Page 1 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Sierra
A Few Months Earlier…
“Isuppose you’re here about the housekeeping job,” the man that opened the door growled in a voice that should have scared the hell out of me.
My eyes widened as I caught my first glimpse of Asher Remington.
Okay, I’d expected him to be intimidating.
Most rich men seemed to be full of themselves.
But this man took scary and cold to a whole new level.
The frigid look in his frosty gray eyes was almost feral, and the hostility in his voice was positively frightening.
I let out a sigh, ignoring his rude demeanor.
Fortunately, I didn’t scare easily.
Apparently, he was under the impression that I was here for some kind of domestic job.
I wasn’t, and I was about to inform him of my reason for stopping by his beautiful ranch in Crystal Fork, Montana, when he stepped back and impatiently waved me into his home.
Although it felt a little like I was entering a lion’s den, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me since Asher was already striding toward his kitchen.
I followed him since it seemed like it was my only real choice at the moment.
“I don’t like people in my home,” he said gruffly when he finally stopped in front of the kitchen island. “I’ll most likely fire you within a day.”
I bit back a smile before I asked, “Then why are you trying to hire a housekeeper?”
The man was definitely trying to warn me.
Or maybe he was trying to intimidate me.
It wasn’t working.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that the beast vibes that seemed to radiate from his being weren’t a little disconcerting for me, but real fear wasn’t something I allowed myself to show very often.
I might feel it, but I’d become a master at hiding it.
If Asher was hoping for a female that he could bully, he’d picked the wrong woman.
It wasn’t that his behavior wouldn’t scare the crap out of a lot of people, but I was almost numb to men like him.
“I work most of the time,” he explained tersely. “I like my home clean and organized, but I don’t have the time or the patience to do it myself.”
NowthatI could believe.
It was pretty clear that Asher Remington had a severe deficiency when it came to tolerating anything that he didn’t want to do.
He certainly didn’t seem to be keen on suffering his way through this job interview.
He also struck me as the kind of guy who got exactly what he wanted, with very little effort.
One displeased glare would probably send people scrambling to do his bidding.
I nearly swallowed my tongue as he continued to tell me about the proposed position and the pay he was willing to offer for the housekeeping job.
