4 - I want you.

"You don't speak if I don't tell you to," The boss, Omarion said as he intertwined his hands together and placed his elbows on the arms of his chair, his legs still stretched on his table.

As Isis clutched her bag to herself with one hand, her other hand unconsciously dragged down her skirt slightly, pulling it over her knee, so as to get longer than it was before. Due to the anxiousness she was feeling, she wiped her sweaty palm on her short straight skirt. For the first time that day, she regretted ever putting Phoenix to the task of picking up her clothes for her.

Remembering what Pheonix had told her while choosing the skirt, she bit her lips in regret. "Bosses are most times sexy ass men, so, one of the best things to do on your first day of work is to put on a very tight outfit to bring out your shape. Who knows? He might like the view and favour you more than you expected," Pheonix had said to her. But here she was, feeling like it turned out the other way around.

However, Omarion was able to notice every of her steps and move; from her slightly shaky body to how inconvenient she was feeling, to how she dragged her skirt down, he noticed it all. He didn't take his eyes off her all through.

As her eyes was fixed on him, she could tell that Pheonix was right about bosses being sexy as fuck. She stood there admiring his handsome, chiselled face and abs, which was covered by his shirt, but was still quite obvious by the shape. She almost salivated over his well-sculpted nose, pink lips, pointed Grecian nose, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. And the best thing about him in her book? He had a earring on, on his right ear.

How did such a handsome bad boy become a boss? She couldn't help but think.

"I… uhm, I'm… I'm sorry, sir," she apologized instantly with a shaky voice. It wasn't her first interview, but it was he first one in a very huge company like this one. Asides that, she came late, making her feel like her chances of being giving her employment letter might be taken away from her. Thinking about this, she tried to explain herself again. "I only wanted you to know I'm not always this late to something important. I was only—"

"If you're not going to keep your mouth shut, maybe I should do that for you, uh?" Omarion asked her with raised eyebrows and immediately, Isis comported herself and kept her mouth shut. "Good," he added as soon as she kept shut.

He nodded in satisfaction and dropped his legs from his table, then he got up from his chair gently, pushed the chair backwards with his right leg, and approached her, his hands in his trousers pocket.

Isis tried to look down or look somewhere else except his face, but she couldn't help but admire the fine man before her. She doesn't go out much, so she hasn't really met men that were as good looking as the man before her. If she was asked, she wouldn't even deny the truth that her boyfriend was not half as handsome as he was. This man before her was like a god.

As Omarion walked to her front, he sat on his table and folded his arms, facing her. They were now a few steps away from each other.

"Name?" He asked as he picked up a file next to him on the table. He opened the file and brought out a paper, then began to read from it. "Isis Talon. 24 years old, vying for the post of a senior data analyst." He paused to look up at her. "That's you?"

"Yes sir!" She replied curtly.

"Hmm," he simply said, then continued to go through the paper which contained her information. The fle contained her CV which she had submitted to the company a couple of weeks back. After a few seconds of going through the paper in his hands, he shrugged, then dropped the paper on the table. "You're a perfect fit for the job."

"Oh my God, yes!" Isis jumped up in excitement as a huge smile appeared on her face. For the first time since she got to his office that day, she felt confident and ready for anything that might be thrown her way, especially questions about the job and her qualifications.

"However," Omarion waited for her to finish showing her excitement before he continued speaking. "We're in the real world, and I believe you're old enough to know that things do not come easy." He said every of his words one by one, like the boss that he was.

He suddenly got down from his table and joined his hands behind him as he walked to where Isis was standing. Getting to her, he began to walk around her. As he passed by her and stared at her behind, a smile tugged on the smile of his lips. She had a medium-sized ass, and together with her hips and flat tummy, made the ass shoot out in the tight skirt she was on.

Omarion smiled to himself and licked his lips slowly before walking from her back to her front. Now standing directly in front of her, he looked down at her, since he was taller, and instantly, Isis looked away.

For some reason, she suddenly gained interest in the floor and her shoes. Her eyes remained fixed to the floor as she tried to avoid Omarion's eyes. However, she could feel his eyes on her, and since he was standing almost directly in front of her, she felt a bit of heat between them.

Omarion took Isis by surprise as he placed the index finger of his right hand under her jaw, raising her head up to look at him. "The eyes, Isis. Look me in the eyes."

Isis opened her mouth to speak, but nothing tangible came out, so she closed it back. Then, she summoned the courage once again and spoke. "I… uhm, sir… I didn't want to disrespect—"

"Are you shy?" He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes still staring daggers at her, and his index finger still under her jaw.

"Uhm, no… Not… Not at all, sir. I uhm…" Her voice trailed off as she tried to fnd the right words to say.

"You don't have to lie. I like shy, pretty, sexy ladies." He said and moved a step forward, closing the inch between them and retracing his finger from her jaw. He tilted his head to her neck and moved her long hair away from that side of her neck. "Just like you," he muttered into her ears gently, but in a very sexy and thick voice.

Isis was taken by surprise, that she didn't know when she suddenly gasped. She could feel her underneath getting tickled, something James had never made her feel, even with the countless number of times they made out whenever she visited him.

Omarion moved back a little and touched her hair gently, admiring it. A smile lingered on his face as he felt the texture of it, and quite a number of thoughts rushed into his head. Just that moment, he imagined her hair being tied to her back and he fucking her missionary style on his office bed, with her moaning his name ceaselessly.

His eyes went to her face once again as he took his time to notice every ounce of beauty she had; from her beautiful round face that had her red full lips, pointed nose and hazel eyes to her very soft and dark black hair. His eyes lingered on her lips as he imagined those lips on his, then down to his dick, sucking the hell out of him. The thought of this made his crotch tighten a bit, inside his trouser, and he could already tell that he was beginning to have a hard on.

As he tried to step away from her to avoid him losing his control and doing what came to his mind to her, his eyes caught a glimpse of her cleavage in the shirt she had on. Her first two buttons were unbuttoned, and the pendant of her chain rested in the little space between her boobs. He made his hand into a fist as he controlled himself from tearing her shirt open and sucking the hell out of her tits.

"Fuck!" He suddenly moaned aloud, which sounded like a growl as he moved back from her and walked to his seat to try to hide his hard on before she noticed it.

Isis, who had been tensed all along with the closeness and intimate stares, felt a little relieved as he stepped back. However, she couldn't wait to leave his office because she was beginning to feel something was about to go wrong, especially with the way he just growled. "Are you okay? I could excuse you now and find my way to my office if you want, sir."

Omarion had his seat and looked at her with a stern look on his face. "There's one more thing you have to do to become fully employed, and before I hand over your employment letter to you."

"What is it, sir?" She asked excitedly, almost ready to do it.

"I want you."