Chapter 4
Caydence
I’m really not sure what I’m getting myself into with this interview. It’s like God knew I needed a nighttime job and poof, there it was. I’m actually shocked I even got an interview. I’m sure more than one person is looking to work a few hours at night each day.
I check my outfit as I walk up to the front doors. The automatic doors open, and I walk inside. At the front desk, I see a security guard who looks up when he hears me approaching.
“Hi. I have an interview,” I tell him. He smiles at me and nods his head.
“With Mr. Knight. Tenth floor. His office is left of the elevators,” he instructs me.
“Thank you.” I head for the elevator and climb on, pressing ten. I check my outfit once more when it dings, letting me know that we made it to the floor.
I step out and walk to the left just like I was told. There are lights on on this floor, but not many.
I approach the office and reach up, knocking on the door.
“Come in,” I hear a voice. I shove open the door and enter just to stop dead in my tracks.
Sitting at the desk is Devon Knight. His shaggy blond hair is tousled, and I lose my breath when he looks up with those piercing blue eyes.
I’ve seen him around campus more than once.
His father owns the university, and he is the campus God.
He’s also a football player, which makes him even more popular than he already was.
I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been this close to him before. I knew the Knight’s owned a lot of shit around town, but it never dawned on me that this was theirs as well.
“You’re Caydence?” he asks, sending a chill down my spine just hearing him say my name.
“Umm, yes. That’s me.”
“Come in and sit down,” he says, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. I clear my throat and walk over, taking a seat while he watches me. It’s almost unnerving the way his eyes seem to burn right through me.
“Thank you.”
“So you applied for the job. Basically, all you would need to do is answer the phone in the off chance that it rings, do a little filing here and there, and do you have a book?” he asks.
“A book?”
“Yeah, a book. That you like to read?” he asks. What kind of interview is this? I thought he would ask me questions about my work history, not about a book.
“I have a lot of books. I love to read.”
“Good. Very good. Bring a good book with you every night,” he advises, and I’m confused.
“Shouldn’t I be working?”
“When you’re not doing anything, it can get kind of boring. Reading a book will help pass the time,” he says.
“Okay. I can do that. It’s just, I’ve never really done any secretarial work before,” I admit to him. He smiles, and holy shit, that dark smile is deadly.
“That’s fine. It’s pretty simple. Answer the phone if it rings, which it probably won’t. I’ll show you how to file and where. And that’s basically it.”
“I don’t mean this to sound rude, but isn’t that stuff you can do yourself?” Now he laughs, and holy shit does the sound hit me in the core.
“Yeah, I could, but I don’t want to. Are you not interested in the job?” he asks.
“I am. I was just asking.”
“What hours do you want?”
“Excuse me? I thought you decided the hours,” I tell him. Again, he smiles.
“I’m all about working with others. What times do you need?” This is weird, beyond weird. I’ve never actually had a job ask me what hours I needed.
“Ideally? Nine to one.”
“PM to AM, yes?”
“Yes.”
“That works for me. You can start tomorrow,” he says.
“That’s it?” I blurt out so quickly that I reach up and cover my mouth with my hand. Devon chuckles, but he doesn’t look offended by my little outburst.
“What else would there be?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had an interview that went like this before,” I tell him.
“How have they gone?”
“Well, they usually ask my qualifications and if I’ve ever done this work before.” He waves his hand through the air as if to dismiss what I’ve said.
“This isn’t a hard job.”
“Okay. Well, then, thank you for the opportunity,” I tell him.
“Did you want to know the pay?” Shit. I didn’t even think to ask that.
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll pay you twenty an hour to start. We’ll go from there,” he says. Twenty to start? Nowhere else I’ve applied has offered me that much or even thought about the hours I need.
“Sounds great. Thank you again,” I say as I stand and offer him my hand.
I watch his eyes as they slip over me until he stands and takes my hand in his.
The electricity that runs between us is something I’ve only read about in books, not something I’ve ever felt in real life.
His eyes lock with mine, and there’s something dark in them. Something that calls to me.
“No, thank you. I think I’m going to like working with you,” he says smoothly. I smile at him and slowly pull my hand away before turning and heading out of his office. As soon as I’m at the elevators, I let out a breath. That man is intense.
I head back through the lobby, saying goodnight to the security guard as I go. Then I walk out to my car and climb in.
“Strange,” I whisper to myself because it is strange. How did I get chosen for that job? I’m sure there were a ton of people applying for it. I couldn’t have been the only one.
I shove the key in and start the car before taking off, but when I glance in my rearview mirror, I swear I see the same glowing green eyes I saw near my house.
I swallow hard and press the accelerator a little harder, driving a little faster to get the hell out of here.
It doesn’t take me long to make it home and check my surroundings. When I don’t see anyone, I climb out and close my door, ready to tell Megan about the interview.
As soon as I step inside, she’s there.
“What did they say?” she asks excitedly.
“I got the job.”
“No shit?”
“And do you know who I’m working for?” I ask her. She narrows her eyes and shakes her head.
“Who?”
“Devon Knight.”
“What the hell? No way!”
“Yeah. I didn’t put two and two together when I saw the name Knight Enterprise, but it was him,” I tell her.
“Holy shit. Not your little crush.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re going to be so close to him. How are you going to contain yourself?” she teases.
“Stop! All I’m doing is answering phones and shit,” I tell her.
“Until he orders you onto your knees and you drop your ass down,” she says through a laugh.
“Oh my god, Megan! He’s my boss.”
“Isn’t that in your smut books, too? Boss and employee?”
“You’re crazy,” I tell her.
“Yeah, but not as bad as you. How are you going to handle being that close to him and not jumping in his lap?” she asks.
“I’m a professional. I think I can manage.”
“Sure. Until he says strip.” Now she laughs harder.