Salome’s POV
““You are not dressed for a job interview, Liv,” Tabitha said the second I stepped onto the grass.
I looked down at my simple athletic gear — hair in a ponytail, barely any makeup. Practical. We were at a driving range, not a nightclub. Tabitha, on the other hand, looked like she’d stepped off a runway in a pale yellow golf dress that caught the morning sun.
“I’m here to find work, not a husband,” I told her.
“Men use their eyes first, honey. That’s just how the world works.”
“If Jeremiah Shawn wanted a pretty face at the front desk, that chair would’ve been filled months ago. He wants someone who can do the math.”
“You can be smart and look good at the same time. They’re not mutually exclusive.” Her grin turned predatory. “I brought a spare outfit. We’re the same size.
