on way more responsibility than he needed to, so I’d been doing my best to be a good guest.
It wasn’t easy being unobtrusive when there was a gaggle of medical professionals visiting me every single day, but I tried not to bother him while he was working in his home office.
Oh, we’d definitely argued about me coming here in the first place. I had a key to Harlow’s place, and I would have been fine there, but I was forced to admit that he’d had a point about my ability to get around on my own back then.
And somewhere, deep down inside, I really hadn’t wanted to be alone. Since being by myself was rarely an issue for me, I’d been surprised enough by that unfamiliar urge to have somebody with me that I’d made an agreement with Hudson.
I just hadn’t planned on him arranging every single thing I needed while I was his guest, or having him wait on me so damn much.
As of yet, he hadn’t taken me up on his promise to let me do some things for him in return, but I planned on making sure that he did.
I could probably never be as in-tune with what he needed as he seemed to be with me, but he wasn’t an easy man to know. Even though he’d let me see more of him, he was still basically an enigma.
Incredibly, Hudson Montgomery could actually cook, and didn’t seem to mind doing it.
I definitely hadn’t expected that.
Didn’t most billionaires have a chef?
Not that I minded since there was something incredibly sexy about a man who knew his way around a kitchen, and managed to make meal prep look easy.
However, now that I was on my feet, I was starting to feel guilty—especially since watching him had become one of my favorite activities. I was starting to feel like a sex-starved voyeur with a fetish for men who cooked, but I couldn’t make myself stop watching him.
Even after spending some time with him, Hudson still fascinated me.
Really, it was probably time I started thinking about what I was going to do now that I was feeling better physically. The bruises had faded, and I’d probably have a few small scars on my face, but when I looked in the mirror, I was actually starting to see me again.
“I need to start looking for a job, and I think I’m well enough to go back to Harlow’s place. She’s going to stay with her mom for now, but she told me to feel free to use her apartment,” I told Hudson. “I can’t be a freeloader forever.”
“You’re not a damn freeloader,” he said gruffly. “You’re my guest, and you’ll be here until you’re completely healed. No arguments. That was the agreement.”
I had actually told him I’d stay until I was fully recovered. “I’m going to need a job, so I know where I’m going to end up living. Once I have a position, I can find a place.” I argued. “I need to start sending out more resumes.”
I certainly couldn’t go on with the rest of my internship. Harlow was gone, and by the time I was able to go back to work, summer would be almost over anyway.
“No, you don’t,” he grumbled. “You already have a job. Here. In San Diego. Montgomery Mining needs brilliant geologists like you.”
I rolled my eyes. We’d already had this argument, and I knew damn well I didn’t have the kind of experience I needed to work in his lab. That was the kind of job I could dream about once I had more experience under my belt, but it was no place for a new grad to even consider. Eventually, I’d love to go back to school for my doctorate, but my resources were completely tapped out, and I could find a good-paying job with my masters, and work toward that in the future. Right now, I needed some serious income in my bank account, which was why Harlow had offered to let me stay at her place for my summer internship. Since I’d already had the internship offer, and a place to stay, I’d decided I could survive a few months on the pay I was getting as an intern to get the experience from Montgomery.
All the same, I’d learned that arguing with Hudson about my career path was useless. I’d just shoot out more resumes and see what happened, but I’d be sending them for positions that were actually realistic.