Twenty-one and ready to take on the world, orphan Emma Gold didn't expect her chance encounter with a stranger to lead to a damnable task - to take down a rising business tycoon. Eric Pierce - her viciously handsome target and her new boss - might seem easy to break but he is anything but. Their attraction is fatal, so are his dirty propositions to possess her body. Emma is ready to sell herself as long as it pays her adoptive father's debt. What goes out of hand though are the feelings that
The man before me is gorgeous. He has a face like one of my dream guys with a chiseled jawline, dark curls which look messy, urging me to run my fingers through them, and his cheeks are endowed with a five o'clock beard. His blue, magnetic eyes are concentrated on my file as he lazily turns the sheets, looking like a professor checking exam papers. His gold watch reflects the light coming through the large glass wall behind him, adding to his charisma. Dressed in a deep grey three-piece suit covering his broad shoulders and lean muscles, his appearance commands the room.
The sight of him is so breathtaking that the moment I saw him I knew this plan was never going to work if I didn't manage to keep my imagination in check. When you read too many Book Tok romance books like me, you end up imagining yourself as the heroine every time a familiar situation presents itself.
"Miss Emma Gold.." the man begins in a deep voice that makes me squeeze my legs. He shuts the file and raises his eyes to my face. He puts his elbows on top of the file, resting his chin above as he studies me. "I'll ask one simple question - why do you want this job?"
I purse my lips, straightening in my seat. "Mr Pierce, I have researched all about your company. You have the environment and the management which I think perfectly suits what I'm looking for. If I'm given the position, I'll do my best to prove myself worth it.." He lifts a hand, waving it in the air to stop my rambling.
"Miss Gold.." He leans back in his chair like a man
who knows he owns the conversation without
requiring permission. "You've applied for the
position of my PA. The position does not only
require hard work and dedication but also
compatibility with me. You understand what I am
saying, right?" "I do."
He nods slowly, picking my portfolio again and
studying it. "Your qualification impresses me but the part about your interests and hobbies has me hesitating. Can you describe them to me in more detail?" "I like to read," I answer immediately. "I like to
read and knit and blog about stuff. It helps me pass
time." Mr. Pierce raises a dark eyebrow, shaking his head dismissively. "I have met thirty other applicants
with the same hobbies. What makes you special,
Miss Gold? Why do you think I should choose You?"
He drops my portfolio and his gaze on me
intensifies as if he can't wait to see if he is finally
getting on my nerves. My hobbies should have
nothing to do with the job criteria and yet he is
making this personal route of conversation sound
so official.
"Mr. Pierce, I do realize how my qualifications are
nothing out of the ordinary but I have been told
that I have a way of surprising people with my
dedication towards any kind of work. I'm
passionate about basically everything I do and
work is another passion of mine. I don't work to
earn but because I love work itself. It pleases me."
"Work gives you pleasure, Miss Gold?" A corner of
his lips lifts to form a boyish smirk. I can't deny it.
This man has charm.
"How much pleasure exactly?"
I sense the way his line of questioning is slowly
changing directions. He doesn't smile though. Even
his smirk is the tiniest curve. I doubt anyone has
ever seen this man smile. All his pictures in
magazines and last year's Forbes Top 40
Youngest Billionaires were devoid of a smile.
"I'll say if you give me the position, you'll find me
extremely pleasurable, Mr. Pierce. I have been told
to have great flexibility," I reply, squaring my shoulders. "For work of course.
Mr. Pierce's jaw remains hard as his eyes drift
down my body, taking in my cheap-expensive
Walmart dress which I specifically bought for this
interview. My job isn't to get the job. My job is to
get to him. I tried my best, just like I was told to.
My dark brown hair is tied in a neat bun at the back
of my head like a professional woman's but some
tendrils frame my face in perfect waves. I have kept
the make-up minimal but my lipstick is wine-red,
the color that most men find hard to not notice.
Mr. Pierce doesn't look impressed though as he
shrugs disinterestedly.
