Page 5 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” His voice was deep and it suited him nicely. No accent either.
Unless you’re on the menu, then no.
“I’m sure. But thank you.” I effectively ignored my inner hussy.
His charcoal suit highlighted his dark skin and looked spectacular on him. I could only imagine how nice his butt looked in those slacks without the jacket. Not that I was looking.
Fine, I had looked, but my attempt hadn’t been successful.
He nodded, then took the seat directly across from me and placed a manila folder on the table.
Crap.
I didn’t bring an extra copy of my resume. I knew I had forgotten something that morning.
Ben opened the folder and relief hit me like a tsunami. The first sheet was a copy of my resume. I was happy to see it for two reasons. One, it proved they were expecting me. And two, I forgot the extra one.
“Why don’t you start by telling me a little about yourself, Luci.”
Smoothing my hands over my skirt, I forced myself to maintain eye contact while making a concerted effort not to look constipated. Although I should’ve been a pro at these things by now, interviews weren’t my forte. I got nervous, I sweated in places I shouldn’t sweat, and I had a hard time speaking. Put me in front of a super-hot guy and it got doubly worse.
“As you can see by my resume, I have a significant amount of reception experience,” I said, keeping my voice even, cheerful.
Ben’s smile widened. “How about a little about you first. I’m more than aware of your work experience.”
“Oh.” That took me somewhat by surprise. “Like what? I mean, what would you like to know?”
“What are your hobbies? Where did you grow up? Those types of things.”
Although his voice sounded professional, there was something in his eyes that said he would prefer to know my bra size. Then again, I could’ve been imagining that because I wanted to show him my bra so he could find the size himself.
Wait.
No I didn’t.
I was no hussy.
Not like you could put a handsome man in a suit in front of me and my hormones took the reins.
Okay, they did.
That probably had a lot to do with the fact that I was single and the only orgasms I’d had in the past, oh, I don’t know, two years had been from my trusty vibrator. Well, to be honest, it had been two vibrators. I wore the first one out completely. I had always had a powerful sex drive, but I was quite adept at sating my own urges. Porn and my vibrator were my two best friends, I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
Shit.
I was mentally off topic and now Ben was staring at me, his honey-gold eyes reflecting what I could only assume was amusement. If he knew what was going on in my head, I’m not sure he’d be smiling.
I took a deep breath, let it out.
What were my hobbies? Probably shouldn’t tell him about porn and my vibrator.
So, that meant I had to go with the growing up part.
“I grew up not far from here,” I told him. “My mother’s a dentist, my stepfather’s a firefighter—he adopted me when I was six—my real father died when I was three and I don’t really remember him. I have no siblings, and they wouldn’t let me have a pet growing up, but now I live in an apartment, still don’t have a pet because I don’t have time for one, but that was up until three weeks ago, anyway.” Yes, I was a rambling mess. “Technically, right now I have plenty of time since I don’t have a job, but that’s not to say I don’t want one, because I definitely do—a job, not a pet—and as you can see, I’ve got a ton of reception experience.”
This time Ben laughed, a dark, rich sound that dripped with sexiness and made me grateful I’d worn panties.
I replayed what I’d just said in my head and realized I sounded like a total moron.
Great.
Ben leaned forward, closed the folder, then got to his feet.
Shit.
Did I seriously just blow the entire interview with one ridiculously long run-on sentence? Well, two ridiculously long run-on sentences, to be fair. I had taken a breath in there somewhere. I think.
“Is the interview over?” I asked when he stepped away from the chair.
“Certainly not.” His face was expressionless, his eyes assessing me again. “I’m going to have Mr. Parker come in. Then Langston and Landon. After they’ve all asked you a few questions, we’ll convene and let you know.”
“Oh.” Okay then. I briefly wondered why he referred to one of his colleagues as mister but referred to the other two by their first names.
“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Luci.”
“Thank you.” When he shook my hand, this time I was reluctant to let go, but I forced my fingers to release his as he once again smiled down on me.
