Sophia's POV.
Sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be rich.
Does it mean I get to have ridiculous ideas like this?
What was the point of coming out here just for an interview? Why couldn't he just take the interview at the office like every other boss?
“Well, because then Miss O'Brien, it would be wasting my time. It is better that I know about you during lunchtime, it will save much of my time and I guess yours too”.
Oops! Looks like I thought that out loud.
“So first, he began. Tell me why you were absent-mindedly crossing a very busy road the other day”.
This wasn't a proper interview question but I answered anyway. “I had just lost my job and was distraught” I replied, not willing to offer any more details.
“And you thought that was a good reason to want to end it all?” he asked, My eyes shot up in surprise upon hearing him.
Of course, he wouldn't understand. This man has been so privileged most of his life and he doesn't know what it means to get fired from one's source of livelihood. I thought, already getting upset. He makes it sound like I was on a suicide mission. Deciding not to answer his question, I kept mute.
“Anyways”, he continued, obviously figuring out that I wouldn't entertain that line of questions anymore.
“Tell me more about you, Miss O'Brien.”
Finally! Proper interview questions!
But then, how do I answer this? What's there to know about me? Who am I? What do you say when someone asks you about you?
“Uhhh....my name's Sophia O'Brien and I'm twenty-four. I live here in New York with my best friend. I studied administrative management in school but I'm sure you already knew that from my resume so I guess that's it.”
“Now, Miss O'Brien, it's not in your place to tell me what I know or don't know,” he replied sternly. “That's it? That's all there is to know about you?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
Why do I find this action of his hot? I thought. I just don't understand how he makes me feel the way I do. One minute I'm angry with him and the next, he makes me feel butterflies in my tummy!
Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded.
“Alright then,” he said. “And why do you need this job?”
Is he seriously asking me that?!!! I muttered under my breath.
“For money,” I replied. What else was he expecting me to say? The primary and most necessary incentive for needing a job is money, or isn't it?
“Speaking of money, for your salary, you will be paid a thousand dollars per week, that's four thousand dollars per month. I hope this salary is okay for you?” he concluded.
4000 dollars!!!?
It was a good thing we were yet to place an order because if I was eating or drinking anything, I'd choke at the shock.
Such a huge amount of money and he was asking if I was okay with it. Surely, that was a trick question, I thought.
I guess this means I finally have the job!
“Miss O'Brien?”
“Yhh...yes sir, it's okay,” I said, trying to control my excitement.
After discussing a few more things like timings and workload, our meal arrived.
How was it possible I wasn't aware when he placed an order? Or did he have a regular?
I was slowly regretting not ordering for myself because I was pretty sure I wouldn't like the meal placed in front of me.
It was something I'd never eaten before and I was quite skeptical about it.
Arranged in front of me was a bowl of quinoa salad, some garlic bread, creamy pasta and honey garlic chicken.
“Something wrong?” he asked, noticing my resistance.
“No,” I replied with a nervous laugh.
Well, I might as well start eating.
I wasn't expecting to love this meal as much as I did!
It was delicious.
And just as I was getting into the meal, I heard a sudden...
“Oh shit!” he said abruptly, already on his feet and glancing at his wristwatch. “I forgot about a project I need to work on, we need to return to the office ASAP!!”
And just like that, we left even before I got to finish my amazing delicacies.
As we entered the office building, he walked straight to the elevator and I just stood on my spot, skeptical and also nervous about being in such an enclosed space with my boss.
The ‘ding’ sound from the lift brought me out of my trance and I saw Mr Hayes walking into the elevator.
I still didn't move an inch from where I was standing. “Well?” he said. “You coming or not? Or you're waiting for a special invite?”
How rude and sarcastic can he be? I thought as I hurriedly joined him in the elevator.
***
Alex's POV.
Throughout the drive back to the office, I couldn't think straight.
She was sitting so close to me and her smell filled my nostrils and was messing with me.
Immediately we got inside my office, I couldn't take it anymore.
Yes, I knew I had this project I needed to work on but a part of me needed to get her alone too.
I pulled her close to me and I was lost staring at the brown depths of her eyes and in the blink of an eye, I was kissing her passionately.
I knew I was being a douche but to my surprise and delight, she kissed me back. It's like I'm in heaven! She tastes so freaking good!
I pulled off but it seemed like she needed more for she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
I took her up in my arms and placed her on the desk.
Standing between her legs, my tongue found its way into her mouth, making circular movements and exploring.
“You look hot on this desk, very hot,” I said, placing hot kisses on her neck. Her soft moans almost sent me over the edge. “Your lips are so soft,” I whispered in her ear, while gently nibbling her earlobe.
I pulled off her top two buttons and my left hand softly caressed her breast. She moaned softly and ran her hand through my hair.
I knew I should stop but I just couldn't. I was completely hypnotized by her.
I slid my hands around her back to undo her bra... Just then, there was a knock on the door.