Get To Me (8th Sin #1) by Holly Hood Read Free Book Online

fingers together. “I’m in the business of buying and selling property. I am currently looking for an assistant to help with various task.”
    “I don’t know a thing about real estate,” I say as I push my hair behind my ear, “but thank you for considering me.”
    “I think you’re more than capable of giving into my demands.” He presses his lips together.
    “Jackson—
    “And this job pays.” He sits forward. “You can still work here one day a week if you want. I could use someone like you.”
    “Like me?” I don’t even know what makes me right for the job.
    “You’re intelligent and witty. You are extremely efficient and fast. It’s a no-brainer.”
    I bite down on my lip studying my fingernails. ”As great as that sounds I feel kind of uncomfortable.”
    “No strings attached--I promise.” He swivels his chair. “Did I make you uncomfortable the other day?”
    I shake my head. “No, that’s not it. The thing is…there is someone I’m sort of into at the moment, and I don’t…you’re really attractive.” There I laid it out there. Honesty is the best policy.
    I don’t think he can smile any bigger. He touches his face and pauses before he says. “So, do you want the job or not?”
    “Yes, I still want the job.”
    He stands up. “Great. We can start tomorrow.”
    “Okay.” I stand up. ”I guess I’ll get back to work.”
    “Take the rest of the day off.” He slips a hand in his pocket checking the time. “Or better yet. Let me take you to lunch.”
    “Jackson.” Calling him Jackson seems natural. He’s not the typical stick-up-his-ass boss. Besides, he’s a young man with perfect hair, killer teeth, and piercing blue eyes.
    “We can call it a celebratory lunch for your new position.” He flashes his pearly whites.
    I sigh. “Fine. But nothing more than that.”

Chapter 9
     

I don’t think an outdoor pub is the kind of place I expected Jackson to take me, and I’m impressed. He could have taken the opportunity to impress me by taking me to a fancy restaurant.
    “Can I start the two of you off with something to drink?” the waitress asks. She takes her time eyeing Jackson--really checking him out. “Maybe an appetizer?”
    Jackson returns the menu between the salt and pepper shakers and the napkin dispenser. “Beer. Whatever you have is fine.”
    I raise an eyebrow skimming down the menu. “Iced tea, please.”
    She nods politely and focuses on Jackson again.
    “With lemon,” I tell her, drawing her away from sexually assaulting Jackson with her eyes.
    “Do you want to try some oysters or crab cakes?” Jackson touches his chin.
    I shake my head. “I’ve never had an oyster, and I hate seafood.”
    He drops a hand down on the table, his mouth going slack. He looks at the waitress. “Bring us both.”
    “No.” I shake my head. “There is no way I am eating that.”
    “Where is your sense of adventure?”
    I make a face. “Believe me, I have one. It’s just not fond of seafood.”
    Jackson’s not buying my distaste of seafood.
    Ten minutes later, the waitress comes back. She carries the tray high and proud and comes to a stop at our table. “Here are your crab cakes.” She sets the first plate down. “And oysters.”
    I drag a hand through my hair.
    “Enjoy.” She winks at him and then leaves.
    Jackson slaps his hands down on the table excited. “I promise you, these are the best in town.”
    “Is that why you brought me here?” I grab a napkin in anticipation of the vomit that’s sure to come. I look over my options, wrinkling my nose. “I guess I’ll try the crab cake.”
    Jackson lifts a fork and cuts off just enough for me to try. I wait for him to hand over the fork but instead he insists on feeding me.
    I slap his hand. “You are not feeding me.”
    He smirks. “I so am.”
    “Do you like torturing me?” I raise an eyebrow closing my eyes and opening my mouth. And I wait for it. But nothing happens. “What are you