He owns it all with one simple look.
And his suit, the fabric screams thousands of dollars. Stitching pristine, buttons sharply polished. His hair so perfectly styled, while his controlling eyes offer both a sense of welcome and the threat not to fuck with him.
He’s intimidating, poised, and so handsome that I can’t imagine what it would be like to be in a bedroom with him.
“Not a problem,” I say as I fold my hands in front of me and try not to shiver from the way he so casually props his arm up on the armrest of his chair.
When I got to the office, I was so shaken from flashing Halsey that it took me a solid half hour to calm my racing heart. By the time I had my breathing under control, I only had twenty minutes before Huxley arrived, so I powered through my preparations, leaving me more frazzled than I care for.
“How was your trip up here?”
“Good,” he says, his voice softening. “Lottie, my wife, and our baby joined me as well as my brothers and their wives. Lottie’s cousin too. I appreciate tonight’s tickets, by the way.”
“Oh, not a problem at all. We put you in one of our best suites, right on center ice. It has a quiet area for the baby and a private bathroom, everything you need.”
“Thank you.” His eyes remain on mine as he speaks.Man, he’s intimidating. “My wife’s cousin is actually on the team.”
“Really?” I ask. “I didn’t know that. May I ask who it is?”
He nods. “Oden O’Connor.”
“OC?” I ask. “That’s so great. He’s been an amazing addition to the team, especially with Rivers being out injured right now.”
“We were excited to see him on the West Coast. He’s close with his sister, so she’s happy to have him an easy flight away.”
“I get that. I have a sister who has kids, and they live farther away. It’s sad not to be able to spend as much time with her as I’d like. You’re lucky to have your family so close.”
“I am.” He clears his throat. “Well, do you mind if I switch this to business? I have some meetings after this, but I don’t want to be rude.”
“Not at all,” I say. “I don’t want to keep you longer than you can afford. I know your time is very valuable.”
“I appreciate it.” His expression gentles, only a touch. “Are you aware that we invested in The Jock Report?”
“Yes,” I answer, marveling at the way he can go from a light conversation to business in seconds. His entire body changes from relaxed and easygoing to commanding and in charge. Yeah . . . he’s really hot—not something I should be thinking about. Not even close.
“We’re attempting to start a division from The Jock Report that helps the athletes with their individual charities and offering them a chance to have an option on their profile to donate. We’re trying to figure out a lot behind it, like logistics and rewards for those who contribute, but we’re looking to launch with a large kickoff party.”
“Oh, that sounds really cool.” I wince, not wanting to sound rude. “But where do I fit into all of this?”
“I want you to help head up the VIP relations for the Pacific division.”
Uhhh . . . what?
Is he offering me a job?
I shift on my chair and try to find my words.
“You . . . you want me to work for you?”
“I do,” he says. “Not only have I been convinced by the relationship we’ve developed over the past month, but I’ve also been thoroughly impressed with your attention to detail, accommodating personality, and people skills. You’re exactly what we’re looking for with this position.” He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a business card. Sliding it across the desk, he says, “This is my email. I know this is a lot to consider, but I’ll send you more information about the position when I return to the office.” He stands from his chair, and I do as well. While he buttons his suit jacket, he says, “I pay extremely well and offer unmatched benefits. Think about it.”
“O-okay,” I say as I round my desk.
He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. He grips it softly and says, “I look forward to working with you, Blakely.”
With that, he leaves my office and heads down the hallway, leaving me in a state of confusion.
Huxley Cane wants me to work for him?
