Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,6
first, the name doesn’t register. I blink at her in confusion—is the name supposed to mean something to me? Then it starts dawning on me. The name means something to her.
Blaire and Kirk. He is her ex. I remember her mentioning that they dated briefly. This was before we became friends so I’ve never actually met him, but I’ve heard some stories about him and how their relationship was doomed from the start.
“You want me to work for that pompous ass? Words you have used to describe this man?”
Blaire runs a hand through her hair and takes a big sip of her martini.
“Yeah, he’s cold and aloof, not exactly the perfect boyfriend material, but would I knowingly send you to the slaughterhouse, Kim? He is a good boss. Actually, he’s a great boss—that is if you can make it work with him, which I think you can. He is powerful and smart, and working for him will make your CV flourish.”
I can feel myself shrinking. Based on everything I’ve heard about this man, there is no way I would be able to work with him. I don’t understand why Blaire thinks I would. She’s watching me, smiling, stirring her straw in the cocktail glass.
“This could mean big things for your career, Kim. Take my advice and take this job.”
The more I think about it, I can’t come up with enough reasons to turn this job down. I would be a fool to.
4
Kirk
I get off the phone with my lawyers and they haven’t been able to make me feel any better about the situation with the board. If I don’t have an answer soon, I’ll end up missing my trip, and that is not an idea I even want to entertain.
I’m back in my apartment now but I’ve spent most of today fuming over that board meeting. Jack Morgan, my lead counsel, has just told me over the phone that he will have to comb through all my contracts to ensure we can take legal action against the company if they start pressing me to amend my personal life.
I’m still fuming.
I know I need to take my mind off it. In my den, I pour myself a drink and pace around some more. I could go out. Meet up with some people at our usual club or bar, but I’m not in the mood for partying. Am I just getting too old for that?
Instead, my eyes fall on the file I threw to the couch earlier. The one Blaire had given me this morning at the office. I haven’t even looked at this file carefully yet; not like there is much to go through.
I flip it open and read the CV. Kim Waters. There is nothing that stands out about this person. I have seen hundreds of CVs like it before. I’m not sure why Blaire is so insistent about this girl.
Even though Blaire and I never worked as a couple, I have always trusted her judgment as far as recruitment and head-hunting is concerned. She is certainly good at her job.
I sit down on the couch with a thump and open my laptop. This file isn’t going to be enough. I don’t want to read just the things that Blaire wants me to know about Kim Waters. If I am going to hire her as my admin assistant, I need to find out more.
It takes a few clicks on a variety of social media sites for me to discover who Kim Waters is and why Blaire is so interested in her.
Looks like they’re friends. More than just regular friends. Blaire’s social media accounts are inundated with pictures of Kim and her together. At parties. Outside yoga studios. At brunch. Sharing an ice cream.
From what I can tell, these two are very close.
So Kim really needs this job. That has to be the reason why Blaire is pushing so hard for it. She wants her best friend to work for me? I didn’t think that was something Blaire would be open to, especially knowing all the things she knows about me and how difficult I can be, as she herself has claimed numerous times.
I keep scrolling through the pictures. The more I look, the more I want to keep looking, until I realize that we have another problem.
I am attracted to this girl.
She is a strikingly beautiful girl, and it’s not like anyone can blame me for finding her attractive.
She is petite, with a perfect hour-glass figure. I have already scrolled