Whatever He Asks (Writer for the Billionaire) (4 page)

“
Sure
there
is.
I
have
need
of
your
services,
of
your
freshness.
I've
seen
your
writing,
and
you're
obviously
a
woman
of
many
talents.
I
want
you
to
work
for
me
personally
—
no
more
time
in
a
basement
room.
”
His
gaze
raked
my
uniform.

My
writing
and
where
I
work?
How
would
he
know
about
that?

I
gulped.
Something
very
strange
was
going
on.
Was
he
a
stalker
or
a
psycho
who'd
been
following
me
around
the
city?

“
You
can
think
about
it.
I'll
be
back
tomorrow
evening
to
get
your
answer.
”
He
stood.

“
What?
One
day
to
consider
it?
”
My
voice
was
a
squeak.

“
Yes,
that's
plenty
of
time.
I
promise
you,
I'm
trustworthy.
Here's
my
card,
Linda.
”
Magnus
handed
me
a
slick
business
card
and
I
read
it,
the
words
hardly
registering,
though
the
cover
scheme
and
logo
was
one
I'd
have
known
in
my
sleep:

Magnus
V.
Gray

CEO

Gray
Enterprises

The
rest
went
blurry.
No
wonder
he'd
looked
familiar.
I'd
seen
him
on
company
brochures
I'd
worked
on.
He
was
a
legend
among
women
and
worth
billions.
The
company
had
been
in
the
Burgh
since
the
late
1800s
and
was
one
of
the
city's
most
successful
enterprises,
and
I'd
been
damned
proud
even
to
intern
there.
It
had
begun
in
railroads
and
coal
and
moved
into
the
financial
sector
in
the
twentieth
century.

“
Thanks.
I'll
think
about
it,
Mr.
Gray.
”
My
voice
shook.

How
does
he
know
about
me?
Is
it
really
from
the
work
I've
done
at
the
company?

The
thought
boggled
the
mind.

“
Call
me
Magnus.
Please.
Other
questions
for
me?
Let
me
walk
you
out.
”
He
stood
and
I
did
as
well.

I
took
my
time
locking
up
and
doing
last
-
minute
things,
hoping
my
breathing
would
slow
down.
I
felt
like
I
might
go
into
a
panic
attack.

Finally,
I
walked
over
to
where
Magnus
Gray
stood
at
the
door.

He
opened
it
for
me,
and
I
locked
it,
joining
him
outside
in
the
perfect
May
evening.

“
One
more
question.
What
will
my
hours
be
like?
”
I
started
walking
toward
my
car,
which
I'd
parked
along
a
nearby
city
street.

Magnus
chuckled
softly.
The
sound
didn't
exactly
instill
confidence.
“
They'll
be...flexible.
There
will
be
times
you'll
work
harder
than
others.
Some
days
you'll
hardly
work
at
all.
”

I
stared
at
him,
trying
to
decipher
what
his
words
meant.

Will
I
be
his
personal
call
girl?

“
Umkay.
So,
what
is
the
job
description
then?
”
I
felt
like
a
total
idiot
asking,
but
I
had
more
questions
than
answers
now.

Magnus
stopped
when
I
did,
beside
my
beat
-
up
car.
“
To
wait
on
me
and
do
what
I
ask.
Nothing
more,
nothing
less.
”

I
shivered
at
how
close
he
was
to
me.
I
was
pressed
against
the
car,
somehow.
I
don't
know
how
I
got
into
that
position.
Magnus
lifted
a
hand
to
my
face
and
traced
my
jawline
with
a
warm
finger.
I
gaped,
doing
nothing
to
stop
him.

“
Well,
then.
That's
as
clear
as
mud.
”
I
gulped
for
air.

He
smiled.
“
Think
it
over.
Your
life
will
change,
and
you're
the
woman
I
want.
I'm
tired
of
the
rest
who
do
sloppy
jobs
on
the
assignments
I
give
them.
”
Magnus
sighed,
a
pained
look
flitting
across
his
face.
“
And
of
course,
if
you
do
well,
the
contract
can
be
for
multiple
years.
”