"Miss Davis, why are you here?" He sat behind the desk, his elbows resting on the rich wood, his fingertips touching, and his dark eyes, barely tolerable of me... He was the hottest man I'd ever seen, and I had dated a Rockstar, a basketball player, and a pilot, who were, in my opinion, all tens. "I need a job." He picked up my resume, skimmed through it quickly, then set the folder on top of his desk. "I have a proposition for you." "But..." "Miss...