"Miss. Gold, I appreciate you coming in here but I
don't think you'll be able to meet my demands. I
want an assistant who can stand up to me, speak
up when I'm making a mistake, and not rush crying
to the bathroom at every criticism I throw at them.
Are you capable of managing that? Because to me,
you seem as ordinary as the numerous other
applicants who came in and sat here today."
"And you got that about my personality just by
sitting here and asking me useless questions?" I
throw back at him and then lean forward slightly,
meeting his gaze with confidence.
"If you really want to hire someone today, you might want to ask them something more relevant than about their hobbies. For example, give me a situation and ask
me how I'll handle it as your future PA."
"You're teaching me interview skills, Miss Gold?"
The man throws me a curious glance, visibly
offended. "You'll do well to remember which side of
this room you're sitting on."
"Didn't you just say that you wanted someone who
could stand up to you and point out your mistakes?
I'm doing just that, Mr. Pierce."
His jaw hardens further. He moves closer, resting
his forearms on the top of the desk and crossing
them over each other as he stares at me. I don't let
my gaze fall from the strong edges of his face and
his piercing blue eyes which compliment every part
of his name.
Mr. Ryan Pierce Ranked at Top 15 among Forbes 2022's Youngest Billionaires. Age: 31 Height: 6'2 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Black Passions: Scowling and grumbling Likes: Being challenged Dislike: People who are scared of him Source: From a very personal member. "Miss Gold..." His voice drops in depth, sounding soft and carrying a seductive tune in it without an intentional attempt. "You're playing with fire here. I'm not like the men you read in your little romance books who find your impulsiveness fascinating. In fact, I'm quite the opposite because right now you're being nothing but annoying to me. I don't let his words bite me as I lean forward too, clasping my hands on top of his desk and resting my chin above them. "Mr. Pierce, do you threaten anyone who points out your mistakes? Because that makes your personality look even less appealing. You had a problem and I gave you a simple solution. You should be thanking me." "Give up arguing, Miss. Gold. You won't be able to do it." "I will if you give me a chance, "I say. "I'm not afraid of you. If you give me a chance, I'll prove it. I will never give up." I notice the tick of his jaw, the twitch in a corner muscle of his eye and I know that I have got him where I want him. "Miss Gold..." he says after a moment's silence. "Yes, Mr. Pierce?" "The job is yours," he declares and then pulls back, leaning back casually in his revolving chair. My eyes widen at this new turn of events. I didn't think it would be that easy obviously. My limbs tremble a little as I move back from his desk, my mouth opening in surprise. "Are you sure, Mr. Pierce?" I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong. "I am very sure. The job is yours..." Then the man finally smiles lightly - a wicked, wicked smile which he is right to hide from the world because the sight of it is chilling. 'for a month." Damn it! "A month?" I blink at him, even more taken aback than the first time. "Yes, Miss. Gold. I'm giving you one month to prove yourself capable of being my PA. Your salary will be triple the package I offered in the advertisement if you can pass this one month without disappointing me in any way. You'll get your own apartment, your medical fees will be taken care of by the company, you'll get a vacation package and many other perks the job offers." I swallow a gulp, imagining all that actually being mine. It sounds like the deal of a lifetime. Even if I had no interest in the job before, it fascinates me now. Coming from a family of extreme depravity and having lost my adoptive father a few years ago, I have been struggling to manage my affairs for long. His offer sounds so reliving that I find it hard to believe this opportunity. "Really? What's the catch?" "Just one, Miss. Gold." Mr. Pierce lifts a hand to rub at his bottom lip as his gaze on me deepens. "If you lose, you'll apologize to me for this insolent behavior in front of my whole staff. Is that done?" The billionaire bastard gets up from his seat and extends his hand for me to shake. I force myself to smile, getting up too as I look at his hand before taking it. His skin is hot against mine and his hold is tight. "I accept, Mr. Pierce," I say. Welcome to Pierce Enterprises then, Miss. Gold." He grips my hand harder in his. "I hope you have an excellent time here."