Chapter 1
It has been 3 days since I graduated from college. I have spent pretty much my entire life being the ‘good girl’, always maintaining my straight A’s, following the rules, and never taking time to be a young adult. Aside from a 1 night stand my senior year of high school, I don’t even have any sexual experience. My life has definitely been boring. I have an interview with Heartford & Associates today and if I manage to land the job I plan to start living my life. I am ready for adventure, excitement and to just let loose. I am sitting in the lobby waiting to be called back and I have to say, I am dressed to impress. I am a petite woman, 5’1” and only weigh 110 lbs, but I have long ash blonde curly hair that is pulled back in a french braid so that it does not hide my crystal blue eyes, well defined cheekbones and perfectly pouty lips. I have a perfect hourglass figure just like my mother did when she was young and even with my small frame, I have a large chest, 32D’s that are currently hidden beneath a gray silk button up shirt that shows enough cleavage to show it off, but not enough to be distasteful. I also have a black knee length pencil skirt with a slit that goes to mid-thigh and black strappy stilettos. I am so ready to get this interview over with.
“Ms. Casidy? Mr. Lambert will see you now.” shit…maybe I’m not ready, I stand up and enter the office with the name ‘Evan Lambert’ above it.
“Have a seat Ms. Casidy.” This man is beyond attractive. Even sitting I can tell he is tall and well built. His dark brown hair looks like he has been running his fingers through it and his brown eyes command my attention. I slowly walk to the chair in front of his desk and take a seat.
“Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity to interview for this position.” he responds by giving me a look that suggests he is already over my pleasantries and ready for me to leave.
“Your previous work history is rather…unimpressive. You may have a degree, but you lack any form of work experience in the field.” The disgust I hear in his voice is making my blood boil.
“Yes sir. It was hard to get any experience in the field when no one wants to hire me without the degree, but now that I have it, no one wants to hire me without work experience. I fail to see how I am supposed to get any experience if no one will hire me so that I can get some experience. Seems like a double edged sword if you ask me.” oh shit…me and my damn mouth.
“I see that what you lack in experience, you make up for in attitude.” A sudden knock on the door startles me, but clearly Mr. Lambert is annoyed by the interruption. “Enter.”
“Hey Evan, we going to get lunch soon?″ What the hell? Is every man in this building built like a Greek god?! This man is tall, his muscles are hugged tightly by his expensive suit, black hair pulled into a sexy little man bun and piercing blue eyes…don’t stare Danny, don’t fucking stare!
“I am about finished with Ms. Casidy’s interview. I will meet you in the lobby.” ok, he is clearly not interested in offering me a job and I am not about to sit here and be looked at like I am desperately beneath him. I rise from the chair and shoot him a pointed look.
“No, I think we are done. You have no interest in hiring me and I have no interest in being degraded for my lack of experience. I wish I could say I appreciate that you took your time to see me, but I think we both know that would be a lie. Good day Mr. Lambert.” I exit his office and as I walk by the reception desk the woman gives me an apologetic look. She must be fully aware of how much of an asshole that man is. I Make my way down the street to the small diner on the corner where my friend Carla works.
“Hey beautiful! Take a seat wherever you want and I will be right with you!” Carla shouts as soon as she sees me walk in. I head to the back booth and take a slide in.
“It is quiet here today.” Carla gives me a scolding look.
“Don’t say that! It is like walking into an ER and saying ‘it’s a slow night’ and then suddenly half the city needs emergency medical attention!” I shake my head at her and take the menu from her hands.
“Can I get a coffee, hun?” She nods at me and walks back behind the counter, grabs a coffee cup and the carafe of coffee then heads back over to me. I hear the door open and several people enter, causing me to giggle softly.
“So how did the interview go?” I roll my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“That guy was an arrogant dick. Good looking as all hell, but fuck…” She gives me her usual apologetic smile.
“Well, if they can’t see how lucky they would be to have you then it is their loss.” I finish looking over the menu and hand it back to her.
“Can I just get a club sandwich to go? I need to get back so I can finish moving my shit out of the dorm.” she nods then bends down and kisses my forehead.
“Of course. I know it is not what you are looking for, but Chaz has been looking for a few people to work at the club. It is good pay and you would have full time hours.” I sigh as I realize this may be a better option than trying to survive off a minimum wage part time job for now.
“I will talk to him tonight. Any job is better than the one I’ve got.” We both laugh as she walks back to hand my order to the chef. I watch as Carla scurries around taking orders and tending to customers and that is when I see him…the brown haired, greek god asshole in the flesh and he is looking right at me. I look away and pull out my cell, dial Chaz’s number and put the phone to my ear.
