Hidden Royalty

Chapter 1

Nothing had gone right this morning. I spilled coffee on outfit at the bus stop and had to run back to the house and change. That's when I realized I had locked my keys in my house. By the time I crawled through a window and changed my outfit I had already missed the bus. I called for a taxi, but knew I would be late. I couldn't mess this interview up. I needed this job. I was flat broke and had maxed out all my credit cards to make it through school. Now all the loans were coming due I was desperate for a good job. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, well technically I didn't know what the opportunity was. What I did know is it paid more than any other job I could hope for.

I arrived a full ten minutes late and I was sure I had lost my chance. Then I heard a deep, rich voice call my name. "Miss Thorne I presume. My name is Vadik Petrov. I am the head of this family.". I've always considered myself quite articulate, but all I could do was stare and wring my suddenly sweaty palms. The most gorgeous man I had ever met stood in front of me. He had wavy black hair with peircing green eyes, but his body is what I was drawn to. I couldn't take my eyes off his six foot give inches of chiseled muscle. I've never reacted like this to anyone before. I was afraid I might be drooling. All I could think about was running my hands over his chest, down his abdomen. Not stopping until I reached... Miss Thorne, are you all right? Yes, and please call me Jenna, I manage to stutter out. Did you say family? I thought I was here for a job interview. "You are. As my personal assistant. It pays quite well, as you know. As such I expect you to be my side at all times. I also expect you to be on time. Will that be a problem?". I blushed at the admonishment. No that won't be a problem I reply. "Good. We leave for Russia at 6 am sharp.". He hands me a piece of paper with an address on it in anticipation of me leaving. Wait? What? Russia? I thought you lived in New York, I stammer. "No I'm just here on business.". I don't have a passport or my clothes packed. "Don't worry. Everything has been taken care of and the wardrobe is provided. Just show up at the designated place and time.". I walked out of the building with my head still reeling. What just happened? I'm moving to Russia in less than 24 hours to work as an assistant to the most gorgeous and domineering man I have ever met. I usually take my time making decisions, but what if I lose this opportunity? I decided to jump in head first and worry about the consequences later.