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knees just turned to butter. Oh why did he have to be so darn

handsome?

―Would you have recognized one of my other employees?

I have over fifteen thousand.‖ He smiled wryly.

She rolled her eyes, ―Fine. Point taken.‖ She protested

because she was afraid of making a fool out of herself on the ride

to Luke‘s apartment. His closeness always turned her into a

bumbling fool. Silently she prayed from strength to resist his

affect on her knowing that it was pointless.

He looked back at David who was still standing where

she‘d left him and his expression darkened, ―who‘s your friend?‖

―Nobody now, thanks to you.‖ She shot, getting in the car

missing the expression of relief that spread across his face.

After he closed her door, he walked around to the driver‘s

side and took another opportunity to look at the man that was

with Lily. Max knew an eager face when he saw one, and it was

written all over that one. He didn‘t mind eager, but he didn‘t like

people he cared about being used. Lily didn‘t know it, but Max

knew all about this David. Then he actually handled her. He

wanted to rip his arm off for touching Lily. His Lily. He pursed

his lips and got in, started the engine and turned to her masking

his ire, ―Any stops?‖

―No. Just take me home okay. I‘m exhausted.‖ She was

trying not to look at him and instead focused her gaze on

something outside, but she could still feel the heat from his

scrutiny.

―Why so glum?‖

Finally she turned to look at him, ―Because every time

you show up, I lose a date.‖ He gave her a puzzled expression, ―I

mean, I liked that guy.‖ She tossed a thumb in the direction of

David who was still gaping, ‖and when he saw you, he fell all to

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pieces wanting to get to know you. For once I would just like a

guy to like me for me.‖

―Then quit picking stupid ones.‖ He said dryly

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him in disbelief.

David was in the top ten percentile of their class and far from

stupid, but his next words clarified what he meant.

He gave her an amused lopsided smirk, ―Really honey, if

they can‘t see you for what you are, then it‘s their loss.‖

Always the charmer, ―I‘m not one of your women Max,

quit trying to flatter me.‖

―One of my…‖ he burst into laughter and shifted the car

into gear, pulling away from the curb, while she started fuming.

―No you definitely aren‘t.‖ he continued to laugh.

Even his laugh was downright sexy. Letting out another

frustrated sigh she concentrated on the scenery preparing for the

long two hour ride back home. She felt almost as if he was

laughing directly at her. She always found herself being a tongue

tied fumbling fool around him. Moments ago that sloppy smile

near had her heart galloping out of her chest. Secretly she

wished that he had some sort of attraction for her, but she knew

better. He liked high society women, beautiful women,

experienced women who could satisfy him in— oh gosh stop it,

she scolded herself. Why did she always think of him in such a

manner? How come she couldn‘t get him out of her mind?

Thankfully his voice interrupted the silence.

―Did Luke tell you what kind of job you‘d be doing for

me?‖

She swung her head around to face him, ―No.‖ She

assumed filing, mail delivery or something along those lines.

He flicked her a glance before returning his attention to

the road, ―You are working on a business administrative degree,

are you not?‖

―I am…why?‖

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―Knowing you Lily, you‘d think I‘d have you deliver coffee

to my employees or do a muffin run.‖ He glanced at her again

seeing the rising color in her cheeks, ―Not appropriate for an

intern in that respect. You are my best friend‘s sister. I have

something better in mind.‖

―Don‘t do me any favours.‖ She returned with more

sarcasm than she meant causing one of his brows to rise.

―I‘m not.‖ He answered while studying her expression.

Actually he was, but it was more for his benefit.

―Oh.‖ She added feeling foolish, and then crushed.

―I intend on giving you every opportunity to understand

what it would be like to work for someone such as myself. I‘m

hiring you as my Personal Assistant and once you spend a week

with me you won‘t think I was doing you a favour.‖

―You can‘t be that bad.‖ she mused.

Smiling he glanced sideways at her, ―I assure you I‘m not

an easy man to work for. I keep long hours, work weekends and I

expect you to accompany me on my many trips abroad this

summer. If you can work for me you can work for anyone. I‘ve