Her auburn hair is neatly contained in a bun on the top of her head. I can see her hour glass figure under her clothes, I know she’s got one hell of a rack. From here, I can see her work clothes are tight enough to be sexy, but professional enough to be classy.
Needless to say, I started getting hard from the receptionist but with this woman… I’m about to bust out of my pants.
The blonde opens her mouth. “Ms. McGrace will see you now.”
I walk up to the woman and put my hand out for her to shake it. And when she doesn’t, I’m momentarily put off. What? I always attract women. She’s looking at me as if I’m an annoyance and I hate it. Fuck. I should have been here on time. “Hi, I’m Mason Dillon. You must be Ms. McGrace?”
Please tell me she’s Lucian’s sister or something. I would fucking die if this was his wife and now, I have to figure out how to get her to hire me. That would suck. Because all I’m thinking about is how to get her locked away.
There’s a look on her face that I know too well. It’s a look that I give often when I know I have everything figured out and someone is about to mess up something big. “Please follow me.” Her sugary voice is only subdued by her cold words.
I follow behind her with my eyes permanently attached to her ass. They are juicy globes of hot fucking flesh and my mouth waters at the thought of taking a bite. Suddenly, I have hit something hard and when I open my eyes, I know that I have walked straight into the woman.
Her flesh is hot, I can see the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up. I affect her! That’s fucking awesome. She looks back at me and her perfect D.S.L., Dick Sucking Lips, they are pouty, and she has a smile across her face.
“Please remove yourself from my ass. You are poking me.”
Horrified, I jump back and groan a little. She has me so hard that I am about to break through my pants and through her clothes… and she knows it too.
Suddenly, the unsatisfying sex that I had earlier comes to mind. I know what I have been missing and it’s her. I have been missing Ms. McGrace and I’m planning on rectifying that as soon as possible.
She continues to walk through the door, I take a look at her office. Her walls are painted a deep tan color and the wood is a rich red wood that looks dominating. Fuck. Everything about this woman is dominating and I can’t help the magnetism that I have towards her.
Why?
I have no idea.
I want to touch her. Feel her skin against mine and all of that other creepy stalker shit that women don’t want to hear about.
“Is Mr. McGrace joining us today?” I ask as I follow behind her. She continues to walk towards the huge fucking desk that is taking up a quarter of the office.
The idea of bending her over the desk is appealing, and I can’t help but fold my hands in front of my pants in order to keep me from embarrassing myself even more.
Paul is going to surely shit can me.
Ms. McGrace takes a seat behind the desk and I can see that she’s crossed her legs once she’s sat. “Please take a seat,” she gestures towards a chair in front of her. “Now, please tell me about yourself.”
Taken aback by her ability to ignore me with skill, I rebuff and then continue. “I’m a chef and I have cooked my whole life. I work for Paul at Professional Party Planners here, in Detroit. Uh…”
“No, I don’t want some rinsed and recycled speech. If you are going to work for me, I need to know everything about you. What makes you tick? What makes you burn with passion? What makes you different than the man that sat in the chair you are in twenty minutes ago?”
I almost swallow my tongue. What the actual fuck. “Uh. Ms. McGrace. I thought Mr. McGrace was supposed to be here.”
She waves her red fingered hand in the air effectively dismissing me from the office. “Get out.”
Wait. What just happened? “Ms. McGrace, I didn’t mean to offend you. May I ask what I did to make you so upset?”
I watch her shake her head and then look up at the ceiling. When her green eyes are focused on me, I see something that I didn’t expect to see. This woman really isn’t affected by me. “You have bored me. Come back when you have something for me. Something that I need. I don’t need another cook that will cook something mediocre. I need a chef who will create masterpieces and all I see is some prosaic man playing dress up in a chef costume.”
What the fuck?
I gather all of my stuff and exit the room before I can say anything more to embarrass myself. She really just dismissed me. I can’t believe it.
Paul is going to fire me, this I know and now… I’m never going to get hired full time.
By the time I get home, I’m thinking about all of the career websites I can check out in order to post my resume on. Damn it, I can’t lose another job. My roommate is already threatening to move me out if I can’t take care of my part of the rent.
I’m even rooming with my brother. What does that tell you? That my own brother is threatening to kick me out because I haven’t paid rent in over four months.
Sighing, I pick up my borrowed computer. It’s Mitch’s but I still use it. I don’t know if he cares that I do but I don’t think he even notices that I use it. I look on websites for about two hours and search for something. Anything. Hell, I will take a job in a fast food restaurant right now. I’m that desperate.
My phone rings next to me and it’s Paul. I groan and have an internal battle of answering or not. On the fourth ring, I decide I need to nut up, and answer. “Hey, Paul.”
“Mason, I swear to fucking God, that you better have a good reason as to what happened today in Lucian’s office. She just called me and handed me my severed dick on a platter. What did you do?”
Wait a fucking minute. “The girl I interviewed with was Lucian?” I thought Lucian was a guy. No wonder she hated me on the spot.
“Who else would have interviewed you?” Paul’s grouchy voice comes through over the line. “I’m so fucking pissed at you. If you don’t fix this, you will be searching for a different job. Do I make myself clear? Get this job back from Lucian or you’re out on your ass.”
Click.
