Fancy Shayne sat outside the closed door and wondered for the fifth time what in the hell was she doing here. Sure, the job read perfect in the paper but did she really want to apply for it. The Tycoon Club money was excellent. However, if she landed this job she could quit the club and save up money faster.
Wiping her sweaty palms down the front of her pants, she tried to calm down her racing pulse. It wouldn’t do her any good to show him how nervous that he made her. She was here to land this job not drool all over the man who was about to interview her. Headley was so wrong thinking she would get the job just because he knew her. Hell, half the time he wouldn’t even speak to her when he walked past her in town. Why would he invite her to live under the same roof as him?
No, this was a mistake. She had to get out of here before she made a huge ass out of herself. Standing up, Fancy was about to head for the entrance when the door opened in front of her. She froze to the spot as the man she had a Texas size crush on filled its doorway.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Shayne,” Maxwell Reed said. “I was on the phone. Why don’t you come on in and we can get this interview started?”