Chapter 13

“I don’t want to date Daniel Hunter.” I smile tightly, suddenly warm and a little claustrophobic but also
deadly serious. Daniel is a creep.

Why does he have this knack of tilting me off keel? I don’t like it.

“He’s bad news with women.” He frowns at me, watching me closely and I have to look away for a
second to stop the rise of heat running up inside of me and showing on my face.

“Bit like you then?” I smirk and catch the full width of that jaw-dropping smile from the corner of my eye.
It’s unexpected and makes me smile too.

“I’m not bad news for women … I know how to treat them, whereas Daniel does not. He’s a typical
playboy, he doesn’t care whose feelings he hurts.”

Irony.

He slips an arm around me, pulling me in against him, shielding me as we leave the elevator amid
more flashes and clicks. This time I anticipate it and am more relaxed about the contact. I keep my
eyes on the floor and try not to react to him, which is hard, considering he has me pressed very
securely to that muscular frame and it’s not exactly unpleasant. He feels solid.

Outside I look up, blinking harshly as the sun glares cruelly at us and I lift my hand to shield my eyes.
He slides his shades from his head onto my face in such a fluid movement that I’m taken by surprise
and don’t react. He registers nothing on his face, just guides me to our car as it pulls up and he
deposits me in the back before following me in. I suddenly get a little inkling of how the women he
dates must feel; he’s attentive and in control, with great manners. He’s a gentleman. Pretty surprising
for a guy who loves himself.

Very smooth, Carrero, unexpectedly smooth.



I hand them back in the dark confines of the car and he pushes them back on top of his head with a
smile. A nothing but thanks kind of soft grin.

“Back to the office?” I enquire, clutching my briefcase to offload my notepad. Glad to be back in here
and back to normal territory.

“Not yet. I’ve some things to do and I figure we could use the bonding time. Margo agreed we should
get better acquainted.” He looks out the window as we move off, watching the photographers fall back
with disinterest. Tinted windows concealing us fully.

“Why? I’m only your PA.” I’m surprised and too quick verbally to curb my stupid question. I know I
should never quiz the boss.

“And that job entails a lot more than typing, Emma. I know you’re used to working for the execs on the
lower floors, but I’ve certain tasks that my staff undertake. It’s why I took you on a recommendation and
didn’t just dip into the temp pool.” He studies my face seriously.

“Tasks? Beyond those of a PA?” I ask carefully. Being obtuse and cursing myself for it.

“You’ll accompany me on business trips, dinners and such. Sometimes I prefer my PA to an actual
date. Less hassle. Your being unmarried and having no kids are part of the reason Margo singled you
out from the list. She recognizes that you’re career oriented and like to go above and beyond for your
position.”

Above and beyond? What the hell does that mean?

“List?” I query instead, trying to not mull over the fact he sometimes replaces dates with his PA. Trying
not to read anything into what he just said.

“There were more than thirty employees recommended for your role.”



“I’m not surprised. I guess this was a job worthy of fighting over.” I blanche realizing just how lucky I
was to get picked.

Of course, there would have been a list; every woman this side of Manhattan would want to work for
Jake Carrero. Work with him closely, very closely indeed.

“You’ll soon get sick of the flights and hotels, Emma. I practically live out of a suitcase.” He sighs and
once again finds that something with the toe of his boot at the door to start pushing. It’s oddly juvenile.

“I will?” The thought is a little exciting; I long to travel, long to experience things beyond New York. I’ve
been waiting on it.

“Margo has a husband and family; she can’t be my chaperone anytime I need her. She’s missed out on
so much of her kids’ lives.” He looks genuinely guilty about this. “Now her husband is retiring, and I
think she feels it’s time to rekindle her marriage. So, she took the opportunity to find a more suitable
assistant. Natalia has already decided that on her return, she won’t return to my office. She wants to
offload some of her responsibilities and concentrate on family.” He throws me another disarming smile.
“Not everyone can handle the intensity of this job, Emma … Or the hours, and once you’re ready to
move up to Margo’s position, we’ll find someone else to work under you.” He stops with the fidgeting
and rests his focus on me once more.

“I hope I don’t disappoint. I aim to work my butt off,” I say, honestly, starting to relax in his presence and
somehow seeing a new side to him after this little encounter. Time alone has made me a little less
intimidated by him. He’s human after all.

“Over the last couple of days, I’ve been observing you; trying to find out if we’re compatible enough to
have the same kind of working relationship that I have with Margo.”

“And?” I’m surprised by this.



“You’re still my PA, aren’t you?” He smiles warmly, that devastating natural smile of his that has the
ability to curl toes and leave you fanning yourself.

“Early days, Mr. Carrero.” I smile back, a little bit of my relaxed humor seeping into my tone, feeding
from his casual atmosphere for once.

“Reading people is a gift of mine. I recognize ability. I think once you relax and thaw a little, we’ll get on
fine. Your skills are on point, you follow instruction and you take initiative.”

I’m stunned. I don’t know why his praise shocks me. I know how hard I work; I know how good I am. I
guess I’m shocked that he even noticed and verbalized it. He seems too relaxed to sharply watch
people. I guess it’s another of his hidden skills; a silent observer who is very good at hiding it.

“Margo aims to hand over to you eventually … I want to make the transition smooth, so she has no
reason to backtrack. Margo deserves her retirement.” I pick up on the affection in his face. I don’t think
I’ve ever seen that kind of connection between co-workers that wasn’t sex based. It’s sweet, I guess.

“I’m sure I won’t disappoint her,” I shrug quietly, eyes on him and a soft smile crosses my lips. A
genuine one.

“You need to learn to relax around me.”

“If you’re implying I adopt your casual posture and manner, then I don’t think the transition will go as
smoothly as you want.” with an edge of seriousness in my tone, I want him to understand that I’ll never
be as lax as Margo in our work relationship.

He just grins at me, all white straight teeth, and chiseled handsomeness. Self-assured and smug.

Annoyingly so.


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