Page 6 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
My brain suddenly conjured up an image of me on my knees and…
Oh.
My.
God.
I’d completely lost my mind.
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By the time Mr. Parker—Justin—strolled into the conference room, I had managed to battle back the blush that heated my face when Ben was on his way out. I knew this because I had glanced at myself in the reflection of the table and it appeared I was as pale as I had been when I walked in the office.
Not that that would be the case once Mr. Parker began talking, but at least I got a clean slate to start from.
He didn’t remain standing for long, so I only had a few seconds to take in the dark blue suit that emphasized his navy-blue eyes. He was taller and broader in the chest than Ben was, narrower in the hips as well, but I couldn’t confirm on the butt because he, too, was wearing a jacket.
“I see you’ve held a multitude of jobs over the years.”
“That’s true,” I agreed.
“Was there one that held your interest more than the others?”
I thought about that for a moment, then shook my head. “No, Mr. Parker, not that I can recall.”
“Please, call me Justin.”
Okay then.
“So, Luci, tell me a little about your experience at”—he opened the folder and skimmed the extensive list of companies I’d worked for—“um…Super Cuts?”
I smiled because this was the easy part. “I worked there for about three months as a receptionist back when I was just out of college. I answered phones and scheduled appointments. Sometimes they had me sweep the floor if I had nothing else to do.”
Did I say easy?
I really meant lame because now that I heard myself, I was no longer wondering why no one was hiring me. Any idiot could work as a receptionist at Super Cuts if they were solely responsible for answering the phone and sweeping the floor. Sheesh.
Yes, Justin. I’m an idiot. But I take orders well.
I forced my mind not to wander because I felt Justin’s eyes on me and I didn’t want to imagine him ordering me to go to my knees.
Fuck.
I was completely out of control.
Someone shoot me now.
Before I could think of anything else to add, Justin leaned forward, closed the folder, then got to his feet.
Son of a bitch.
I was on a roll this morning.
Although Ben had assured me I would be meeting with all four of them, I wasn’t sure that was the case any longer. After all, I had heard myself. I made eye contact with the handsome Justin and asked, “Is the interview over?”
“Not yet, no. I’m going to send Landon and Langston in. Once they’ve run through their questions, we’ll meet and then let you know.”
Okay, good. So that was still the plan. I felt a little better. Granted, this interview was a bit strange what with the lack of questions or details, but I figured I couldn’t complain. They hadn’t booted me out yet.
“Thank you for meeting with me.” I shook his hand when he offered.
“My pleasure.” He pivoted, then slipped out of the room.
“Okay, Luci. Time to make like Stella and get your groove on.” I was no longer worried about the cameras overhearing me talking to myself. Wasn’t like I could look more like an idiot than I already had.
I glanced over at the counter, noticing the bottles of water. Glass bottles. Fancy ones. The kind no one really drank, but they set out so they looked like they had class and money.
Not that I was doubting that these guys had either, but…
The door opened and I turned to see Landon and Langston coming in. Their suits were a conservative black, shirts a crisp white. Landon’s tie was a deep burgundy while Langston’s was a shimmering royal blue. They looked nice, professional. Sexy.
Langston grabbed one of the glass bottles of water and unscrewed the top before taking a sip, disproving my theory that they were only for show.
Landon sat down in the chair across from me and Langston perched his hip on the cabinet behind him. Both men seemed to be observing me intensely. I fought the urge to squirm under the scrutiny of their gazes. It wasn’t easy, especially when my eyes met Langston’s. There was something about that man, something that made me think of smoking-hot sex.
Finally, Landon spoke. “What makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”
He had the type of deep, raspy voice that single women wanted to hear whispering in their ear moments before they were rocketed into the ether riding the waves of an intense orgasm.
Yep. Flip me over. I’m done.
Landon’s dark eyebrow lifted and I realized he was waiting for me to speak.
“Well…” I smiled, then my mouth ran away from me when I blurted, “I’m not sure how to answer that since I haven’t the faintest clue what the requirements are.”
