And suddenly, I feel two things in the pit of my stomach:
I’m meant to be here.
And something big is about to change.
Nicole
Walking behind the secretary, I have a few moments left to quell my nerves before arriving for my interview with the big boys. Everything about the penthouse is intimidating, and it’s probably meant to be so.
The steel columns are foreboding enough, not to mention the high-end flooring materials. There are skyline views from virtually every angle and glass partitions that reflect enough sunlight to light up the space naturally.
I take in all the extravagant amenities, terraces, and fireplaces. There’s more tech in here than I’ve ever seen elsewhere. It’s not like a home that’s been converted into an office—no, no, no. It’s all office, all professional.
I can only imagine what future electorates think when they come in here begging for help.
“I’m Tiffany, by the way,” the secretary says suddenly. She seems nice enough.
Fake tits, tiny little waist, and Louis Vuitton everything… but nice enough. I imagine she’s here for more than just secretarial work but I bite my tongue.
She leads me to an office on the left, which looks to be the size of three master suites. I see through the glass that it’s very modern, complete with white furnishings and textiles. The art is tasteful, if a little ostentatious.
Finally, we arrive at what seems to be the office door. Tiffany knocks.
“Hi, I’m Chase,” says the man who opens up, without even asking Tiffany for confirmation about why we’re there.
Curious, I look up, and when I see him, my heart starts pounding harder than it has this whole morning.
“Hello, um,” I fumble. “I’m Nicole, Nicole Ryder.”
“I know,” he replies confidently. A dark look crosses his eyes as he drinks me in. “Thank you, Tiffany, we’ll take it from here.”
I drink him in, as well. Everything about this man is sultry: sandy-colored hair and penetrating green eyes that remind me of the jungle. He’s at least 6’5, and his frame is just massive. He obviously works out every day of the week.
I walk in hesitantly and peek around the corner to see the other two standing to the side. They’re all lined up like fucking gladiators.
“I’m Cameron,” another gorgeous man, equally as tall and built, with peppered black hair takes my hand and leads me inside.
He seems more reserved than the other two, but I can see whenever I look away that he’s sizing me up, his eyes moving up and down. I instantly take note of this. Despite my nerves, I have to make an impression, and that means sizing up my contenders.
I have to prove to them that I’m worthy.
“Hi there, I’m Adam.” This one seems like the friendliest of the three. His dark brown hair flops over his dark brown eyes, and I’m toast. Adam’s chiseled face and hulking body have me quivering down there.
The three of them look like they’re the most handsome men on the planet. And here I am nestled between them for a meeting.
It’s too fucking much. Lily could’ve warned me about how hot they were. I guess Sebastian may not have thought to mention it to her.
Fuck.
I pull down my crop top to the short, black skirt I’m wearing, not wanting to expose too much of my stomach. I close my suit jacket closer to my body and try to look professional.
Damn, I didn’t even shave my legs today. What was I thinking?
To be honest, I was thinking I’d be in a room with some drab old men who looked the part of having weight in the political world for their genius—not three Amazonian models with enough testosterone pumping in them to make me go weak in the knees for days.
I didn’t really think anybody would notice me or my outfit. I figured if I pulled a suit jacket on and a skirt, I’d be all set. Now I feel like a mess after an afternoon of bartending for the lunch crowd. I probably smell like the bar, too.
“Please sit down,” Chase says, leading me to one of the elongated white leather sectionals. “This will be a somewhat informal interview.”
I take a seat and wonder at how this will go and what I’ve gotten myself into.
“Yes,” Cameron says sitting across from me. “We’re a little bit casual around here.”
“The office space says otherwise,” I say, almost without thinking. I curse myself inwardly, but he just laughs, which makes me feel at ease.
“You don’t like our office?” he asks lightly, and I allow myself to look into his genuine blue eyes.
I’m captured there for a moment, swimming in this man named Cameron. He seems to have a little seniority over the others. I like how he goes out of his way to make me feel comfortable, and something about him forces me to want to be honest with him.