We head to his house. We have sex and I don't get killed. I won't say I'm disappointed I didn't die, but I was kinda expecting it after the orgasm, so...
He glances up at me. "Sure you don't want breakfast?" He asks.
I shake my head. "Just the cab."
He gives me a smile, his shirtless body making my eyes wander. And that smile...those dimples...
I have to leave before he sucks me back in again.
"Well, it was nice to meet you Jessie. And I really enjoyed our time together," he says gently, kissing my forehead.
I swallow roughly. He's not just rich I've noticed. He has class.
It's so attractive.
"Me too," I smile.
"Take care then. And take a jacket. It's cold out."
I wave, heading out as the cab pulls up. I pause.
"What's your sign?"
He frowns. "My...sign? Stop?"
I chuckle. "No. I mean your zodiac sign."
He sighs. "Oh. I don't know. But I was born in August."
"Before the 22nd?" I ask.
I nod. "You're a Leo. Can't say I really see it."
"Well astrology is merely fiction. So I can see how I wouldn't fit with a profile surmised merely from my birth month."
"But if you would like to have a more accurate profile of me, my Myer's Briggs is—"
"—There's the cab. Bye Benji!"
"Eh, it's Benjamin!" He calls after me. I wave and get in the cab.
It's kinda sad that I'll never see him again.
• • •
"Ms. Wilson, it says here you have no prior experience Administration. What makes you qualified for this position?"
I swallow. "Well, Mr. Benjamin,"
He quirks a brow.
"Mr. Percy. I'm a fast learner and I'm adaptable. I don't have experience but I'm hardworking—"
He puts his hand up. "While I appreciate the enthusiasm, we really need someone with experience. I mean like...20 years experience."
I bite my lip. "Yes sir. I understand. But I think I can help the company, not because I have experience but because I'm willing to grow and learn with it."
He purses his lips, narrowing his eyes. "How's your availability?"
"I'm open," I say breathless. "Whenever you need me."
He lips quirk up ever so slightly, as he breaths out a small laugh.
He's so effortlessly beautiful.
"That's good. And will you be willing to give up your weekends, and put in extra hours for training? It may include at home training as well?"
"Absolutely sir," I swear. "Whatever you need."
He looks down at his papers, before looking up at me.
"Then the interview is complete. We'll give you a call if we're interested in moving forward in the hiring process."
I smile, nodding. "Thank you for considering me," I say politely standing.
"I...didn't say you could go yet."
I pause. Say what now?
I turn around. He points to the chair.
"I have a few more questions, not related to the interview."
I sit down. "Will my answers impact my chances of being hired."
He smiles. "I could say no, but that's be a lie. You can't disregard information once you've heard, but I'll try."
I nod. Okay. Only good answers then. I already know what he's going to ask—
"How are you?"
White boy say what?
He chuckles, sitting back in his chair. Those dimples.
"How are you?" He repeats himself evenly.
"That's good. Did you know this was my company when you applied?"
I shake my head.
"You don't expect me to give you a job just because we had a night of very...passionate and enjoyable coitus, do you?"
I shake my head.
"Then why did you apply here?" He narrows his eyes ever so slightly.
I lick my lips. Well let's just be honest.
"Because it's 25 dollars an hour. And I'm poor."
He blinks before bursting out in laughter. "Well that's as good a reason as any! Thank you for your time and your honest answers," he grins.
I nod, standing. He watches me, saying nothing.
"Jessie?" He calls lowly.
I paused. "Yes sir?"
He smiles. "I didn't dismiss you yet Jessie."
I swallow, and sit back down. He smiles, always smiling gently, watching me across his desk.
"Sir, I don't want to take up any more of your time—"
"Be honest," he whispered. "Will you really work hard? I mean everyone puts the things on their resume that will get them hired. But will you do them? Will you really do anything? Will you really available at any time?" He narrows his eyes.
I swallow. This is about to freaky. I see it. Holy shit. I'm about to the CEO's bitch. This is beyond me.
"Anything within reason," I correct myself.
He smiles. "Well that's not anything."
"Is anything anything?" I shoot back.
He says nothing. "The company is new. We need people who are going to be like anchors, so that company, which is somewhat light, won't float away."
I nod. "Should you really be consulting me about me getting hired? Maybe talk to HR or...a hiring manager—"
"But that's just it," he smiles. "You know what they'll tell me? What your resume tells me: that you're not fit for this position."
He takes his lip between his teeth, tapping a pen against it.
"But I don't think that's true. I can't tell who's a hardworker, or a good fit from a piece of paper. But I know you more than any of those applicants."
I nod. Where the fuck is this going? I'm hungry.
"What I'm saying is, I'm going to hire you, Jessie. We'll get you started on the paper work, and you can start training. It'll be temporary until I see that you're a match—"
I stand. "Oh my goodness. Thank you so much! I really appreciate this! But...I'm not...going to do anything with you, so if that's why you're hiring me—"
He chuckles. It overpowers my question.
He stands, holding his hand out. "No. That's not why I'm hiring you. I'm hiring you because I need a hard worker. And from just a night of knowing..." he looks me over.
"Especially after a night of knowing you. I know how hard you work when you want something.