I stare at his handsome face. If he were an ugly old man, they probably wouldn't even know his name. But because he is young and beautifully masculine, he is a target. "I'm…." I shrug, "I'm sorry."
His eyes narrow. His brows form a sharp line with his fierce frown. His reaction takes my breath away. He would be a formidable foe if he chooses to be. He slides to the edge of his chair. "Don't quit yet, Samaera. It takes time to adjust to having them around, but it's necessary."
"Oh," I smile at him, "I'm not quitting. I'm trying to decide if you think I should feel sorry for you for having to deal with a mob of horny women wanting to get in your pants. It must be awful!" I roll my eyes.
He sits back, uncertain of how he should respond.
"Bastian, I'm joking. I'm sure it really is awful to be targeted like that."
Still uncertain, he chooses to stick to his justification. "For the time being, there will be a round-the-clock security detail at your apartment."
"What? What do you mean for the time being?"
He smiles, "You're moving to my estate."
"WHAT?" I stand and look around his office for the first time. His walls are covered with pictures of famous authors and bestselling books. But there are also movie executives and Hollywood stars. I look back at him and state, "I have some homework to do on who Sebastian King is."
He smirks, "Don't believe any of it. If you have any questions about who I am, ask me."
"What exactly is my superlative salary?"
"Twenty-thousand dollars, plus benefits."
"A year?" I squeak.
He laughs, "No, a month."
"Oh," I blink, doing the math. That's $240,000! Being a P.A. to a billionaire is not the same as being Ramona's P.A. "And the substantial signing bonus if I make it past the probationary period?"
"Double that."
$480,000? I'll earn $720,000! I stare dumbfounded at his smirking face.
Then I fold my arms under my boobs and cock my eyebrow. "What's the catch?"
"The catch?" He frowns, surprised at the question.
"Yes, you aren't paying that much money to handle your social calendar or deal with a rogue staff member."
He laughs, then looks away, thinking, and I regret asking. "The catch is you will live under my roof in my house. You will make yourself available to me twenty-four-seven. You'll attend all my social functions as my date. You'll…"
"I won't be your whore," I state, moving my hands to my hips, keeping my eyebrow cocked.
"You won't be." He grins, but pure lust looks back, and we both know it's a real possibility!
Needing air not filled with his pheromones and space to process what the hell I've gotten myself into, I walk out of his office.
11
Sebastian
"Is our meeting over?"I question Samaera's retreat, smirking. She's overwhelmed with the realization she's committed to me on a level far above what an executive's personal assistant would be. Billionaires live in a different world.
At the door, she reaches for the handle, locks it, then says as she pulls it closed behind her. "For now. I expect Janet will be arriving at any moment to size me up."
The click of the lock as the door sets in the latch brings me to my feet. Goddamn! This woman! I pace around my desk, expelling the urge to … you know … revisit the ride of my life. A warning sign flashes in my brain.LAWSUIT WARNING. TREAD CAREFULLY.
Subdued, I open my laptop and tap the app that hosts our security cameras. I click Samaera's office and find her relocating her desk. She drags it to the very center of the room and then realigns the various artificial plants to effectively block access to my office.
