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I shrug. “I’m considering it.”
“If you’ll excuse me,” my dad says, and he bolts, leaving me alone with Erin.
She chuckles. “Talk to me about your experience.”
“Is this an interview?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her.
She lifts both shoulders innocently as she holds up her hands. “Just a director chatting with a coach’s daughter.”
I smile. “I’ve been working for one of the top event coordination firms in San Diego since I graduated from college with a degree in business management and a minor in marketing. We mainly specialize in weddings, parties, and that type of thing, but we’ve planned several charity functions as well. I hold the title of junior event planner with aspirations to learn from the best and someday launch my own firm.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Three years.”
She nods as she jots something down on a piece of paper in front of her. “You mentioned you want to learn from the best. Have you? Do you feel you’re ready to level up from a junior planner?”
“Yes, I do. I feel a little stagnant where I am, to be honest. I’m ready for a new challenge.”
“Have you considered consulting work?” she asks.
I nod. “I have, and if I were to leave San Diego, that’s likely how I’d start. I’ve done a lot of research on starting my own company, and I think I’m in a great position to start slow and build.”
“You’re hired.”
I laugh. “I thought this wasn’t an interview.”
“It wasn’t. I was going to offer you the job either way, but I had to at least pretend like I was interviewing you. I’ve looked into your background, and it’s impressive, Desiree. I would love the opportunity to work with you, and as you know, my first order of business would be handing over the Wild Aces Charity Ball. We already have the venue booked for the next three years, and much of the planning is already done, but given the size of the event, I just can’t take it on for a third year. The auction items alone took up way too much of my team’s time, let alone the raffles and everything else.”
“Your team?” I ask.
“Well, it was really just Lily and me. Lily is Jack Dalton’s assistant. We had help from Megan, Coach Nash’s assistant, too, and of course Ellie and her crew, but they all have other responsibilities. I spoke with Jack, and he wants to build our charity division. He told me I can hire a new assistant as well as an event planner, and he’s also dedicating a much larger budget to the ball next year because of its success, so more than likely you’ll have enough to hire your own team.”
Hire my own team? I don’t even know anybody out here, which would sort of negate the whole idea of staying in San Diego and working remotely.
“It’s a lot to think about,” I admit. “Can I have a few days and get back to you?”
“Of course,” she says, and she smiles warmly. “And just so you know, it wouldn’t only be the charity ball. I also have the foundation events that our boys hold, things like that. It’s a great opportunity to build your portfolio in Vegas, but I fully understand if you decide to pass on it. We’ll have lines out the door for applicants if you decide not to take it, and I do need to get the position filled as soon as possible, so if you could let me know by Thursday, that would be great.”
“Thanks, Erin,” I say, and I stand to leave. “It was so lovely to meet you.”
“And you. Whatever you decide, we’re excited to have your family as part of this organization.”
She smiles warmly, and I realize she’s catering this position to me. She said Jack approved her hiring an event planner, and she’s offering it to me as a consulting position. I wouldn’t be employed by the Aces, but by myself, which is what I’ve dreamed of.
It’s tempting, but I have to decide if leaving San Diego is right for me.
And now that my dad has ditched me to get back to work, it’s time to wander around these hallways until I bump into Asher again.
Chapter 26: Asher Nash
One More Night
I take a shower after my workout, toss on a Vegas Aces tee that isn’t really my style, and I decide to head up to my brother’s office to see if he wants to grab lunch. And it’s as I’m walking down the hallway that takes a turn toward the coaching offices that I spot her on the other end of the hall walking toward me.
Wavy red hair falling to the middle of her back, that fucking Graham jersey, and a skirt that makes her legs look two miles long.
Fuck.
