Chapter 14

Ana stared at the buttons on the elevator angrily, trying to keep herself under control. The receptionist had made an urgent call, telling her Jack Knight was down at the reception. But what did Ana hear when she went downstairs? That Jack Knight had already gone up. It was weird how she had called to relay the first piece of information, but not the second. Just thinking about it was making Ana even more pissed.

She rolled her eyes. Maybe the girl didn’t like her but she didn’t want to come to any hasty situation. Ana hated being on bad terms with anyone. It could have been a mistake, and she was going to make sure that the girl knew she had not appreciated that error. It could even cost Ana her job. Today was an extremely important day and everyone knew it. Adams has been on edge the whole week. Little mistakes like this one were not to be repeated.

At this point, the more Ana thought of it, the more she could bet a million dollars that her boss could lay his life down for that of Jack Knight, or maybe it was just the dollar bills speaking. A feeling Ana couldn’t say she reciprocated. She wasn’t trying to be ungrateful at all. She felt honored that she had been given the opportunity to talk to the man because honestly? His story was an impressive one. But she didn’t really put any other stock in all this other than at the professional level.

And now she was making it seem like she was not excited.

Excited? Of course she was! Who could confidently sit and say they were going to be sitting in the same room with a billionaire in a few minutes, and that they were going to steal his time? Not a lot of people and Ana sure felt blessed that she was included amongst the few select. That is if the elevator ride was going to end one day.

She let out a huge sigh of relief when the doors opened with a ding, then she rushed out and went towards the interview rooms. Before she could make another step forward, Adams emerged from one of the makeup rooms and Ana didn’t have to ask to know he was stressed out. The expression on his face grew a little relaxed when he saw her but it didn’t last long. The man started talking in this stage whisper which Ana found ridiculous because everyone around them could hear what he was saying very clearly.

"Ana, how the fuck did you leave me hanging like that? Do you know how unprofessional it will make us look?" he scolded.

Nail on the head, Ana thought, my thoughts hit the nail on the head.

Ana didn’t say that though. It was probably going to get her fired. But she couldn’t let it go just like that so she started justifying herself. One look from Adams halted any explanation she wanted to give. Ana tried hard not to roll her eyes. She already knew Adams knew exactly what was going on but he didn’t want to hear about it. This was what Ana meant. If Adams had been in a shitty mood, Ana already knew she would no longer be standing on company grounds. Knowing her boss, he probably had someone ready with backup questions. She didn’t blame him.

"Go and get your stuff ready. The set is ready for pictures. And we need you to acclimate yourself. Go take your stuff," he ordered then walked away.

Ana stared at Adams as he walked away and tried her best not to sigh. She had known from the start that the day was going to be a stressful one. Obviously this was one of their biggest interviews and they were having it on-site. But she had not expected that everything was going to fall on her shoulders and she was going to be blamed for everything that went wrong. If the microphones had technical issues, Ana already knew Adams was going to be yelling one name and it was going to be hers.

But she wasn’t going to let any of that stop her from having an amazing day. She was going to make sure that the interview was something everyone would want to read. And nothing—nobody—could stop her. Not even the man she was going to interview.

Ana headed to her office and after a few seconds doing breathing exercises and trying to get herself in the right mindset for the interview, she picked the material she had prepared. Then she headed towards the room where the photo shoot was happening. Ana had carefully stopped herself from making any picture research on the man. She didn’t want to be biased when doing the interview.

She knew it sounded really impossible. But she had gone the extra mile and blocked all images from appearing when she searched his name. And it had worked. From what Ana has heard from the rest of her coworkers though, the man was attractive. So at least she was going to be getting eye candy while doing her job. Life was good.

She entered and the first thing she heard was a deep voice. It was kind of familiar and Ana frowned a little. The voice stopped speaking but Ana advanced into the room, intent on knowing whoever was the owner of the voice. The voice started saying something again, something Ana couldn't make out. There was someone in front of her so she walked to another part of the room, found a stool and sat on it. There she had a vantage view of the shoot. And of the man himself.

Ana sat and watched the man. Her co-workers were right because even this man’s back view looked amazing. He had on slacks that molded his amazing ass and his shoulder muscles flexed every time he made a slight movement. It was driving Ana mad and she could not even stop the dirty thoughts that came trickling into her mind.

