Chapter 8

• Enjoy how? Oh-my-God, don't be silly. He certainly doesn't have to hire someone for sex! Maybe he just wants a cook, housekeeper and someone to shoot the shit with from time to time, nothing more and nothing less. But the heat in his gaze told her otherwise. His gaze told her, he wanted her. Ruby felt it in the coffee shop and she was feeling it now, more intensely than ever before because there was no counter to use as a buffer between them. But what if she was mistaken? What if by taking this job, she'd be forced to endure seeing him bring home a parade of snotty model type women.
• She growled at herself. This was a job, nothing more or less. Who he brought home would be none of her concern. "So what happened to your former cook-slash-housekeeper?" "She has moved on." "And what other duties would this include?" Roth's eyes continued to gaze onto hers. Damn, she hated, but at the same time loved how he was making her feel. Could she work for someone who made her feel this way? Ruby didn't know. "Well, the cooking is the primary thing. Breakfast would be required to be prepared and served at 7am sharp every morning. And you are expected to be here and have an acceptable dinner on the table when I come home during the week. On the weekend I expect three meals. In addition, laundry, shopping and cleaning throughout the day.
• Whatever requires doing - more or less. I do have people come in and take care of the floors, windows, pool twice a week, so virtually everything having to do with the household upkeep would be under your command. And like I say, I require you to be on call 24/7. No exceptions." "Sounds like you're looking for a wife to me," Ruby joked. Roth's soft smile faded and his expression went blank, making Ruby gasped her eyes wide in horror as soon at the words that came from her mouth.