Whatever He Asks (Writer for the Billionaire) (5 page)

“
Yes,
I
know
where
you
work.
I'll
expect
your
answer
by
4:45
p.m.
I'll
see
you
then.
”

I
nodded,
tongue
-
tied
again.

He
watched
me
get
into
the
car
and
start
it
up.
When
he
said
something,
I
rolled
down
the
window.
“
Lock
your
doors.
I
don't
like
you
out
this
late
alone.
”

“
You're
not
my
boss
yet,
”
I
said
sharply.

Smiling,
Magnus
Gray
pivoted
on
one
heel
and
strode
off
into
the
night.

*
*
*
*

I
barely
slept
that
night,
though
I
knew
what
my
answer
would
be
as
soon
as
I'd
heard
he
wanted
me
for
my
writing.

And
for
what
else?

I
just
knew
there
was
more
to
it
than
that.
I'd
ask
to
see
the
contract
when
he
came
by
my
office.
If
it
looked
kosher,
I'd
quit
my
job
at
the
bar
and
start
my
new
life
as
a
personal
writer
for
Magnus
V.
Gray.

I
pinched
myself
one
more
time
and
drifted
off
to
sleep
just
as
the
sun
was
rising.

*
*
*
*

My
shift
at
Gray
Enterprises
was
the
most
nerve
-
racking
I'd
ever
had.
Twice,
I
almost
spilled
coffee
on
senior
writers
who
asked
me
to
get
them
an
afternoon
cup.

“
Sorry,
”
I
mumbled
to
one
as
I
pulled
down
the
pencil
skirt
I
had
on.
I'd
dressed
in
a
red
silk
shirt
that
showed
a
little
skin,
too.
Not
my
usual
outfit
but
today
wasn't
the
average
day
for
me
the
intern.

“
Get
with
it,
Melinda.
”
She
frowned.

I
scurried
back
to
my
desk,
head
down.
3:30
p.m.
and
no
sign
of
the
mysterious
man
who'd
hired
me.

I
pushed
Magnus
out
of
my
mind
and
worked
on
a
brochure
that
was
due
in
a
few
days.

“
Excuse
me,
Ms.
Louis?
”

I
jumped
at
Magnus
Gray's
voice.
I
noticed
then
that
the
basement
area
where
I
worked
had
gone
quiet.
Heat
rose
in
my
cheeks.

“
Yes.
”
I
plastered
what
I
knew
must
be
an
idiot
grin
on
my
face
and
waited.

“
I'd
like
to
know
your
answer
now.
”
He
smiled,
those
icy
blue
eyes
arresting
my
thoughts.

“
Um,
can
I
see
a
contract?
”
My
voice
shook.
Whispers
surrounded
me.

“
Of
course.
Here
it
is.
Take
your
time
and
look
it
over.
I'll
wait.
”

My
breath
hitched.

He's
really
serious
about
this.
A
CEO
who
makes
millions
a
year
and
is
worth
billions
is
waiting
on
me
to
review
a
contract.

Laughter
bubbled
up
in
my
throat
from
the
edge
of
my
near
hysteria.
I
hadn't
told
anyone
what
was
going
on
with
me
—
not
my
parents
and
not
my
best
friend
Kiki.
She
was
out
of
town
right
now
on
vacation
anyway.
Probably
a
good
thing.
She
was
too
level-headed
to
entertain
what
I
was
thinking
of
doing
right
now.

I
read
through
the
contract.
Everything
looked
kosher.
One
year,
$500,000
a
year.
Then
I
stopped
at
a
clause
about
time
off.

“
What's
the
deal
with
this?
”
I
asked,
jabbing
my
finger
at
the
paper.

“
Oh,
the
job
is...unique.
Vacation
is
worked
into
it.
”
Magnus
leaned
against
my
small
desk,
and
I
caught
a
whiff
of
an
expensive,
very
male
scent.

I
scanned
the
document
to
the
end.
Nothing
else
looked
off.
Besides,
it
was
only
for
a
year.
How
bad
could
it
be,
working
for
the
CEO
of
this
company
as
a
writer?

“
The
answer
is
yes.
”
I
put
the
paper
on
my
desk,
looking
up
at
him.

The
girl
in
the
cubicle
next
to
me
poked
her
head
above
the
wall.

“
Then
please
sign
and
I'll
do
likewise.
And
your
job
begins.
”

I
did
so,
my
hand
shaky.

Magnus
took
the
paper
from
me
and
signed
with
a
flourish,
his
gaze
never
leaving
my
face.
The
uneasiness
I
felt
that
the
job
might
have
more
to
it
than
writing
returned.

And
what
if
it
does?
The
man's
a
god.