One image in particular was standing out to her though. Ana imagines herself with her legs wrapped around his (what looked like a) slim waist, her hands on his ass, holding the globes tightly as he drove into her wetness repeatedly. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. These weren’t the kind of thoughts she should be having. Especially not in public. She looked around and prayed that whatever facial expression she was making had not alerted anyone to her thoughts.

To her relief, no one was staring at her. As soon as she turned to look at the man again, he turned. And God, was he fine. He was built, but not too built to seem like he was on steroids. His shirt hugged his chest to perfection and Ana almost felt like ripping it off and kissing the nipples she imagined were dusky.

His face. Oh God his face. It was like it had been hand crafted by the gods themselves. His lashes were full, his eyes a perfect shade of grey and his lips the color of kisses. All of sudden, Ana gasped. She knew him. She knew this man! He was the man she had had sex with a month ago. He was the father of her baby! She looked down, her heart beating at one million an hour.

Was he going to recognize her? Was he looking at her? Oh my God what was she going to tell him? And after her sneaky escape? How was she going to face him? And oh my God, she was going to spend more than thirty minutes talking with him. How was she going to cope?

Ana took in a deep breath, tried to compose her thoughts then looked at him again. He was looking at her! And his eyes were squinted, almost like he was trying to place her face. Ana got… shy and dropped her head again. She couldn't stare at him for much longer. She didn’t want him to recognize her. No! She wanted him to. But not now. Not right before her interview. It was going to shake her focus and Ana didn’t know how she was going to utter a complete sentence if the man realized she was the person with whom he had had a one night stand.

Ana realized now why his house looked like one of those you would see in a magazine, artfully decorated and all that. And she understood why the man had a fucking driver for fuck's sake. Who had drivers these days anymore? Jack Knight apparently. She heard his voice again and clenched her legs. It was giving her flashbacks. Her brain kept on replaying the memories she could remember. And his deep and husky voice was not helping matters.

Cum for me, princess.

Ana clenched her legs and bit her lip. She looked at the wall like there was something so interesting going on there. The man, Jack Knight, laughed and Ana felt like marching up to him and telling him how he wasn't allowed to be that sexy.

He was making her think dirty thoughts. And with her condition, her hormones were all over the place. It was not like she had a partner she could willingly go to and have sex with. All she had was a vibrator she hadn't used in months. She was sure that's what she was going to use.

Ana shook her head at her thoughts. Why was she thinking of a vibrator at her office? What type of stupid shit was that? She really did need to have sex. Cause this amount of desperateness was not normal.

Ana decided to concentrate on something other than the fine specimen of man in front of her. She opened her notebook and started jotting down some more questions. She was strangely inspired. But she made sure not to make the questions too personal or familiar because they had had sex before.

It was going to be a challenge. Separating her feelings from her job. She didn't want to be too friendly with him because they had had sex. She didn't want that him to feel like she was trying to forge an intimacy. That was the last thing she wanted. This was the biggest job she had gotten in her whole career and she was not going to fuck it up because she had had sex with the biggest business mogul in the country. Maybe the continent. Or the world. Who knew?

Ana felt someone touch her shoulder and her heart started pounding. She looked up and to her delight, it wasn't Jack Knight. In as much as he was fine and delectable, she had to prepare her thoughts before talking to him. Or she was going to either: (i) say something stupid. Or: (ii) say something stupid and faint.

It was Adams. He had an apologetic smile on his face. "I'm sorry for stressing you out. You're one of the best here and I know you're going to do this well. But I'm stressed out as fuck too. I think I'll have grey hair after this," he confessed and both of them laughed.

"Don't worry. There's hair dye. All you have to do is put it. You can make your choice too. Permanent or not at all," Ana teased and they laughed again.

Almost out of reflex, Ana looked up again and found that Jack Knight was staring straight at her and Adams. She blushed and put her head down. Adams must have noticed something because he asked, "Do you know him?"

"Who doesn't?" was Ana's rhetorical reply.

"You seem like you know him more," Adams insisted, looking at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"I don't," she replied shortly. Adams made a short noise but otherwise didn't respond. Ana let out a silent sigh of relief.

But her relief was short. At that moment, Jack Knight was advancing towards their direction, looking straight at her. Ana gulped and prayed all the gods on earth to help her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again.

She was ready. Bring it on.