Chapter 5 CHANCE

• 5
• CHANCE
• "We rushed here as soon as we got your text!" Kylie rushes inside as soon as I opened the door for them.
• I laugh. "It's good to see you too." I say as I closed the main door then walked with them to my bed.
• "How'd it go?" Jonah asks.
• "Not what I expected it but good." I answer her while I finish my earring.
• "Deets. Now." Kylie stares at me.
• I walked closer to my bed and I was torn on what I should wear. My towel was wrapped around me and my hair was still undone.
• "Help me on what to wear." I tell them.
• "Holy shit! Did he ask you out for a date?! Right away?!" Kylie worried.
• "Girl at least be hard to get." Kylie smacks my arm.
• "What?" I gaped. "No he didn't."
• "Then what's all of this?" Jonah arches her eyebrow at me.
• "He gave me a chance to interview him again. The first time was only ten minutes. So he told me to me come back to his office again today by three. That's why I need to make a good impression because the first one totally sucked." I tell them while I picked up two blouses from my mattress.
• "So... Help me dress presentably. The lace or this red one?" I questioned.
• "Show some cleavage so pick the lacey sleeveless." Kylie answered indirectly at my question. "But bitch he really gave you a second chance to interview him. Not like Ben Saintclare at all."
• I groan. "Kylie don't misinterpret him. Maybe he's just being nice."
• "He's not nice. Unlike his father who is, Ben's a total opposite. He's mean and a cold heartless businessman. He thinks big of himself because he knows he is that's why he turns down every single reporter for.interview. He even turned down our scheduled interview with him because he was on a business trip." Kylie tells me.
• Kylie works for Rage, a fashion magazine just like Lure. It's been her dream to become a part of Rage that's why she took her internship there.
• "To think we scheduled that interview with him one month before the exact date. But you... You got a second chance to talk to him." Kylie adds.
• "That must mean something." Jonah nudges at me with a smile.
• "Yeah, he probably just wants to get into your pants." Kylie answered Jonah.
• I roll my eyes at her. "But I won't let him use me for sex." I said firm.
• "He's irresistible. Even looking at his pictures, I know you can't say no to him. What more if he's in front of you?" Kylie arched an eyebrow at me.
• But she's right. Benedict is hot.
• "You know how I badly want this. I want to focus on my internship right now and I want to have a good impression to Mrs. Vicky. I need this. I don't have time for men, most especially if it's a man with a lifestyle like Benedict Saintclare." I say to them.
• Jonah laced her arm on me. "Okaaaay Miss Defensive."
• "I'm not being defensive. It's called having a dream to secure my future. There's a difference." I snapped.
• "Point taken. But we all know that you will make it. You're a go-getter. You're best at this and Kylie too." Jonah encourages me as she rested her head on my shoulder.
• Kylie smiles. "Exactly. So show that mean bitch that you can have an article about Ben Saintclare that nobody from them had ever done before. Shove it to her ass."
• We laughed together.
• "But piece of advice? Don't stare into his eyes. I mean you can stare at it, but not too long. I heard his eyes are one of his strongest asset. One look and you'll want to make him take your clothes off of you." Kylie speaks.
• "His eyes are really beautiful green gems." I muffled, I try to imagine how lovely they look when he looked at me.
• She smacked my arm, pulling me out of my imagination of Benedict. "See? I just told you not to get deceived." She nags.
• I rub my arm. "Ouch! And by the way I wasn't getting deceived. I was just saying his eyes are beautiful gems."
• Jonah smiles at me. "But let's be serious guys, he is hot. That's a fucking fact. I mean every woman who met him and encountered with him would say that. And if I ever get to meet him, I'd ask him to hang out with us."
• "Same. I would love to use him and let him use me." Kylie smiles evilly.
• I snorted. "I doubt he'd want to hang out with any of us. I read online that he wants his women super sexy and beautiful. I've looked through his ex-women. They're really on fire."
• "We are super sexy. And on fire." Kylie pulled my towel and leaves my breasts out in the open.
• "Ky!" I snapped, tugging back my towel but it's no use so I let her have it.
• "Look at Bonnie and Clyde." She loves referring my boobs with names. "Mr. Benedict would definitely salivate at that." Kylie encourages me.
• "No doubt. I'd bet he'd want to lick and suck it." Jonah added.
• I gaped. "Jo!"
• She chuckles with Kylie.
• I quickly put my strapless bra on and fixed myself. "He won't have a piece of me. Never." I snapped.
• "Attagirl! Promise me you won't get acquainted with him. He's dangerous. He has tons of women that would kill you if you'll be his new prey." Kylie warns me.
• I smile, "You don't need to warn me Kylie. I don't even wanna get to be near around him after this article is done. I know his kind and he won't ever fool me. I'll go there for work and this is for my future. I will interview him whether he'll like it or not."
• "But what if he'll ask you out in return to let you interview him?" Jonah asked out of the blue.
• I froze.
• She has a point. What if Benedict would have that in mind? What if he'll let me interview him again only if I'll allow on a date? But then I laughed at myself. Thinking of ridiculous things like that. No, he wouldn't even think about that. I don't qualify to be on his list and I don't wanna be a part on that list. I'm not his type and I just try to force myself that he's not hot even though he is. He won't even like a woman like me with a horrible past like mine.
