Chapter 12

• I exhale, trying not to look guilty.
• "Let me guess, if you won't have me interviewed by your deadline, and if you won't have an article about me, you'll bid goodbye to your internship at Lure. Correct?" He arched an eyebrow at me.
• I almost gaped when he guessed it right. Damn this guy is like a stalker or something. How'd he know about that?
• I look away from him awkwardly as I glared at him leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees as his knuckles underneath his chin.
• "We have an excellent internship program here Miss Thibault. Way better than Lure's. I don't always offer this to anyone but I can give you your own desk if you want to."
• My eyes widened when he mentioned about his company's excellent internship program. Did he just offer me to be an intern for his company or not? I'm having mixed signals from him. Shit this is something big. Way big than Lure.
• "I already have my own desk at Lure Mr. Saintclare." I answered him. Lying.
• "Why did you chose Lure?" He asks.
• Is he being serious right now? Does be really want to know all about this when he doesn't even know me yet.
• "I can see that you have a huge potential in you, why stick with a stuck up little magazine like Lure?" He grins.
• I slightly gaped at him. "I'm sorry but I don't want you badmouthing anything about Lure before me. I'm still an intern on that magazine Mr. Saintclare."
• He chuckles under his throat. "Let's admit, Lure can't compete with what I have but I will respect your decision."
• I exhale, clearing my throat. "You graduated with honors, your parents must be so proud." I changed the topic, pointing it back at him again.
• "I think every parent would be proud if their child would graduate with honors."
• I smile. "Your lucky you still have yours."
• He looks at me ruefully. "What do you mean by that? Don't you have your parents with you?"
• I breathe. "Today's not about me Mr. Saintclare. It's about you." I say sternly.
• He smiled back with his tight-lipped.
• "In spite of your huge wealth, massive success and fame, what does Benedict Saintclare still wants to have in life that he still doesn't have?" I continued to ask him so he won't ask anything about me.
• "Materially? Well... I can buy anything I want if I want to. Anytime I want to."
• "Ummm... Girlfriend?"
• He grins. "I don't do relationships Miss Thibault. I think that's not for me."
• "Why not? Everybody wants to have someone, why don't you?"
• He pauses for a while as he looks at me sternly. "How about you Miss Thibault. Do you do relationships?"
• I looked away from him the second he rubbed his finger against his chin.
• "I'm more focused on my career as of now." I answer honestly.
• "I am too. This company is like my bread and butter." He answers.
• I pulled my head up to him as he begins to say, "If ever that day will come when I'm going to fall in love with someone, I won't hold back and I will love her honestly. But as for now, work is more important to me. I wanna focus on my career like you. I'm not ready for any.... serious commitments yet."
• She'll be the luckiest as hell.
• My heart softens with his words of wisdom. It's unusual to hear those words coming from a well known wealthy manwhore like him. It's something worth writing on my article, this would definitely sell. As I look at him and as I study him from where he's sitting, I think people don't tend to see what's inside his strong metal armor because he doesn't want anyone to unveil what's beneath it.
• "Aren't you bothered about being called manwhore?" I ask, this wasn't part of the questions on my phone. But I want to ask him now that it's my only chance.
• "No. Not really." He answers calmly.
• "Why not?" I ask.
• "Because I know myself better than anyone. I'm a man, it boosts my ego and my self-esteem if they think of me like that. If they see me as that kind of person, it's not my fault."
• "It's what you tend people to see who and what you really are, that's why they call you manwhore." I kind of snapped.
• He slightly bent his head down and chuckled at himself. "It's not a sin that I love to hang out with women and eventually women loves to hang out with me too. It's a mutual feeling."
• He bore his green eyes at me making me feel my groin sweating. I lick my lips as I'm left in awe with the words he uses and in distracted, totally distracted, by his plump lips. It's one of his strongest assets too and those huge hands also makes to that list.
• "I heard you're a collector of any sorts, that's why I think you love collecting women too." I tell him but looking into his eyes. I act like I'm busy fixing the recorder on top of the table.
• I hear him chuckle. "I don't tend to collect women, Miss Thibault. If I did, I've got a long list of exes because I don't have exes as far as I can remember. And it's not my fault they come up to me begging and vying for my attention."
• I grin. "What are your other interest outside work? Aside from collecting."
• I look back at him and watched him looking back at me seriously. He looked annoyed with the collector thingy but it felt good that I asked that.
• "My interests vary, in all aspects." His answer makes me shift on my seat.
• "Being so busy with work and such, when do you even get to have a free time?" I ask, he's a busy man always has busy schedule.
• "When do I even get a free time?" He asked himself. "Weekend, per say. But I'm always loaded with work, still I make sure I have a time to have fun."
• "Hobbies?"
• "Flying my private jet, golfing, horse back riding, yachting, sailing, probably flying from one state to another for my free time. I love karate and playing polo. Partying is on top of that list." He answers impassively.
• All hobbies that a rich man would do.
• "How do you chill out after a busy schedule or after a tiring day?" I ask.
• "Great food. Great women. And of course..." I watch him look at me.
• His lips slightly grins to the side before continuing to say, "Some amazing sex."
• My eyes widened.
• Then his phone rings again.
• I exhaled heavily when he pulls it out from his pocket. "You really need to answer that." I tell him.
• "It's just a person from the board. Where were we?" He asked me.
• Sex.
• You said you chill out by having sex.
• Oh god the thought of him being naked is infiltrating my head. That can't be! Get out! Leave me alone! I don't want him to enter my thoughts. No Thea. Just because he said the word sex doesn't mean you're going to lose your focus.
• "Don't you have a board to attend to?" I ask him, worrying about his phone that is still ringing.
• He cancels it and shoves it back inside his pocket then looks back at me.
• "I'm my own man Miss Thibault. I own this company. I don't have anyone to attend to." He answers.
• "Now." His voice stern making my panty tighten more around my ass.
• "Where were we?" He asks me with a grin.
• I know that he knows where we left before his goddamn phone rang.