5. A Crazy Interview Session

The wild thoughts that consumed her whenever she was close to Julian were insane, and she was beginning to hate herself for that. She had tried to attribute it to the fact that she had been sex starved for months, and her fingers weren't doing much for her, but harboring nasty thoughts about her best friend's father when her whole life was in shambles made no sense.

She was still scorching from the heat of their proximity in the kitchen a few minutes ago. He should never come that close to her again. She would do anything to make sure she stayed far away from him, but now, she needed something to quell the fire that was burning within her.

It was too early in the morning to be so horny because a hot older man stood close to her. She pressed her legs together, but it did nothing for her. Whining, her eyes fell on her fingers, and she brought them closer. Her eyes were fixated on them, contemplating what to do with them, when her phone started to ring.

She reached for it—a call from Maribel. A large wave of guilt slammed her as she picked up, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Bel. What's up?" A small smile popped on her face, but it quickly slipped.

There was no reason to be smiling when she was just on the verge of giving in to the unsettling fantasy that crammed her thoughts about her best friend's father.

"Just got out of bed, had a hard one with Rowan last night. We went from corner to corner, and now, I feel like my legs are too weak to move." Maribel chuckled, and Tessa just shook her head. Her friend would never cease to tell her about her sexual adventures with her fiancé. "How are you and how is dad? Have you seen him this morning? Gosh, he must be out for his daily run, but don't worry, you will see him when he gets back."

Now she understood why he needed that much water when he came to the kitchen earlier.

"I am good. How's Rowan, and you?" Her voice was low. She had intentionally skipped the question about her dad.

"Rowan is out for a business meeting. Do you like it over there?" Though Maribel wasn't close, Tessa could sense the concern in her tone. "I should visit one of these days. Until then, be good."

"Thank you." Tessa smiled, doubting whether she would be good before Maribel showed up again. Things were getting complicated and were almost beyond her control. Before she ended the call, she queried Maribel about the misinformation, but not without blaming herself for not remembering it was the weekend.

Maribel laughed, but Tessa didn't find any of her encounter with her father in the kitchen funny. "I'm sorry, Tess. Rowan was messing with my head. I just wanted to be with him."

A few more conversations were had before they said their goodbyes. Tessa just dropped her phone when it beeped again. She snatched it from the nightstand, hurrying to check what the notification was all about. An email from one of the companies she had applied to. They were finally calling her for an interview.

Beaming, she hurried into the bathroom to take a long shower and start preparing for the interview scheduled for Monday. Finally, she found a distraction, but she still feared it might be ephemeral.

-

"Your passport didn't do justice to your beauty, Ms. Tessa Jones." It was supposed to be a professional interview, but Tessa was stuck in a tech company's enclosed office with the supposed CEO.

His eyes were ogling her licentiously, and she loathed it. When he smiled again, revealing his chipped, white teeth, she knew this wasn't just about an interview. There was definitely something more to this.

"Sorry?"

"I will offer you the job." He said, adjusting his grey blazer with a pen playing in his hand. "It's the least of what I can do for you. I own this company."

She nodded. That was a fact she got accustomed to the instant she stepped into Mr. Jordan's office that morning. He had been singing unending praises of himself. How he started a tech company at age twenty-five, and it has been successfully running for ten years now.

"Thank you, sir." She didn't know where this would lead, but it didn't look like it was going to be nice.

"How about we fix a better venue for the interview, Miss Jones?" Mr. Jordan rested on his armchair, his eyes not leaving Tessa as she scrunched up her face in confusion. "You don't know what I mean?"

"I don't think I do, sir."

She clamped her legs together when he didn't stop licking his lips as his gaze traced the line of her exposed thighs. She wished she had opted for a better option than this slit skirt. She wished the table between them were tall enough to hide her thighs. Screw her wishes. He should be a reasonable man by not acting sexually towards her.

"I have a private room in a cozy hotel. That will be a better venue, what do you think?"

"I don't remember applying to a hotel for a job." She didn't plan to explore her sarcasm here, but it sure felt like it was needed. "I want to work in a tech company."

"And I want to fuck you, Miss. Jones." He spilled as though he had been holding it for so long he was getting frustrated. Tessa's jaw dropped in disgust. "Yes. I want to have your fat ass on the table in my hotel room. Is that too much to lay down for a job that will change your life?"

She waited for him to take back his words. One. Two. Three. After four, she rose to her feet, repressing the urge to hit him hard in his face.

"You are a shameless man, Mr. Jordan." She pointed accusingly.

"Accepted." He shrugged nonchalantly. "If that's what you will call me for pointing out my desires."

"And you can go ahead and die with your selfish interests." She raised her fingers at him. "Fuck you, and fuck your company."

"Yes, I'd like you to fuck me. Bounce on me with that fat ass." He giggled, calling after her as she made her way out of his office.

That was a miss, Tessa thought as she walked out of the company. She needed to apply to more companies.