Caught Between Three Billionaire Tycoons - Willa Hart Page 0,1

relations and management thing. You’ve shown excellent ability in managing clients and meetings, and staying on top of filing and distribution. There has not been a single mistake since you began your work up here and that is remarkable.”

“Okay.” I tried to smile gratefully, but my heart sank. I wasn’t going to get to work with the artifacts again.

“What I can do.” He reached across the table, shuffled some papers and gave his devices a scowl. “Is put you in charge of the oldest and most fragile pieces. They get sent straight up here, so you can clean and catalog them at your leisure. Then you won’t have to work down on that dusty shop floor.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dragos!” My heart soared, and the smile on my face took flight. “That’s amazing, I don’t know how to thank you!”

“Ah, well. I haven’t fully explained the job, yet.” His eyes glinted with mischief, and the little grin he gave me was downright cocky.

“Oh?” Now I was worried again.

“You have done so well that I want you to stay on as my personal assistant. Basically, it will involve the same duties as before, but you’ll be on call. If the phone rings and it’s me, you drop everything and come running.”

A cheeky smile lit my face. “As long as it’s not a priceless antique.”

He laughed. “Yes. Don’t drop one of those.”

“Okay, so… If I’m going to be on call, how will I still work with the antiques?”

“You’ll have plenty of time for artifacts. I hired a girl to be my personal assistant, but she’s no good. She’ll take on the phone calls and filing, coordinating with downstairs. You will handle all my private affairs and the most valuable pieces that come through these doors.”

“I still feel like there’s a catch.” I grinned at him.

“Well.” He sighed and shifted in his seat. I had never seen him look even slightly uncomfortable, so I found this interesting. “This is a delicate matter.”

Oh shit. What could be so bad?

“The thing is,” he began. “I can’t find a nanny for my kids. You know my children, don’t you?”

“I do.” My smile changed into one of complete warmth. “Egan and Adara. I’ve seen them multiple times when they come in after school. We’ve even done some coloring together.”

“Good, excellent. Yes, I remember now. Okay. This is the tough part.”

I tried to brace myself. What the hell was he going to ask me to do now?

“I need you to drive them up to my holiday cabin for me. I have to go out and accept a shipment of statues. They are ancient and fragile, and those forklift drivers don’t know what they are doing. If they get even slightly damaged, I’m totally screwed. I’ll head up to the cabin as soon as I can, but the kids shouldn’t miss a moment of vacation time.”

I sat for a few minutes, thinking this over. It doesn’t sound like a chore. I love kids. I hope to have a few of my own someday. The trouble is that I worked too hard. I had to get a scholarship to attend the classes I needed, and I still didn’t have a PhD. in archeology or anything like that. I came to Dragos Inc. to get some hands-on experience.

I haven’t had a date in years. I have no idea how I am supposed to meet someone and have kids when my career eats up so much of my life.

As I look at Aleksy, I have to wonder if my lack of dating really has been about time constraints. The closer I’d gotten to him, the more intensity I'd felt. I keep telling myself not to be a damn fool, though. He would never be interested in someone like me.

He’s no doubt set to wed some amazing Grecian princess. Someone poised and well-dressed that looks nothing less than elegant. I spend most of my time in oversize sweaters, messy hair, and with my glasses on crooked.

My gaze flickers to him again, and his gold eyes still glint from the sun behind him. His hair glowed a rich, deep chestnut, and his hands didn’t stop moving the entire time we spoke.

As I stare at him, it seems to me that there is something between us. I realize he is staring at me with almost the same intensity. My heart leaps in my chest, and my fingers twitch in my lap. He smiles as if he knows I’m aroused. I tell myself not to be so