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You got a deal.”
    He held out his hand to me.
    I looked at Tom, and he nodded franticly – so I took the hand of Mathew Kyle for a second time. His grip was softer this time, and it lasted longer. I could feel the warmth in his hand, his pulse… and it made my own race.
    “Oh, and since Alisa made the deal, I’m sure she’ll be getting a bonus and a little time off to recoup from her hard work?”
    “Uh… Of course.” Tom said, holding out his hand.
    Kyle didn’t take it, instead he stuck an old key into the ignition and started the roaring engine of the convertible. It was getting dark.
    The billionaire saw us back to our sedan and said his farewells.
    “Oh, and Alisa! If you have any time off, you’re more than welcome to come by for lunch.”
    He winked.

Chapter Two
     
    “I want you to come work for me.”
    “What?” I blurted out.
    “You’re better than the Vice President of your company at his own job. I have a feeling I could use you, and you could use an actual salary.”
    “I… I don’t know what to say.”
    “Say you’ll take it!”
    My mind raced. Lunch with a billionaire had very quickly turned into a job offer! I couldn’t help admit that I was a little disappointed his interests hadn’t been social.
    “Here? Now?”
    “Not here. Los Angeles.”
    Los Angeles
    “Mr. Kyle… I don’t know if.” I said “It’s just that I’ve been trying to get transferred here for years, and I’m finally close. I think you might have put me over the edge, actually”
    I laughed.
    “LA is a nice town. You’d be working for me, acting as my representative there. It would be a good job, and a beautiful girl like you will fit in wonderfully.”
                  “Can’t I come work for you here?”
    I couldn’t believe my own words as they left my mouth. Was I really negotiating with one of the wealthiest, and notable unstable dealmakers of the century? Take it, Alisa, Take it.
    “This isn’t an office.” He said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t work here. Not in finance. My requirements for an assistant are different.”
    “I’m sure I could meet any requirements you have.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Why not?”
    “Well…” he said
    “It’s not that you don’t have what it takes.”
    His eyes ran up my body.
    “It’s not something I’m sure you would be used to.”
    “I’m adaptable.” I said.
    Kyle considered that for a moment.
    “I’ll tell you what. Hang out for a few days, and we’ll see how you do. But this isn’t the city, Alisa. It’s a farm. The work here is tough. The Jungle isn’t for everyone.”
    “I’ll do anything,”
    His eyes darted up at that last point, seeming to shine. His gaze was so intense , when his eyes caught mine with that intensity I felt my heart leap into my throat.
    “Anything?” he asked.
    “Anything.” I responded.
    I was cool as a cucumber on the outside, but I could feel my heart pounding a million miles a minute. Why was I so nervous?
    “Ok,” he said.
    “Thank you so much,” I said, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

Chapter Three
     
    It was 5 O’clock the next morning when the knock came at my door. I answered groggily in my pajamas to find my Kyle, already dressed holding a thermos full of coffee. His eyes inspected me curiously, and one brow shot up.
    I found myself wondering what he thought about my mocha body, it had to be different from the usually starlets and supermodels running around and subconsciously I stood up a little straighter, blushing.
    “You look ready to work?” he said sarcastically.
    “Oh” I said “Oh, uh, sorry”
    Without thinking I pulled the door shut and quickly got dressed.
    He knocked.
    “How long you going to keep me waiting?”
    “Sorry,” I said and opened the door.
    He nodded, not waiting for me to catch up before heading down the trail towards the river.
    Huffing, I caught up in a jog.
    “So what are we doing today?”
    “You.”
    “What am *I* doing today?” I