Sicilian Shoreline

The leather seat is making my thighs stick to the couch. Could this get anymore uncomfortable I think to myself? And then I see him. Out of the corner of my eye I see a tall dark haired man, piercing blue eyes walking down the hallway.

“Don’t look don’t look don’t look.” I think to myself. I casually turn my head and notice how his hair is almost black. He has an intense look in his eyes that makes my heart beat a little faster. He turns his face in my direction. “Oh fuck!” I think. “Busted.” And I feel the blush creep up to my cheeks.

He has slight 3 o’clock shadow, and gives me a little frown. Even frustrated this man could melt an iceburg. If the seat wasn’t wet with my sweat now, it sure the heck is now. He turns away, breaking that intense eye contact with me and I tilt my head down to the ground like the little passive female he made me turn into. Now that right there is the epitome of an alpha male. He oozes confidence. And I get a light scent of aftershave and the woods. As if my body has a mind of its own I let out some primal growl. At least it was quiet but somehow I feel like he heard me as I feel eyes on the back of my head. I know it’s him. But just like that, it’s gone.

I hear my name being called, and it snaps me out of my lust induced coma.

Devons POV: God damn it, that scent of lavender and honey is overpowering. Her long hair is pulled up into a classy bun with a few blonde wisps hanging down. She is reading a magazine passing time and biting her lower lip. How I crave to pull that lip out of her mouth with my thumb and gently bite it myself. Shes dressed in a pencil skirt with a dusty blue professional top. I wonder how good she would look bent over my desk. I frown in frustration. As if on cue, she looks at me and my breath catches in my throat. “Act natural act natural.” I think. “God damn it.”

She has green eyes, the kind men drown in. Light freckles over her nose and a pouty mouth that I want to do bad things with. I need to leave now before I pick her up throw her over my shoulder and make her scream my name over and over. Who am I kidding. A woman of that class is taken. They always are.

She turns her head back down to the magazine unphased.

I pause at the front desk and ask Kerry my assistant who’s next for interviews. Kerry motions to the girl and says that lady right there, Jenna. I turn to look at her, frowning. I secretly hope she is a bimbo. There is no way I can handle her on my team for this upcoming project. I look back at Kerry and nod curtly, give me a few minutes then send her in.

I rush into my office and take a big breath, shake my head. Okay, let’s get this over with. I seat myself behind the big mahogany desk that was my fathers before he passed and started skimming through her file. Damn it, she’s going to be smart. Her references are impressive. This is going to be more difficult then I thought.

A light knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. As I call, come in, my voice sounding angrier then I wished it too. Kerry peaks her head in and says, hey, Jenna is here for her interview. I nod curtly feeling pissed off.

She walks in, smoothing her pencil skirt. I notice her curvy figure right away. I try to keep my eyes level with hers. Her back is held high, chin up with good posture, which unfortunately pops her plump breasts out even more. I clench my jaw. “Shes gotta be a bimbo” I think.

Smiling tightly she says “Good afternoon, my name is Jenna, thank you for making time for me.” Oh god I think. Snap out of it. I look at her intensely. “Why do you want this job.” I say matter of factly.

She looks a little taken aback at my abruptness but says, “I am fluent in Italian and have many connections to Italy as my father was from there. I have been managing social media and relations with other major companies such as Jet air for the last 2 years on the recent merger. When I came across the add for a social media and relations manager I looked your company up. I was drawn to the charity work you personally started when you took over for your father, although you hold a very small presence on social media which is amazing for this day and age. Your company has no bad reviews on better business bureo but I’m assuming this upcoming project with the winery in italy is making investors uneasy as it is out of your normal wheelhouse.”

I nod. “Your assumption, as bold as it is is correct. I need someone to assist me in the day to day things I need some PR.” I lean back into my chair. “It’s Going to be intense you’re gonna be working long hours so if you have a boyfriend or a husband that may not work for them.”

She looks at me confused. “No, I’m single” she says slowly, as if she’s pondering her response eyeing me carefully.

Damn it I think. I knew this girls going to be trouble and she is by far the best qualified for the job.

She waits, the Silence not bothering her. I open my mouth and then abruptly close it. Watching me intently she says “I’m a very hard worker I don’t mind the long hours and you won’t regret it. I think it’s in the company and your best interest to hire me.”

I inwardly grown but she’s right I need her for this project and hopefully with her help I can finish it sooner and then move on. Send her on her way.

“Your hired.” I say. “You start tomorrow at 8am. You’ll be shadowing me closely. I’ll grab you from the lobby.”

A bright smile erupts over her face and I can’t help but see how her eyes sparkle with glee. “Thank you” she says. “you won’t regret it!”

Jennas POV: I cannot believe I got the job. It’s going to help that he’s kind of an asshole with those smouldering good looks. I run out of the building to call my mom to let her know the good news. The phone goes to voicemail, she must be out of service. I leave a quick voicemail. “Hey mom I just want to send you a quick phone call to let you know that I actually did get the job and I start tomorrow I hope you’re doing well on your adventure! Chat soon love you.” I find my car And hop in with glee. “Time for a Starbucks” I think. The only problem with jumping from job to job on projects is that once the job is finished you’re done and you need to move to another one. There’s consistent interviews all the time. This add caught my eye, not only because I love wine, but I also love Italy and I’m hoping that maybe at some point with this we may fly to Italy. How amazing would that be? I think as I continue to daydream all the way home.