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The Interview?

Tara booked another wax session for today and honestly, it was much better this time, but just in case I took the whole day off so I wouldn't be as sore. I had been staring at Ethan's business card in my hand for over an hour, turning it back and forth as if some magical message would appear and give me the answers I'd been searching for. Was this really a good idea? Why did he want to help me? Would working for his brother mean I owed him something?

I finally threw it on my side table and fell back onto the bed. My head was swimming with so many thoughts that I suddenly felt dizzy. I closed my eyes for a minute and then I heard my phone buzz with a text message. Groaning with irritation I grabbed it only to see the one name I didn't expect to come across my screen.

Ethan: Brittany, I know I asked you to call me Monday about that job offer but unfortunately I'll be out of town on business. Is it possible for you to meet me tonight at the restaurant for Raphael to meet you?

Me: Yes I can. What time and what's the address?

Ethan: I'll pick you up for 7:30.

Me: Ok

I placed the phone on the bed but couldn't comprehend our conversation. Was this a lame attempt at asking me on a date? There's no way he would do that, besides he doesn't look like the type to care enough to take women to dinner before he fucks their brains out! I gasped at my own words. Get it together Britt, it's literally an interview, but if it isn't, you better be prepared!

OMG! I needed to talk to Tara and see what she thinks. What if it does turn into something more? I mean he did kiss me at the frat party, and it was the most amazing kiss I have ever had but his regret afterward had me second-guessing his intentions. I shook my head, sending those thoughts out of my mind. I could never be enough for a man like him, he practically exuded confidence in every way and that was something we did not have in common. Sure, I never held my tongue but I used it more as a defense mechanism rather than confidence and for some reason, I felt like he could see right through my attempts.

I walked to Tara's bedroom for advice and once I reached her door I almost turned around and went back to my room but she heard my footsteps coming and opened it with an inquisitive look on her face.

"Britt? Are you ok?" She asked.

"No," I replied then huffed and turned around, stomping back to my room.

She followed me and sat down next to me on the floor. "Talk!" As she folded her arms across her chest telling me she wasn't going away.

"Ethan asked me to dinner to meet the chef I might be working alongside, that is if I take the job."

She looked at me in confusion like she was missing something. "Wait, what? Job? He offered you a job? This is great, right?"

"No. I mean, yes. Ugh, I don't know! All I know is he offered me a job at his brother's restaurant then asked me to call him Monday but now he will be out of town so he asked me to go with him tonight to see the chef."

"So he asked you on a date?" She asked in a confused tone.

"No. But I need something to wear and I don't have a lot of time to get dressed so what do you have in mind?"

She looked me up and down then ran out of the room and down the hall. She returned a few minutes later with one arm full of clothes and the other holding several pairs of shoes. I helped her place them all down and watched as she held each one up to me and made a face until she reached a little piece of green fabric that looked like it could fit a barbie doll. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she placed the small piece of spandex against my body.

"Ugh, is this a skirt?" I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

"No dear, this is a dress. A dress that says, touch me, big boy."

I felt my face turn red after she said it and immediately knew this was not what I should wear tonight. "Tara! I'm not wearing this. First of all, I'm supposed to lose my virginity in three weeks and second of all he's not interested in me like that so why dress so proactively if I can't do anything with him?"

"Quit being such a prude, Britt. Just because you got approved doesn't mean you have to go through with it, especially if something does happen between you and Ethan. Think about it, you've already had dirty dreams about him, kissed him, and have some sort of relationship with him so would it really be that bad if it did?"

I never thought of it like that and to tell you the truth every time I was around him I wanted to drop to my knees and be a good little girl waiting for my reward. Damn right you do girl! Did I really just say that? What is happening to me? I have one dirty dream and she automatically assumes it was about him. Because it was and you know it. No, I don't know who it was about because I was blindfolded, remember?

"Tara this whole situation is very complicated. What if Ethan and I become something and he realizes I'm not good enough for him. It would break me and I'm not ready for that. I can't be hurt again."

I grabbed a dark green dress from her pile and headed to my bathroom to change. My hands were trembling wildly while I fumbled with the zipper and after the fifth time of trying to get it loose, I threw it on the countertop in frustration. I leaned over the sink and stared into the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back at me, when Tara knocked on the door.

"Need some help?"

"Please." I said in an apologetic voice.

She opened the door slowly as if she were afraid I would slam it in her face then stepped inside and picked up the dress. She grabbed some soap and ran it along the track of the zipper then tugged it up and down a few times before handing it back to me. "The zipper sticks a little."

"I'm sorry, Tara. I'm just really nervous about tonight. I don't want to mess this up because it's an amazing opportunity for me but I also don't want him to think I'm one of those girls who owes him something because he gave me this job."

"I don't think he is like that, Britt. I mean he seemed pretty into you at that party and that was before he offered you the job. Maybe he really does like you but he's holding himself back."

The thought had crossed my mind briefly once before but I could never be enough for him. He's a control freak and I am not the type to do whatever a man says. That's not what you said a little while ago! Besides, you know you would do whatever he asked you to especially if it was sexual. Oh shut up!

I hung the dress on the door and stepped into the shower trying to ease the ball of nerves that had settled in my stomach. This could be the beginning of my career and if I didn't keep my head in the game I could very well mess it up before it even began. After my shower, Tara fixed my hair into an elegant French twist and finished off my makeup with a sophisticated cat-eye look and dark lipstick. She helped me into the dress and zipped it up then handed me a pair of nude pumps, pearl studs, and a matching choker.

Once I was dressed I took one last glance in the mirror and grabbed a clutch for my things. The doorbell rang and Tara shot out of the room to answer it. My heart rate suddenly increased when I heard his deep, seductive voice from the living room as he and Tara made pleasantries. I took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen making sure not to fall in these dangerously high shoes.

I rounded the corner and nearly fainted at the sight before me. There he stood in a navy blue suit with a white shirt and camel-colored shoes. His body filled it out perfectly and I couldn't help but check him out. His eyes lit up when I finally reached his and he had a sexy smirk plastered across his face.

"Brittany you look beautiful."

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks and barely whispered "Thank you" before I glided across the floor towards him.

We talked for a few more minutes before he opened the door and led me outside to his car. Once we were in he drove us downtown to the garden district and stopped right in front of a glamorous looking restaurant with a patio area surrounded by gas fire pits. The ambiance was calm and relaxed but with a twist of fun as a one-man band played music for the guests. A small corner bar with four stools seemed to be the center of attention as the bartender mixed drinks skillfully while tossing bottles into the air and catching them before pouring the colorful liquid into several sugar-rimmed glasses.

I had completely forgotten why I was here until I felt Ethan's hand on the small of my back guiding me towards the entrance. "Don't worry, you'll get a complete tour!" He said as he winked playfully.

I was in awe of his carefree mood and couldn't help but flirtatiously say "Yes, sir!" making his grip on my back tighten and his eyes darken.

"I'm sorry." I said immediately then looked down at my feet.

"Those two words are probably the sexiest thing you could ever say to me. Don't apologize for it."

I pursed my lips together and walked faster inside the door as he followed closely behind me. My body had instantly reacted to his words and I had to squeeze my legs together to relieve the throbbing sensation threatening to creep up my body and escape my mouth in the form of a desperate moan. My nipples were painfully hard and I knew he could tell he had affected me because he leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Control yourself before I have to take you back home and do it for you!"





What do you think will happen? Is it a date or an interview?

Britt has a lot of thinking to do! Should she really wait for her dream night or should she let Ethan show her how amazing it could be?
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