• "He doesn't like me. And if that's the case then I'll lose the internship than to go out with him." I answered confidently.
• "But Lure Magazine is what you've always dreamed of interning on." Kylie bothers me.
• I groan. "Okay maybe one date if he will persist but I need to get my article done by tomorrow so I need to double time."
• I glanced at my watch. "Shit I'm running late. Uhhhh, help?"
• Kylie and Jonah began to help me in picking my top. They were the ones who fixed my hair too. They're too supportive of this because they know I want this article so bad to impress Mrs. Victoria. If I get a good remark from her, she will hire me as an employee after I graduate. I'll be a regular at Lure Mag. That would be a dream come true. This article about Benedict Saintclare would be my key to a new start with Mrs. Icky Vicky.
• By two forty-five, I finally arrived again right outside the tall building of Saintclare Enterprises. I strut my way in to the lobby with my chin up, I'm more proud of what I'm wearing that a while ago. I'm now in my white skintight pants, white laced sleeveless that showcased my cleavage with a dark red blazer over it pairing it with my red stiletto. My strawberry blond hair was hanging lose past my shoulders and everyone's attention were on me as soon as I walked up to the information desk.
• "Hi. Thea Thibault for Mr. Benedict Saintclare." I say with a smile.
• I know she remembers me, "Weren't you here this morning?" She asks.
• "Yes. Mr. Saintclare told me I should come back by three." I answered.
• She nods and instructed me to proceed to the top floor. I hop into the see-through elevator and felt my heart jumping out from my chest. I have interviewed him a while ago but why does he still makes me feel this way? I exhale through my mouth once I reached his floor. As soon as the doors opened, I headed out of the elevator and saw Coral and her minions still taking that endless continual calls.
• "I'll call you back in a moment. Thank you." Coral hangs up right away when she saw me so I walked up to her desk.
• "Hi. I came back to meet Mr. Saintclare."
• She looked at me from head to toe with her eyebrow arching at me. Envy the blazer bitch, it's Burberry. Kylie lent it to me. I grin at her, my blazer sure did caught her attention for sure. She looks back into my eyes and faked a smile.
• "Mr. Saintclare is still talking to some investors over the phone. I will inform him once he's done. Have a seat." She gestured to the row of chairs again.
• I smiled and walked away. She didn't offer me anything to drink anymore I like a while ago. I settled myself down all alone on these row of chairs. I stare at my feet, it's not converse anymore. I smile as I felt happy with what I wore this time than a while ago. At least I'm now presentable in front of him.
• By exactly three in the afternoon, Coral final stands from her seat and walked up to the frosted glass door. Finally she's going to inform Benedict that I'm here. I've been here for fifteen minutes now. I don't wanna waste any more minutes. I've got shitload of stuff to ask him. It's my first full story. I'm planning a three pages, four -- hell, five pages article about him depending on how much information I'd get from him.
• She slightly opens the frosted glass door while I look at her past my shoulders. She smiled before saying, "Mr. Saintclare, your three o'clock is here. Shall I send her in?"
• I can't hear a reply because my heart is pounding fast again. I'm anxious about how my outfit will impress him.
• Wait what?
• Impress him?
• You're not here to impress him Thea. You're here for work! For your goddamn internship to be saved. Focus! Don't have other intentions. I scolded myself.
• Coral comes out again and calls me over to the door so I stand from my seat with my hear beating loud against my chest. Oh God, please let it be right this time. I mean. I'm already dress to impress. I'm ready. So no mistakes this time please? I need him for my article.
• I marched my way to his frosted door and once I'm inside in lair again, I felt my heart even pounding harder. I feel intense shivers racing from the top of my spine down to my tailbone. I feel a prick of dread even though I have already met him. Well, a while ago was just ten minutes and this time it's an hour. How long will an hour be when I'm inside his office with him?
• Oh god, my poor heart.
• He sits there, comfortably in his huge white chair, leaning back with a pose deceptively casual. Fuck, he's just sitting there and he's already gorgeous. Like a cutout supermodel from a magazine.
• "Miss Thibault." He greeted.
• I watch him with mounting awe.
• "Mr. Saintclare," I finally mumbled. Recovering from the fact that I'm already dressed right in amid such polished luxury.
• He's staring back at me, quite puzzled as his eyes scans at what I'm wearing.
• "At least you don't look like a while ago." He commented.
• I knew he was staring at what I'm wearing. He begins to stand from his chair and walks away from his desk.
• I gulped.
• He continued to walk to his sitting area and gestured to me to follow him so I did. I take a seat on the grey couch and he takes the couch across mine.
• "Clock is ticking Miss Thibault. Might as well shoot." He reminded me.
• My eyes glued at his Emerald deep-set eyes but then I remembered not to get attached to those eyes. So I landed my eyes at his lips. Oh god I just had to look at it. They're like a pair of sweet cherry. His lips liked soft, sensual, plump and pinkish. The kind of lips Kylie would call it as edible.
• "Thank you for seeing me again Mr. Saintclare." I say.
• "Benedict is fine." He answers.
• It's just a couple of minutes and I feel my armpits already sweating with him being this close to me.
• And God, is that his perfume?
• I love his scent. It makes me horny.