Page 2 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
“You can start tomorrow,” he finished in a surly tone. “We’ll see if you make it through the day.”
Just like that? The man was going to give me the job without any further questions about me, my experience, or my background?
Yeah, it was essentially a cleaning and cooking job, but I would have access to his home, and Asher Remington was a billionaire.
I simply stared at him in amazement.
I hadn’t come here for a job, but the pay he was offering was huge for a domestic position, and I could really use the money right now.
I’d been desperately looking for employment in Billings, but I hadn’t gotten a job offer yet.
I’d been in Billings for over two weeks. I’d put in applications every single day at every place that had job openings that I could handle.
Nobody was calling.
I could easily dothisjob, and nothing I’d applied for in Billings would pay this much money.
I’d grown up with a mother who was an excellent housekeeper, and she’d taught me everything she knew about cooking and cleaning.
“You don’t want to interview anyone else?” I asked nervously.
Not that he had actually done any interviewing with me, but still…
“You’re the only one who showed up,” he admitted in what sounded like a reluctant voice. “I’m not exactly social here in Crystal Fork, and my reputation isn’t good. I think most people are afraid of me.”
Well, big guy, that’s kind of understandable.
“I don’t live here,” I told him. “I have an apartment in Billings.”
He shot me an assessing glance. “You’re willing to do the drive from Billings?”
I nodded. For the money he was offering, I would probably do a much longer drive than the thirty minutes it took to get from Billings to Crystal Fork.
My vehicle was getting old, but I didn’t think it was going to die on me anytime soon.
He nodded abruptly. “Fine. I’ll see you at nine o’clock. Don’t be late.”
I swallowed hard. He reallywasgoing to hire me without any references or questions.
I was grateful, but I couldn’t help but be curious about why a man like Asher Remington would simply offer a woman a job without a real interview or a background check of some kind.
Didn’t rich guys like him have assistants to handle those things?
He obviously doesn’t think I’ll last long. I have a feeling I’m not worth his time or effort.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not in the habit of running late,” I answered firmly. “Do you have all the cleaning supplies I’ll need?”
“Appliances…yes,” he replied grumpily. “The house has a central vacuum system. Cleaning supplies…no. I’ll need you to pick up what you need.”
I watched as he took his wallet out of his pocket, pulled out some bills, and moved closer to me.
My breath caught as he stopped directly in front of me.
God, he smelled like hot sex and sin.
Asher might be surly, but the man was gorgeous. Over six feet of hard muscle and rugged attractiveness.
His dark-brown hair was just long enough to have a slight curl, and his gray eyes were stunning.
