Page 156 of Wrecked
She rose, shook it. “I’m Bambi.” She batted his eyelashes at him. “Thanks for seeing me.”
He strolled to his dining room table, pulled out a chair for her, then sat at the head. “Tell me about yourself.”
As she mentioned a couple of things, he found himself mesmerized. She’d parted her hair on the side, pulled it over and clipped it, so that it trailed down her breast. She’d worn a lot of dark eye makeup, but no lipstick. Her hands were folded in her lap, her back arched, which gave him a fantastic view of her breasts. He loved how into this she was. Making her happy mattered to him. It mattered a lot.
“You don’t have any executive assistant experience,” he continued. “Do you type?”
“Absolutely,” she replied.
He did a few more general back-and-forth questions before moving the play along. “Bambi, I’ve interviewed several qualified candidates. What would set you apart from them?”
“I have an exceptional work ethic. I’m a total team player.”
He held her gaze before eyeing her breasts. “I work late a lot, so you’d need to stay here.”
“No problem.”
“I travel. You’d accompany me.”
“I can do that.”
“I’m looking for an assistant who can offer me more than a good attitude and excellent typing skills. What else would you be willing to do, to set yourself apart from the other candidates?”
“I, um, I don’t know. What were you thinking?”
“Let’s move to the sofa.”
“I’m good here,” she said narrowing her gaze at him.
“Bambi, I’ve had a very long and frustrating day,” he continued. “My company, my multi-million-dollar company had a security breach that ate up most of my day.” Pausing for effect, he raked his fingers across his whiskered chin. “I need to relax and unwind. Rather than tell me how hard you work, why don’t you show me how you can help restore my calm.”
She rose and stared down at him. “What are you asking?”
“Do you like to fuck, Bambi?”
A desperate, edgy moan ripped from her throat. “I’m not very experienced, Mr. Smith.”
He stood, peered down at her. “I like to fuck… and I do it a lot. If you want to be considered for this job, I’m going to need you to show me what you can do for me, outside of taking a typing test.”
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“If our interview goes well, I’ll pay you a hundred grand a year, plus a substantial bonus. All you have to do is accommodate my overactive libido.” He placed his hand on the zipper of her dress. “I’d love to see those fantastic tits of yours.”
Her breath came out in a whoosh. “You’re a pig.”
“A very, very horny one.”
She stared into his eyes for so long, he wanted to ask her if he was going in the wrong direction. But he knew she’d redirect the role play if she didn’t like it.
“You can see yourself out if—” he began.
“I’ll do it,” she groaned out.
“Do what?”
“Let you fuck me.”
“Smart decision, Bambi,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to come inside your hot little snatch.”
