Nevertheless, as the elevator doors parted, I stepped onto the top level of the building. The plush carpet squished like a pillow beneath my heels as I navigated through multiple pages just to get to a section that had the information I was looking for. And as I sat in a chair outside the door, the email had instructed me to find, my jaw dropped open.
My heart stopped in my chest.
My eyes blinked a few times as I hoped and prayed the man’s picture beside the role CEO changed.
Holy shit, that’s who runs this company?
And as I scrambled to put away my phone—trying to get my feet beneath me from the shock that had just rushed over my system—I heard the door to the office beside me unlatch.
5
Trey
Iwatched the clock, waiting for this woman to show up for her fucking interview. I mean, it was five minutes to noon, and no one had come knocking on my door yet. If she couldn’t even make it to her interview on time, I didn’t care what she had to bring to the table. First and foremost, I needed someone punctual.
Maybe she’s sitting outside.
I didn’t know why the hell someone would be sitting outside instead of knocking on my door, but I figured I’d give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, I needed help, and I needed it two days ago. I stood from my desk and buttoned my suit coat before booking it for my office door. And when I turned the doorknob, I heard shuffling around outside.
However, it didn’t prepare me for the sight that caught my eyes when I pulled the door opened.
Oh. My. God.
It all made sense now. The name on the resume. The familiarity and awe I felt at simply reading the words she had crafted on a piece of paper. I ran my eyes down her body as she stood there in front of me, her purse gripped in her hands as she donned a navy-blue pencil skirt that hugged her curves in ways my hands had last night.
“Leslie Popovich,” I said.
My gaze slid back up her body before our eyes met, then her beautiful voice sounded against my ears. “You’re Trey Cataline.”
I nodded. “The one and only.”
She held her head high, but even I saw the panic behind her eyes. “I was unsure of whether to knock or wait.”
I held out my arm to usher her into my office. “I prefer people who take the reins and knock.”
She walked into my office. “Then, allow me to be the first to express my shock at the fact that you’re about to interview me for a position after seeing me naked last night.”
I grinned. “I don’t think shock is quite the word on the tip of my tongue, but it’s understood.”
I closed my office door and resisted the urge to lock it as I studied her from behind. The globes of her ass bounced softly with every step she took while her skirt cinched in at her waist. Her white, ruffled blouse poured forth from her tits that were painstakingly shoved into a shoulder-padded skirt-suit coat that matched the color of her heels.
And those ruby-red lips looked stunning on her.
I felt my cock stiffening with every step I took toward my desk. Her floral-and-candy-scented body spray overwhelmed me, and it made me want to take a bite out of her once more. I unbuttoned my jacket and perched myself against the corner of my desk, crossing my legs so my thickening girth wouldn’t be so damn noticeable in my pants.
After all, I didn’t want to showcase my damn erection. That would make me no better than the other bosses she’d had throughout the last few years.
“So,” I said.
She nodded slowly. “So.”
I grinned. “Tell me why you want this job.”
She leaned back and crossed her legs at her ankles. “Other than the fact that I need a paycheck to eat and live?”
I nodded. “Other than that fact, yes.”
She paused for a second before speaking. “The last job I held was a secretarial position, and in all the jobs I have held throughout my lifetime, it was the one I enjoyed the most. I figured that was as good of a place as anywhere to begin, so here I am.”
