The Billionaire's Intern. Maisey Yates

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      “And yet you were still testing me. Seeing if I would dismiss you. Hoping I would?”

      She smoothed her hair. “Probably that’s what I was doing, yes.”

      “Why?”

      “Because I can’t just turn you down. Austin would have a fit.”

      “Would he?”

      “He thinks he’s taking care of me… I think he believes this internship is going to magically fix everything that I’ve been through recently. It’s not that simple.”

      “You’re preaching to the converted,” he said. “I know all about that.”

      “I imagine you do. Which brings me back to the question, what drink do I bring you? Should I juice a pineapple?”

      He nearly laughed at that. The impulse was strange and unfamiliar.

      “Water,” he said.

      “Water?”

      “That’s all you need, isn’t it?”

      “Most men I’ve met are more concerned with want than need. Sometimes it seems like want must be…more important.” She sounded confused by the concept. As though she didn’t operate on that level. But he knew differently. A woman like Addison Treffen couldn’t possible know about self-denial.

      “Here it is,” he said. “But there are a lot of other places where that isn’t the case. I can think of one in particular.”

      The corners of her lips turned down. “I apologize. For the comment about the pineapple. It’s probably not something you like people to make joke about.”

      He thought about it for a moment, processing the feeling he’d had when she made her pineapple juice comment. Sometimes it took a while for him to evaluate what he felt when he talked to people because he’d spent so long feeling nothing. Well, nothing nuanced. Elation, rage, terror and despair were his primary emotions. The rest had been squeezed down and sorted into one of those four.

      “It doesn’t bother me,” he said finally, because that was true enough. “Actually people don’t like to mention it, unless they want to grill me, and I’d prefer a casual joke to that.”

      “Well, that’s good to know. Or not, if I’m still trying to get you to fire me.”

      “You may as well stick this out. You don’t have any better prospects and I’m willing to bet that after your father’s assassination no one will want you around.”

      “I think the assassination bothers them less than the fact that he dealt in…very unsavory things, but I could be wrong.”

      “Are you in danger?” he asked.

      “Would it bother you if I was? Because if the grudge was against the Treffen family, it could make me a hazard.”

      “No, it wouldn’t bother me.” For some reason the idea of a rogue gunman bothered him less than stepping out onto the city streets.

      He’d given up trying to make sense of himself.

      “Oh,” she said. “Well, anyway, the best the police can figure is that it was a professional hit. My father was targeted because he was prepared to accept a plea bargain. To name names in order to shorten his sentence. So it has nothing to do with me, because I know nothing.”

      “One hopes the sniper knows that.”

      She blinked rapidly. “Thank you for that.”

      “Sorry,” he said, knowing the words had little weight. He barely felt them at all. “Sometimes I’m too blunt.”

      “Strange. I was expecting a little more charm. Especially given that, from what I’ve heard, you’re a notorious playboy.”

      “I haven’t been one of those for quite some time. That was in my other life. Now, would you like to see your room?”

       * * *

      Addison looked at the man, taller than she’d anticipated. She’d only ever seen Logan Black on TV. Years ago as the playboy moving his way through all of Manhattan’s socialites—her being an exception, as she was barely legal at the time—and now as the miracle heir to Black Properties, back from the dead after two years. Pictures that had flashed onto the television and on newsstands then had been filled with a thinner, more hollow-cheeked version of him. Long hair, a beard. More Swiss Family Robinson than Swiss banker. But none of those articles or clips on TV had prepared her for the presence of the man.

      Of course, he was frequently mentioned in business news now, the photo of the grinning playboy back, in place of the gaunt castaway. Before his time away, he’d always been a heartthrob. His lean frame and wicked smile had dropped panties from St. Bart’s to the Upper East Side. He was different now. He didn’t smile. Any snapshots she’d seen on TV recently were definitely old. Because this Logan didn’t look capable of a real smile. And the spark was gone from his eyes. He was larger too. Broader. Any hint of boyishness was gone now.

      “Yes,” she said, the word coming slowly. “I think I would like to see my room.”

      Logan circled around behind her and Addison felt like prey being hunted by some kind of big jungle cat. And she had the feeling she was willingly walking into his den.

      “I’m happy to take you there.”

      “Thanks,” she said, trying to force some air into her lungs. Something about him made it hard to breathe. Which was strange because she didn’t usually have that issue with men, even nice-looking ones.

      Her aim had always been simple. To conform, to please. To try and gain that elusive, impossible approval from a father who had never deserved that kind of devotion. Not from her or anyone.

      So she’d dated one man, the man she’d been expected to date since before she was old enough to even have a crush on a boy. And that relationship had been…passionless didn’t begin to cover it. It had been an obligation.

      Because Eddie was the son of one of the firm’s partners. And they were expected, she was sure, to have some kind of dynastic union. Now that she thought about it, and his behavior, she had a feeling he was as coerced as she was.

      With all that tied up in her dating life, she hadn’t really looked at men recreationally.

      Good-looking guys didn’t thrill her. Usually. This one seemed to be choking her.

      “Great, thanks,” she said. “I have some things to do.”

      “You have some work to do.”

      “Could I get a moment to set up?” she asked.

      He assessed her, his expression unreadable. Well, this was going to be a long few months. “I suppose.”

      “You’re going to be fun,” she said, “I can tell.”

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