Internship
Maybe I should wear something else. This was too plain.
This was the best day of my life. I couldn't believe they accepted me. I want this to be an internship that I'd never forget, one that would make my dream of becoming an author possibly possible.
I changed out of the black dress into a slightly cropped sweater that hung off my shoulders, a pair of skinny jeans and my favorite pair of brown boots. It was winter here in New York but the dress code said we could wear anything we want but it had to show that we were professional. I don't have many clothes so it's hard to look professional. Hehe. I am a New Yorker who barely has professional clothes.
I changed my shoes into black wedges instead and hoped that would work.
"Okay. Let's get the show started." I said to myself, grabbed my stuff and went out the door.
. . .
When I got to the city, there was so much foot traffic i was afraid I'd be late. But thankfully I was only a little late. The building was huge but it was bigger inside, too.
There were a lot of interns here on the second floor. Most were women, only a few very handsome men.
"Miss Daw, the boss wants to see you."
I jumped when my employer, Cassandra Whyatt, walked up from behind me waring a very professional suit that hugged her huge breasts. That didn't seem to phase her, though, startling me.
Does the boss want me on my first day? Did i do something already?
"Okay," I whispered then followed her back to the elevator. The boss had the very top floor, the twentieth floor to himself. It serves his penthouse and his office. I've never seen it before, but i heard it was huge.
I wondered what other parts of his were huge. But that would be absorbed. I couldn't think of that kind of stuff. He was the creator, owner, and the boss, I'm sure he probably has a wife. Which would be very sad.
When Cassandra knocked on his office door, i was a little more than nervous. I haven't met the boss yet so I sorta had a right to be nervous though I wasn't hoping for anything to happen.
The door opened and my breath caught in my throat at the horrifyingly, gorgeousness that caught my eye. Black hair hung in light blue eyes, full, lush lips were posed in a soft smile creating beautiful dimples on his cheeks and high cheekbones. He was tall and wore a button-up rolled up to his elbows and I could tell that there was a snake tattoo on his upper arm and that he had a tattoo on his neck, from the way it was peaking from the collar of his shirt. I swallowed and looked away from his scary beauty.
He was still staring at me when he said to Cassandra, "Thank you for bringing the intern, Cassy, you may go."
"Bit sir, I.--" Cassandra fumbled.
"Goodbye." The boss said.
Cassandra tugged on her sleeves and went down the hallway, back to the elevator.
I swallowed and turned back to the boss.
"Did you have to be so harsh?" I asked.
He smiled deeper at me and my heart sped up. "I didn't mean to be so rude."
Yeah, sure he did.
I rolled my eyes. "What did you need, sir?" i asked.
"Please, come in, and just call me Zack."
"Okay, Zack."
I just wanted to punch him right now. I thought he'd be nice and kind like my sister told me when she found out I was taking an internship here.
I couldn't help but flinch a little bit when he shut the door behind me as I walked in. I felt his delicious gaze on me as he walked up behind me and whispered, "Now, let's get onto what I called you up here for."
I froze as his lips brushed my ear and then--
He pulled back just before I moaned. zack went over to the platter of red wine and scotch. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, pouring a glass of red wine. I nodded and scratched the skin of my bare collar bone. I could still feel the coolness of his breath in my ear; I wonder what he called me up here for.
I was too busy thinking of many reasons why he'd want me up here without my boss, that I didn't notice he'd already poured a glass for me. Or he was just really fast.
I took the glass. My skin tickled when his callused hand brushed my delicate hand. I took a small sip, trying to not get any of my dark lipstick on the glass and failed. He didn't seem to mind.
"What did you call me up here for?" I asked.
"well, I have read some of your stories on your resume and i think they are tremendous," Zack said and i rose a dark brow at him. "They are better than internships downstairs. What I'm saying is that I'd like to make you more official here and start working up here in my penthouse, no internship requirements."
"What?" I would have dropped my half-full wine glass if there wasn't a table next to me. I wonder which of my stories i actually put in there.
"I want you to start working for me," Zack said again.
In what type of way?
"No. No, I heard you clearly, " I swallowed, running my fingers through my hair.
"Of course, you have all the time in the world to think about it," Zack said. "I can wait."
I looked down at my shoes. My dream could come true if I said yes. . .
"Will I be able to write whatever I want?" I asked, feeling stubborn as I stared him straight into his skyline eyes.
"You can do whatever you want." He said and my intention to stay sturn was deflated with the sexy look he was giving me.
I nodded. "I'll tell you what I want tomorrow."
I walked out without saying anything else.
