of her chair, starting for the trailer.

"Gotta go!" She grabbed her backpack from inside the trailer door, ignoring the startled looks on the girls' faces as she slammed it behind her.

"Heidi?" Ty called after her, but she didn't even look back as she headed for the parking lot, walking at first, and then breaking into a run.



Kaiser's office building was downtown, and between traffic and finding parking, it was 11:58 a.m. by the time she burst through the main doors of the skyscraper to ask where she could find his office at the front desk. It wasn't until that moment, with the security guard staring at her bare legs, that she realized she was still dressed for the beach in shorts and a t-shirt.

"What floor?" the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Heidi slipped onto the elevator.

"Forty-eight," she gasped, still out of breath.

The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her and, as the doors closed behind her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk.

She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and looked around. To her left was a closed door, and to her right was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch.

"Five minutes late." He frowned. "Come in. Take a seat." Her belly did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as she sat in one of the leather wing-backed chairs facing his desk.

"I'm sorry." She was still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from her. "Lenny didn't give me your note until this morning." Digging into her pocket, she pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him—her invitation to be here. He just leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap.

"Do you know why I asked you here?"

She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking to the leather.

He frowned. "When you answer me, Heidi, I would appreciate either a spoken 'yes' or 'no,' followed by 'Mr. Kaiser' or 'sir.' Do you think you can comply?"

"Oh." She flushed, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir."

"Now, about the reason I asked you here..." His gaze moved over her face, down to her outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. "It is my general impression that you don't enjoy your job."

Heidi opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she meant to say. "Yes... sir. That's true."

He gave a brief nod. "I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at Kaiser." She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a job in design?

"Can you type?" he asked, immediately dashing her hopes.

"Yes, sir." She frowned.

He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. "You may have noticed that I don't have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement. It's been several months now, and I admit, I'm becoming frustrated and I really do need someone."

Heidi took a deep breath, glancing around the office. "I've never been anyone's secretary."#p#分页标题#e#

He shook his head, smiling. "Irrelevant. You have what I need."

"I... do?" She met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn't help remembering the incident in the bathroom.

"I need someone who can follow orders." He leaned back in his chair again and she could see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. "Someone who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You showed me yesterday that you are... quite willing."

Heidi swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Yes, you do." His eyes were smiling. "I compensate very well. You would be my assistant, answering my calls, handling my correspondence and taking care of my professional and personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?"

It wasn't the promise of money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world—it was the way he looked at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him.