The President's Assistant (The Bosshole, #2)

by Mia Faye

eaten. “You can thank my mom and dad for those, I’ve got killer DNA. And if they walk into a room before I do, fine. At least people are looking at me. Maybe they’ll ogle them long enough for me to get things signed and executed. Let people look at me, those who aren’t lusting after me are the ones I’m doing business with. And... you can confirm that with the last guy who tried it with me. He is still in the hospital getting his scrotum reattached.” This she said with a straight face. “But I know you didn’t call me into this job interview to discuss my breasts or to tempt a sexual harassment suit.” She pursed her face into a glare, and I fell in love. “No, as lovely as your breasts are, I didn’t. This is an ugly job; I’ll make it uglier. You’ll learn a hell of a lot if you keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. I’ll mentor you as best as I can, but you’ll be getting my coffee too and you’ll see more of my ass than you’ll want to. I’m not kind and I don’t care, I’m in this to win. I’ve just started gathering my ducks for a presidential campaign. This is our end goal, if you can help me get there, I promise there will be a nice tidy prize at the finish line. But you are going to sweat blood for me.” I wanted to intimidate because if she could brave the interview, she might have a chance of surviving me. “And if you put me in the hospital or injure my scrotum, you’ll disappear... I promise.”

This is why they tell