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God, the way this man talks, so crass, so bold. It only makes me want more.
He stands up, taking a step closer to me while I stare up at him.
“So, you’re ready to behave and stop being obstinate?”
“Yes.”
“You know that means you have to obey me, right?” He reaches his hand out, brushing my hair behind my ear, his finger sliding along my jaw. “No matter what I say, you’ll do it. Understand me?”
“I’m going to try my hardest, but I’m still going to do my job the best way I see fit, even if you don’t like it.”
He laughs, stepping back and sliding his hand into his pocket. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, Miss James.”
“I should head to the office.”
“Of course.” He steps behind me as I walk to the door, his hand resting gently on my hip again.
I look over my shoulder when he stays behind, expecting him to walk out with me.
“I, uh, I need a moment.” He laughs as we both look down at his crotch.
“Have a good afternoon, sir. I’ll see you at the interview tomorrow.”
I’m practically bouncing on the balls of my feet as I walk down the long hallway and make my way outside. I opt for a taxi instead of the train to get over to my office. My body feels like it’s still vibrating from my interaction with Cyrus as I approach the revolving door.
“Miss James.”
I stop, my hand outstretched. I look to my left as Peter Frisk approaches me.
“Miss James, apologies for ambushing you. Peter Frisk,” he says, reintroducing himself.
“Yes, yes, I remember you, Mr. Frisk, from the gala. What can I do for you?” I can’t hide the confusion on my face. He’s wearing a black fedora over his thinning gray hair, his short body almost engulfed in a long black coat. With his pinstripe suit pants and beady eyes, this man could be a Batman villain.
“I just wanted a moment of your time.”
“Did you want to come up to my office?”
“No.” He shakes his head as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small business card. “I’m actually in the market for someone with your services.” He nods toward the building. “Just wanted to give you my card.” He stretches out his arm, the card dangling between his middle and forefinger.
“Oh.” I take the card, looking at it for a second.
“No need for an answer, but if you get a few moments, give me a call so we can discuss.”
“Well, I’m not really freelance, and I don’t get to hire my own clients, so you’d have to discuss all this with Lisa.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Apologies. I think I’ve confused you. I don’t mean hire you through this firm. I mean hire you to come work for me—exclusively. Triple whatever you’re making here.” He eyes me for a moment. “Think about it,” he says before turning and walking back toward the street where a car is waiting for him.
Chapter 13
Cyrus
“Thanks again for your time, sir. Honestly, this has been the highlight of my career as one of the editors of The Chicago Booth Review.”
“Thank you.” I smile, shaking Forrest’s eager hand. “I appreciate you taking the time and if you ever need a letter of recommendation for a job, let me know. I’m happy to oblige.”
“Seriously?” His eyes bug out as he smiles from ear to ear. “That’s—I’m speechless.”
“Absolutely.” My phone buzzes and I look down at it to see that it’s my lawyers. “Apologies. I have to take this,” I say, holding it up before stepping away to answer.
