I shook my head. "I'm not much of a tea drinker." I noticed that she appeared to distrust that, and I suppressed a smile.
"What do you do, Kim? Not for refreshments." Sam chuckled. "For a living."
I supposed it was the witching hour, the time to mesmerize her. I stared deeply into her eyes noting that one was blue while the other was a more prominent shade of gray.
"Sam, I need an assistant to help me with my personal as well as my professional affairs." I willed her to listen, to be honest, and later—if needed—I would will her to forget.
Paul watched quietly from the other side of the breakfast bar.
"Sam, I need to ask you some questions first and then I will give you more details about the position, okay?"
"Yes, that's fine," she responded easily. She took well to the suggestion
