A vague deal

The young lady quickened in her steps, her heart palpitating with each passing nano second that clicked by.

She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, her hips swaying as she walked towards the huge mettalic

door of the CEO's office.

She tried calming her erratic heartbeat and tried assuring herself that she would get the job but all her attempts to alley her fears proved futile as memories of how her job application had been rejected in the past flashed before her eyes.

On arrival at his office, she said a silent prayer as she loomed by the door way, fervently hoping to get the job and impress whoever this formidable CEO was.

Clutching on to her file even tighter, Camilla Ross pushed open the door and at once, the sound of moaning welcomed her in and flooded her ear drums.

Right before her very eyes was the CEO and a brunette lady having a hot make out session.

They were too deep in their kiss to even notice her or anything else around them.

With an erratic heart beat and her orbs wide like a deer caught on headlights, she watched the man's large hands explore the lady's skin as she moaned into the kiss, tilting her head for him to kiss her even harder.

He grabbed her behind, squeezing it and hauling her against himself.

The lady tugged at his shirt, drawing him more closer to herself as the deep erotic kiss continued.

With a swift motion, he took her legs like it weighed the size of a leaf and wrapped her legs around his waist, hands kneading all the parts of her body.

Immedately with a startled face, Camilla accidentally banged the door shut and retreated outside as her mind sought to register what she had just seen.

That single action of hers brought to a halt, their make out and the CEO reluctantly dropped the brunette and released her from his hold.

Few minutes later, the brunette lady ambled her way out. Camilla jerked at the sound of the door being opened and her gaze locked with that of the brunette.

The brunette stared at her scornfully but she dare not say a word. Adjusting her skirt once more, she elegantly walked away, her heels tapping against the tiled floors of the company.

"Come in" came the gruff voice from inside the office.

With tremored breathing, Camilla braced up and straightened her spine before pushing open the doors once more and this time, the shock she met with kept her immobile and unable to move further into the office.

Cold and steel blue eyes held her mortified and fixed gaze with his.

Ruffled stark black hair, scattered by the brunette's fingers, cascaded down to the nape of his neck.

With tattooed hands on full display, his lips were drawn to a charming smirk once he saw her and something stirred within him.

With a few buttons loose in his shirt and the sleeves folded up, Braden Hills looked so dangerously sinful and hot.

The CEO was her ex boyfriend, Braden Hills!

She could recognise his face anywhere and anytime.

How did he become this rich?

Camilla was awestruck by the transformation.

Braden wasn't financially buoyant then but taking in his features now, he had totally evolved to become a fucking hot rich billionaire.

Braden seemed amused and stunned by her arrival.

Clearly they weren't expecting to see each other after so many years.

Camilla held on to the wall for support, her knees suddenly trembling and wanting to cave her down.

Taking a deep breath, she maintained a calm reserve and covered her surprised expression with a stoic look.

Camilla elegantly walked inside to Braden's surprise.

Was he expecting her to turn away and leave?...Camilla thought to herself.

Certainly not.

She came here to get a job and she was determined to do her utmost best to get it.

With a warm smile now plastered on to her face, she ambled in, clutching on to her file tightly.

The air inside was frosty as expected, welcoming her in.

Her eyes explored the office as if searching for something. The walls were painted coffee brown white lines forming a pattern.

The huge closed windows had wisteria coloured curtains draping down and the walls in which they were hunged on had white tiles decorating over them in a design.

Two seater couch and a syrup brown coffee table were placed in the middle of the office.

Various antique bookshelves were placed at the far end of the office adding to its formal look with artificial plant pots adorning the office.

Dark cold blue eyes browsed her sharp profiles, as he studied the distinct features of the woman who had worked into his office for an interview.

At once he cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from hers, shifting it into the various files placed on the mahogany office table in front of him.

"Camilla Ross. Long time no see" Braden said with a false chuckle.

Camilla gulped and pulled out one of the black chairs, sitting on it.

"Of course. It's a pleasure meeting you here. I never knew this was your company" she smiled brightly, masking her uneasiness.

Braden veered his gaze upon hers once again and gave a lopsided smile. "So you are here for an interview huh?"

"Yes" she simply stated, pushing her file towards him.

Braden carefully tucked out its content and examined them for a while.

She watched that uncanny smile playing on his lips as his orbs scanned the contents of her file.

"So tell me why you should be given this job?" his husky voice resonated in her ears.

This was finally her moment to express how capable she was.

She badly needed the job.

She was in debt and her only family, her ailing brother laid in the hospital.

