To my surprise, she pauses. I don’t know why I’m going to say what I’m going to say next. I suspect it’s because I’m thinking with my dick instead of my brain. I should just let her walk out of here, but Jamie would be upset with me. And, for the first time today, I’ve seen something in Olive that I think could be developed into a more confident woman with just a little help. And I know just what she needs to do that. She could become my pet project, and just maybe, I can show Jamie that I’m not such a bad guy. That, if things don’t work out between her and her baby daddy, then she should give me a second chance.
“I’ll give you a real interview, just like everyone else.”
“And you’ll stop talking about fucking me and being an asshole in general to me?”
I take a step forward until I’m invading her personal space. “I’ll stop talking about fucking you, and I’ll try to behave more like your boss instead of an asshole.”
“Good. I’ll see you for my interview…”
“Tomorrow,” I answer.
“Tomorrow. If you need anything taken care of today, let me know. It was nice speaking with you, Sean,” she says.
She extends her hand, but she’s not paying attention to how close we are, and she grazes across my dick that is hardening more each second.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, retracting her hand.
I laugh. She almost made it out of here without apologizing.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Porter.”
She turns and walks out of my office without looking back.
I smile to myself as I walk back to my desk chair and picture what it would be like to bend her over my desk and fuck her here. How pink would her cheeks get? Has she ever been fucked properly by a man? Or is she secretly one of those quiet, insecure girls who becomes a fierce tiger in bed?
I promised I wouldn’t mention fucking her again, but I didn’t promise not to think about fucking her.
And that’s how I get through the shit-ton of emails I have—by envisioning her naked ass up in the air as I bend her over the desk.
4
Olive
I sit nervously at my desk as I watch Floyd enter Sean’s office. Floyd is the last person to interview before it’s my turn, which means I only have fifteen, maybe twenty minutes tops, until it’s my turn to interview. Most of the interviews have taken less time than even that. If I’ve learned anything from watching Sean interview, it’s that he is quick and efficient, most likely because he’s already made up his mind of who’s going to get the job. If I had to guess who Sean is going to pick, it’s going to be Floyd. The other women who applied don’t really have the skills for the job or the boobs to make hiring someone with a lack of experience worthwhile.
Floyd is my only real competition. And who am I kidding? I’m no competition for Floyd. The fact that I know more about this company than anyone else other than Jamie doesn’t mean I’m qualified for the job. I’m nothing but an assistant. An assistant who’s never been promoted and who doesn’t have any real responsibilities—at least, not on paper. There’s no way that Sean’s going to hire me, no freaking way.
I already spent most of my evening looking at the classifieds, trying to find a job that would be a step up and provide me with a lot more opportunities for growth. But, so far, nothing. At least nothing that doesn’t require a college degree that I don’t have. It means that I will continue being an assistant.
Besides, with all my talk about quitting, I would have a hard time doing that to Jamie. Despite the fact that she’s
never promoted me, we are good friends, and I know that she’s counting on me to make sure that Sean doesn’t fuck up her business. I’ll stay for the year and maybe take some college classes or something on the side. I’ll learn all that I can, and then I’ll be better prepared to find a new job when Jamie comes back.
I look down at the blue blouse that I bought to go with the black skirt. I just bought the outfit last night, so I could look my best for this interview for a job that I know I have no chance of getting. I sigh as I undo the top two buttons on my blouse. I know I have no experience and that I have no shot at getting the job. Well, that’s not true. My only shot is to look sexy as hell and to convince Sean to give me the promotion because he wants to keep looking at me every day, not because he thinks I’m the most qualified. My only shot is to make him think that he has a chance at sleeping with me even though he has no shot.
I try to focus on answering emails while I wait for my turn to interview. But I can’t focus, just like I haven’t been able to focus all morning. I shouldn’t feel anxious. There’s nothing to be worried about. After the interview is over, I’m going to be no better off but also no worse off. Sean already doesn’t think well of me, but Jamie will never fire me.
My heart stops when I see the door to Sean’s office open. I watch as Floyd exits with a large smile on his face. I glance down at my computer to see the time. Ten minutes. He was in there for ten minutes. That’s five minutes less than everyone else’s previous interviews. So, if I can keep Sean talking for ten minutes, maybe I’ll have a chance. Should be easy, right?
I nod at Floyd as he passes, but he just gives me a smirk and then walks off, like he knows he has the job in the bag. I close my laptop and then take a minute to straighten out my skirt and blouse one last time. I decide to really go for it and unbutton one last button, making sure that my lace bra pokes through just enough beneath the blue blouse.
Then, I stand up. I walk over to his office and knock quietly. “Mr. Burrows, are you ready for me?” I ask, my voice a bit shaky.
“Come in, Olive,” Sean says matter-of-factly with no emotion in his voice.
I try to shake off my nerves as I step inside, and I take a seat in the chair across from his desk. The office has changed a lot since Jamie occupied it. Gone are all the girlie candles and paintings, replaced with art that is dark, black, and manly. He doesn’t have any picture frames on his desk. Nothing personal at all.
I open my mouth to ask how his day is going, but he speaks first, “What skill sets do you have that you think makes you right for the job?” Sean doesn’t look up from his computer.