7. Mystified by the Billionaire

I worried my lip anxiously as I paced around my living room. Josh's name was selected on my phone and my thumb hovered over the call button. Nervousness washed me. But I needed that job, so I needed to get my act together, put lust aside and focus on what was important. Taking a deep breath, I sent off the call. His phone rang out until his voicemail chipped in.

I didn’t leave a message, but tried again. This time he answered on the third ring in the briefest of tones, "Speak."

"Josh?"

"You called me. Get to it."

Sheesh. Was he always this grumpy? "Um, it's Dalia..." Need I say more? He'd know exactly why I was calling, right?

"Dalia," he said in a softer, less annoyed tone. "I thought you'd changed your mind."

"No, I didn't. I didn’t want to call over the weekend… I just figured a better time to call about this, uh, interview would be a weekday. "

"Using the terms weekdays and weekends are for teenagers and loafers. I work whenever there is work to be done and I sport whenever my lif