Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

He holds up his hand. “Why aren’t you working for a company you interned with?”

This question comes up all the time. I have yet to find a diplomatic way to phrase my answer. “The companies had a different direction they wanted me to take. I don’t want to crawl my way up from the bottom—though I’m not averse to hard work. I just want something more than a computer and eight to ten hours a day. I need more stimulation than that. I want to do more than reports and making coffee. However, I do make an excellent pot of coffee.”

“Good to hear. I’m definitely a beast before I have my first cup.” He leans back. His gaze wanders down my body.

Goosebumps rise along my skin in the wake of his perusal. Yeah, I’m going to have to lock that down. Though I’m glad I’m not the only one having trouble concentrating.

“Sorry we’re late.” That sounds like Blake Wagner’s voice from the phone, which I’ll admit I could listen to all night. His voice is a smooth and rich baritone.

Standing, I turn to greet the new men. My knees almost give out. This will not be an easy job. Before me are three men who belong on the cover of GQ. All tall, all gorgeous, all as well-built as Cooper. I’m lit up like a pinball machine on the inside.

“Seth Hart, chief executive officer.” The one with blond hair neatly cut short and dark blue eyes that I can’t seem to drop my gaze from steps forward and holds out his hand.

His eyes are the richest shade of blue I’ve ever seen. I resist the urge to fan myself and swoon before confidently holding out my hand to take his. A bolt of desire spreads through me from his touch, warming my entire body as his large hand firmly engulfs mine.

“A pleasure to meet you,” I force out. Like an out-of-body experience, I can see myself greeting him and I want to yell, Stop thinking with your hormones. You need this job.

Power seems to emanate from him. His smile is tight and controlled as he backs out of the way so the others can greet me.

A larger, muscled man with dark hair steps forward. His green eyes sweep over my body, pausing on all the highlights—legs, ass, waist, breasts—before meeting my eyes. There’s a mischievous sparkle in his, but it quickly disappears. Did I only imagine it?

“Blake Wagner, vice president. We spoke on the phone.”

Yup, I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I hoped he was closer to fifty, but I’m not even sure he’s thirty yet. He has one of those chin dimples that begs for my tongue to dive into it.

When I take his offered hand, my insides melt. Something about him makes me want to seek shelter in his arms. I need to stop checking out these guys. I just have to get through this interview, focus on my goal: Get the job. When they’re my bosses, the flutters in my stomach will dissipate in time. Hopefully.

“It’s good to meet you in person,” I say without sounding completely breathless.

His smile is plastic kindness. He moves to sit next to Cooper.

The final guy seems younger than the others, maybe because his dirty blond hair is playfully messy and his brown eyes are soft, but he’s just as solid as the rest of them. And still probably a few years older than me.

“Noah Burns, chief financial officer.” He holds out his hand. The fluttering double-times as I take it. His dark eyes hold mine with a quiet intensity that has my knees nearly giving out.

I smile, and all I have left is, “A pleasure.”

He squeezes my hand gently and releases it. I almost want to hold my arms up in triumph for not drooling or swooning over any of them in real life.

My knees are grateful as I sink into the chair across from this quartet of gorgeous men. At least if I end up hating my bosses, they’re pretty to look at. If I can stop ogling them long enough to nail this interview.

“Morrigan Technology Group is one of the top cybersecurity firms in the nation. Over the past six years, we’ve worked tirelessly to make it to that distinction. We help protect our clients’ information systems from internal and external threats, including disaster recovery.” Seth’s voice is rich and almost melodic as he speaks. “We need someone who will go the extra mile to take care of our needs.”

I swallow against the image that pops into my brain unbidden: me, spread out on the conference table as a feast for these four men. Definitely willing to fulfill whatever they need. Ugh, I can’t keep my brain on track.

I smile and nod because that seems like the easiest thing to do right now rather than admit that maybe I’m not the correct person for the job, not because I don’t have the experience, but because I want to experience something more with each of them. Any of them. All of them.

My cheeks heat, and I cross my legs.

“You’ll be required to work potentially long hours to help us.” Blake’s green eyes hold me in place. “Keep our schedules. Attend meetings to take notes. We’ll expect you to be a liaison with important clients and later take on projects as you gain knowledge of the company. But there will also be filing and the like.”

Which is exactly why I want this position. Blake leans forward, and his muscled arms strain the fabric of his suit. What would he look like naked, unconfined by those clothes? My cheeks have to be reaching nuclear levels of heat.

“We aren’t always easy to work with, but we compensate for the work we need. Unfortunately, we are rather demanding and require access to you day and night.”

I swallow the piece of me that wants to tell them anything they want they can have and give him a nod of acknowledgment instead.

They all give each other a look like they’re talking without speaking.