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Chapter 8 Why are you really here?

  • Taken aback by his harsh tone, I realized that he was a total stranger to me. I had met him once, but he acted like a party boy - rich and cocky womanizer type. I thought I figured him out then and there, but the intimidating person in front of me now had nothing to do with the prick with the Porsche.
  • “I had a date arranged.” I corrected, then my mind replayed the word ‘date’, and I added to correct myself. “I called. They said to come for an interview at three.”
  • “I meant that you were not invited to come inside my office.” He cleared it for me and finally walked past me, taking his place behind the desk.
  • “Oh!” I felt embarrassed as I remembered the warning from the brunette, but I was glad to breathe again. “I knocked, actually.”
  • “Did someone answer your knocking?” He stared at my soul and his glare radiated coldness like the eyes of a Husky dog.
  • Hugging my arms with my warm palms, I bent my head down.
  • Why was he like this? How am I supposed to win him for a kiss, if he is not acting as the party boy? Was this his real self and the reason why his receptionist was so obedient and formal?
  • I felt my cheeks heating and started doubting that I can do this blog challenge. This guy was famous, rich, and plain rude.
  • It was true that I did not wait for an invitation after the knock even when I was instructed to do it, but wasn’t he supposed to be easygoing and cheerful?
  • “I am sorry…” I exhaled deeply to regain my confidence, but it did not help.
  • “That is okay. You can sit there, so we can start the interview and still be done before the next candidate arrives.” He waved his hand towards the red ottoman in front of his desk.
  • Taking my place after a few loud steps, caused by my heels, I crossed my legs to prevent my panties from revealing their red color. Suddenly, I felt the need to cover all of my showing skin like this guy did not deserve to see any of it.
  • Nervously biting my bottom lip, I pushed my thoughts away to be able to concentrate on the interview and the reason why I came - to steal a kiss or at least a date with him. When I lifted my eyes towards Jason, he was inspecting me silently.
  • “I am ready.” I pulled him away from his stare, and I smiled internally, figuring that there is still hope to win him if he was eating me whole in his mind.
  • “Right!” He cleared his throat and leaned back on his comfortable chair. “Why do you want this job?”
  • My lips lifted at the edges, knowing that we reached the part where I could answer the expected questions and do as I planned. Everybody could prepare for a basic interview. I just added some Allure taste to it when I thought of how I can influence Jason Carson. 
  • “For the fun of it,” I stated, adjusting my vest to emphasize my breasts, as part of my game.
  • “Fun?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and it widened my smile.
  • “Yeah, I feel pleasure when I am helping others to feel happy. Don’t you?” I boldly asked him.
  • His eyes lingered on my bare legs for a few, but he looked away to continue with the interview when he heard the word “pleasure” coming out of my red lips.
  • “Of course. It is why I started this campaign. Many people are in need of help, and many are capable of doing that the right way. It is my way of helping - connecting both sides.” Jason explained.
  • I nodded, looking intently at him, flirting with my eyes. It was an act, as I was still shaken by his “welcoming” behavior. He grabbed a pen from a red porcelain mug, and thanks to his glass desk, I spotted a nervous tapping of his left leg. He seemed cold, but I was affecting him. After all, I knew I was his type. He wouldn’t chase me in the Mall if I wasn’t.
  • “Why do you think you are right for this job?” His voice came in the quiet room, not even the cars were audible in here.
  • “Well, I am young, in a great shape. Polite and easy to talk to. Isn’t it what a sick person needs? Someone who can bring a glass of water and their pills. Clean the house in no time, walk them outside for some fresh air. I am pretty active and can do flexible hours. I even don’t mind if someone calls me in the middle of the night, just because they felt like talking.”
  • Smiling, I told him what I memorized before going there, emphasizing “great shape” and “flexible”. After the last sentence, I bit my lips playfully and tilted my head. He was watching me with his full lips slightly opened. His cold attitude was barely there now, as he stared at me like a fool.
  • “Hmm, good to know… Miss…?” Jason scratched his forehead while bending his head above a white paper in front of him. “Miss Keller.”
  • “No, no, no--” I began to protest being called by my last name when he shot me a surprised look.
  • “You are not Miss Keller? You said you are for three a clock, is there a mistake?” He returned his attention to the list of candidates while reaching the phone on his desk.
  • “No, wait!” I made haste to place my palm over his hand before he could call for someone to clear the confusion. “It is me. I meant, do not call me Miss Keller. Amy is perfectly fine!”
  • Using all the chances I got, I was leaning a little too much over his desk, to make sure he could get a nice view of my breasts. Jason Carson, the rich CEO of whatever this company was called, was easily controlled by Allura. His eyes were glued under my chin, his jaw was wiping the floor, and I was acting like I did all that by impulse. All innocent and clean as a tear.
  • “Amy?” He repeated, clearing his throat and averting his gaze towards where our hands were connected.
  • “Yes?” I bit my lip, giving him a puppy eyes expression.
  • “I think this interview is not going the right way.” He slid his hand under mine, leaving my palm to linger stupidly over the phone.
  • Getting up from his fancy chair, he turned his back on me, facing the amazing view of the town. Thinking that I was pushing things too fast, I took my place on the leather ottoman. Confusion excited every cell I had, as I racked my brain for the possible answer to his statement.
  • “Not the right way? I thought that I came prepared.” I confessed, knowing that he meant something totally different from what I had in mind.
  • “Your answers are great! It’s just that…you…” He turned to me and his face was giving me chills, as he was all serious and formal again.
  • “There is something wrong with me?” I decided to hold on to his words, acting as I was an angel. “You don’t like me?”
  • As I played like I was offended and sad, I stood up and prepared to leave. He wouldn’t like it if I told the media that he refused to give me a job because he found me attractive.
  • It is like a sexual assault, right?
  • “Miss?... Amy!” I heard his voice coming after me before I could reach the door.
  • Turning towards him, I was a bit surprised to see his tan face dangerously close to mine. Inhaling his perfume, I was looking up at his ocean-blue eyes, allowing myself to feel attracted to his tall figure, wide shoulders, and kissable lips.
  • “Please don’t go!” He almost whispered with a demanding tone, his breath brushing my cheeks.
  • Knowing that I was in control, I played a little more to ensure my plan would work. I didn’t really care about the interview. Jason Carson could find a number of deserving helpers. I only needed him...for a night.
  • “Are you afraid that I will ruin your reputation by telling the media how you denied me a job because of my looks?” I whispered back, licking my lips.
  • My heart was racing from our proximity, foolishly imagining that I would kiss this handsome guy so soon after he was so rude to me. The adrenalin was pumping in my veins, reminding me that I was playing with fire by threatening this rich man.
  • “I don’t have a reputation to withhold.” He responded calmly, moving forward, causing me to stagger until my back reached the door. “See? People know that I like to live the way I please.”
  • My heart was about to burst out from his actions. A warm familiar sense occurred between my legs. It was a game for me, but his mood swings were as confusing as they were attracting.
  • “I am not afraid of you, Amy. Now, why don’t you tell me why are you really here?” He whispered near my right ear, creating goosebumps all over my body.
  • “Does it matter?” I swallowed, closing my eyes to enjoy his warm breath on my neck.
  • “Tell Me what you want then.” He slowly asked, his lips almost grazing my skin, traveling down towards my breasts.
  • “I… I…” I tried to force my brain to cooperate with my tongue, but I was always too easily aroused.