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many in my life
recently.
    “I
looked at your file and you did excellent work,” Jeremiah continued as I
stared, numb, at the top of his desk. “We would give have an excellent
recommendation for any future job inquiries.”
    At
a loss for words, unable to think what to say, I looked up and stared at the
CEO. “Why did you tell me this?” I mumbled. “Why bring me up here?”
    “Because
I have another offer for you, a job if you’re interested. I’m in need of a
personal assistant.”
    I
blinked several times, taken by surprise by the offer. I peered into his face
but it was like granite; I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. Suspicion
curled in my belly as I asked, “What kind of personal assistance?”
    “Anything
I want.”
    I
took a deep breath at the words, my mind taking me to all sorts of places
within that phrase. He couldn’t mean, surely he’s not implying what I think. But something in his eyes, despite the relaxed business demeanor, implied
it was exactly what I was imagining. His gaze promised all sorts of wicked
things – or maybe it was my mind trying to make my fantasies a reality. I
needed to be sure. “About yesterday, when we, um...”
    Jeremiah
leaned forward and rested a strong chin on his fingers. “Yes,” he said simply,
the one word answering all my questions.
    I
tried to get indignant at the proposition, tried to find some way to protest
and maintain some shred of dignity, but I was too practical. Right now I
desperately needed a job and here was an offer, and I couldn’t afford to let it
pass not knowing when I might get another. That didn’t mean, however, that I
was just going to say yes. “What are you offering?” I demanded, raising my chin
and hoping he didn’t see the flush that suffused my body. I can’t believe
I’m actually considering this!
    A
slow smile tipped one corner of his mouth. “Full benefits, a raise in pay, and
all travel expenses paid.” He wrote something on a small post-it note and
passed it over to me. “This should be sufficient for a starting salary.”
    The
sum on the note made me faint – I could have my student loans paid off in only
a few months, and have more than enough money to go back to college within a
year. My jaw wouldn’t work as I fumbled for words, unable to think of what to
say. It’s an opportunity, part of me insisted while another part, the
one that usually sounded like my parents, screamed at me to RUN! I sat
in silence a moment, pondering my options, then drew in a shaky breath. “I want
this in writing.”
    Something
told me that hadn’t been the answer he was expecting; he cocked his head
sideways and his eyes crinkled, the only sign I saw of humor. That gorgeous
face remained otherwise stoic as he nodded. “Very well,” he said, “but first I
need to interview you further for this position.” He leaned forward and set his
chin on steepled fingers. “Stand up, bend down and put your elbows on the
desk.”

 
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    I
froze, the earlier phrase anything I want echoing through my head. After
a tense moment where I warred with myself and lost, I rose to my feet and moved
toward the desk, bending down to place my elbows along the edge of the dark
wood. Nervous, I watched Jeremiah as he stood and came around the desk. “Stay
like this until I tell you to move again. How many words can you type a
minute?”
    The
question surprised me, but I’d been drilling myself lately on questions for job
hunting and knew the answer. “Eighty.”
    “What
are your strengths and weaknesses?”
    He
disappeared behind me, breaking my concentration. I could turn my head to see
him but kept my gaze on the desk as I answered the commonplace interview
question. “Attention to detail, and dedication to get a job done no matter
what.”
    A
chuckle came from behind me at the obviously rehearsed answer. “Where do you
see yourself in five years?”
    I
started to reply but was startled into silence as a hand slid up my thigh,