His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“The whole ground floor is occupied by your employees. Cleaners, security and whoever you finally decide on to be your assistant. They pay a heavily reduced rate to compensate for being available whenever you may need them, along with being paid a handsome salary.”

My mouth was drying out, and I nodded to indicate I was listening. I didn’t think my voice would have worked if I tried to answer. I was too on edge. He must have sensed my nerves. He wrapped his arm around my back, and pulled me closer to his side, his lips touching quickly to my temple in a sign of encouragement.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Levi---why don’t you interview them?” He smiled, and gave me another kiss.

“You can do this, Baby. I’ll be there, but only as an observer.”

We just got settled, before the first applicant arrived, right on time. Punctuality was important to me, so she got off to a good start.

“Mr. Webber,” she gushed, and made a bee line straight for Levi, and I frowned with displeasure. What in the fuck---am I chopped liver, or invisible? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” She went from a score of about an eight for punctuality, straight down to zero for openly flirting with a bemused Levi, and completely ignoring my existence. I scowled at him from behind her back. She extended her hand eagerly toward Levi. “I’m Zoey Winton.”

“And I’m not the one conducting this interview,” Levi ignored her extended hand, and waved his arm out in front of him to indicate my presence. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from him, and finally noticed me. “Oh---I’m sorry,” Zoey Winton dismissed me with barely a look, before returning her eye-batting gaze to Levi. “When your assistant called me from Webber Industries, I assumed it was for a position under yourself.”

Yeah, I just bet you did! I’ll put you under a fucking bus if you flick one more look down at his groin, missy. I straightened my back, and walked confidently over to stand just to her side, extending my hand.

“Miss Winton---I’m Angelica Williams,” I introduced myself, and she reluctantly tore her eyes away from Levi, and shook my waiting hand. I gripped with a stronger than normal grip to shake it, exerting my authority in the basest of ways. Her slight wince brought a satisfied smile to my face.

I let go of her hand, and indicated for her to walk over to the table, and take a seat. I sat in the one opposite, and fixed her with a look that conveyed my irritability. My mind already decided her fate, but I went through the motions of the interview just to make it look good.

As she closed the door behind her, I drew a big black line through her file, and dropped it on the floor at the side of my chair.

“What do you think?” Levi asked quietly from his position behind me.

“Not a chance,” I replied emphatically.

“Personality clash?” he questioned, with a hint of amusement evident in his voice.

“Mmm---Let’s say that, shall we?” I’m sure I heard him snicker as the next candidate knocked on the door.

When the tall, leggy blonde walked through, and entered the room, I glanced quickly around at Levi, but his expression was unreadable, his face blank, and free of emotion. His damn poker face was firmly in place. I envied him that ability. I always wore my heart on my sleeve.

Then I noticed him frown a little, and take his cell phone out of his pocket, before I glanced quickly down at the file opened in front of me. Amelia Lynch. She looks hauntingly like Fifi Jackson, and that didn’t sit very well with me.

During the interview though, I almost changed my mind. Can’t judge a book by its cover. She may look similar to Fifi, but she was highly qualified for the position available, and she didn’t try and persuade Levi she was next best thing to sliced bread---unlike Zoey Winton.

When she left the room, I placed her file to one side of the table to start a ‘maybe’ pile. The third applicant walked in, and the first thing I noticed was how big her tits were. They were almost falling out of her low cut top.

The second thing I noticed, was how fond she was of jiggling them in Levi’s direction. The interview with Melissa Murphy went south very quickly, and I cut it short, putting a line through her file, and dropping it down on top of Zoey Winton’s when she shut the door behind her.

They were both a resounding no-way-in-hell.

I was dreading the next candidate---and my damned headache was beginning to return. So I was pleasantly surprised when Nathalia Jonathon, a short---but beautiful---bubbly red-head, entered the room.

She greeted me warmly first, before she politely, and respectfully acknowledged Levi behind me. I like this girl.

The more the interview progressed, the more I liked her. I found myself offering genuine smiles throughout the entire process, and when the interview ended, and she left the room, I placed her file on top of Amelia Lynch’s, with a plus sign next to her name. So far, she was the one in real, legitimate contention.

The last interview of the day was Chad Wagner. He arrived, and sauntered confidently through the doorway with a bit of swagger. He’s tall, dark, and devilishly handsome---and has a wicked, captivating grin to match when he extended his hand, and wrapped his fingers around to shake mine.

He briefly acknowledged Levi, and I smiled wryly when I heard movement behind me, then the scrape of a chair leg. I instinctively knew Levi moved an inch or so closer behind me, and I felt the heat of his penetrating gaze burning holes through my shoulder blades, while I began the interview with Chad.

I took stock of his appearance. He obviously takes good care of himself. He’s well-toned beneath that crisp white shirt stretched so invitingly across his chest. His jet black hair is neatly cut, with short spiked bristles on top. There is a faint shadow of facial hair outlining his upper lip, and around his jawline. His athletic build is certainly accentuated by the cut of the light gray suit he was wearing, and he has bright, and engaging electric blue eyes. They’re even bluer than Chase’s---although he doesn’t have the long black lashes framing them, like Chase does.

I have to admit, he has a smoking hot body, but in my opinion, it still isn’t on par with Levi’s. During the entire length of the interview, I noticed Chad maintained direct eye contact with me, and didn’t even glance once in the direction of Levi sitting behind my shoulder.

Well---he’s not gay. Maybe he’s worth consideration after all---he’s certainly over qualified for the position, I mused. I mentally narrowed it down to three possible candidates. I wondered if Audrey intentionally decided to present me with five extremely attractive applicants, or if it was just coincidence. Once the interview wrapped up, and Chad left the room, Levi came up behind me, while I wrote a few notes on his file.

“Don’t even think about it, Baby,” he whispered softly in my ear as he closed the file in front of me.

“Would it make any difference to you if he was fat, balding, and in his forties?” I countered.

“As he is not fat, balding, or in his forties, the answer is a resounding, no.” He sounded very adamant.

“But Levi…”

“But nothing, Angelica. I said, no.” He took the file from the top of the desk, and dropped it down on top of the two I already discarded on the floor.

“Levi---I’m the one who’s going to be working closely with whom-ever I choose to be my assistant…”

“That’s exactly my point---No,” he repeated. I defiantly picked Chad’s file back up off the floor, and placed it on the table with the other two I was considering.

“He’s still in contention,” I declared doggedly. He scowled at me, but left the file where I placed it. That little bit of triumph gave me a small glimmer of hope.

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