His bills had to be taken cared off.

"Well Mr Hills...." she began with a charming warm smile.

"From my CV which I submitted earlier, I believe I am very capable for this job. My working experiences so far shows that I have full knowledge of the Tech world and I am qualified for the post of the senior digital analyst. I've worked in various prestigious company like....."

Camilla continued in her speech in a bid to convince Braden that she was the right candidate for the job.

Braden just gazed at her as she spoke, the smirk and uncanny smile on his face having vanished.

"Well you seem like someone who has a variety of knowledge and skills in this great field" Braden addressed her the moment she was done talking.

A surge of hope renewed in her. He praised her knowledge and expertise so definitely she had a chance of being hired.

She straightened herself on the chair she sat on and her face was saturated with happiness.

"But unfortunately your skills doesn't match up to my expectation" Braden spat at her with a glare.

Camilla's breathing hitched and the smile that was once saturated on her face vanished like it was never there.

A wave of pain hit her followed by a nauseus feeling as her heart sank to her stomach.

"Braden you can't do this....My skills are..." she attempted to speak but Braden cut her short.

"Your skills are what?! I am Mister Braden or Sir to you. You can't handle rejection?" He scoffed, pushing the file back to her.

Dislodging the lump in her throat, she spoke once more. "I can but I believe you are mistaken in your verdict. Please analyse my files once more and give me another interview chance. I'll definitely beat your expectations and show you I'm very much qualified for the job. I really need this job please I beg you. If not for any thing else then for old times sake" Camilla pleaded.

Braden gave a shallow chortle and flopped his head back. "Really for old times sake? You are not capable for this job so stand up and get out else I would call security on you and have you thrown out myself" Braden balefully threatened her.

Picking up what was left of her dignity and self respect at the same time while fighting the urge to spill a tear, she stood slowly and clutched on to her file.

She dejectedly walked towards the door when her name left Braden's lips.

Quickly pivoting, she hoped maybe he would give her another chance.

Braden sauntered towards her with hands stuck into his pocket and a hard look on his face.

"Is that a tear I see?" Braden mocked as he backed her against the door.

Camilla swiped her face with her hands and turned to leave when Braden dragged her back with a fierce grip.

"Braden" she exclaimed panting.

Braden stared at her, his calous eyes boring into her.

"You seem like you are really desperate for this job. It's been so long since I saw your beautiful face Camilla. How long ten years? Yes?" Braden huskily spoke cutting the silence.

"Is that why you stopped me from walking out?" Her annoyed tone bounced back at him.

Braden gave a shallow chortle.

"You haven't changed one bit. Still very feisty" his eyes meandered down her body with a glint.

"I'll give you a job" he suddenly added.

Camila had her eyes widened, "Are you serious?"her voice was barely audible.

Braden nodded. "A job as my maid" he dropped the bomb.

In a flick, her countenance changed and confusion rocked her features.

"What? A maid? Really?"

"I believe you were not deaf when I spoke. You will work as my maid, fully submitting to my every wish and command" the words slowly rolled out of his mouth with a devilish glare plastered on his face.

Camilla felt chills run down her spine as Braden spoke to her, his words felt sensual and yet so dangerous.

His eyes lustfully took in all her body features with his hold on her arm still fierce.

"I'll pay you a hundred thousand dollars a month" Braden leaned his face forward in close proximity with hers, making her inhale his intoxicating cologne.

"A hundred thousand dollars?" Camilla gasped.

Braden nodded.

She really needed the money. She had so many outstanding debts, mostly from the bank and bills to be cleared off.

"Just your maid?" Camilla wanted to be sure of this tempting offer.

"Yes. For the duration of months we dated. You will be my maid for five months, always submitting to my will even if it means sex"

"Do you accept or you don't?" Braden barked.

The offer was so tempting. Camilla felt clueless and tongue tied. He wanted her to always submit to his bidding and wishes and that might probably include sex.

She wasn't going to be humiliated and treated like a commodity in such manner.

Ignoring the heavy knots which tied inside her, Camilla replied. "Your offer seems very tempting but I don't think I can accept it. I can't turn myself into a commodity all for the sake of your amusement"

Braden let out a dark chuckle and let go off Camilla's arm. "Fine. Suit yourself. The offer is still opened for three days. When you change your mind, you know where to find me"

Camilla didn't need to be told. She dashed out of Braden's office with a heavy heart.

She was between the devil and the dead sea. The devil had come out of her past to destroy her present.

How would she handle his temptations?