Chapter 6 A Job

Christopher’s POV

“Cassandra Ainsley Floyd?” I repeated the name once more, then looked up to meet the gaze of a woman standing before my desk.

From the way she stood, I could tell she was nervous.

Her green eyes stared intently—brimming with spirit and a nervousness perfectly concealed. Her blonde hair was neatly tied back, leaving a few shorter strands framing her face. A light touch of makeup on her cheeks gave her face a radiant glow, matching the fresh hue of her lips. She wore a long-sleeved teal blouse and trousers that accentuated her long legs, paired with khaki heels that complemented her appearance flawlessly.

People say first impressions matter when forming judgments. But now, I wasn’t sure what kind of judgment to make about this young, attractive woman.

Cassandra Ainsley Floyd.

I repeated her name again and cursed in my heart as Cassandra continued to look at me with the same expression.

What could possibly be going through her mind?

Why did she act as though she didn’t recognize me, even though, just last night, she had surrendered under my touch?

Was she pretending, or did she… genuinely not remember me?

“Yes, Sir. I apologize for being late. There was a minor issue with the bus I took, but I assure you this won’t happen again. I didn’t account for New York’s traffic and deeply regret it.” She spoke quickly, her expression full of regret and worry.

I raised my head, and she slightly furrowed her brow.

This woman wasn’t even mentioning what she had seen just minutes ago. Really? Is she blind or something?

“I already met with the HR division, but they directed me to this floor to see you, Sir,” she added.

Cassandra Ainsley Floyd.

I repeated her name once more in my mind. I didn’t know how many times I’d repeated it, but something compelling kept urging me to do so. One reason was the undeniable fact that I could feel myself hardening just by looking into her green eyes—the sensation was the same as what I’d felt last night.

“Yes, and I have some questions for you before deciding whether you’re fit to work at my company. Are you willing to answer them?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Of course, I don’t mind being interviewed by you.”

“Good, then.” I nodded briefly. “I read your application letter and saw that you applied for a position in the HR division. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir. I applied for that position because I have relevant internship experience in the field. However, I’m open to being placed in any department. I’m a fast learner, so I believe I’ll adapt quickly.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see in my office.” I stood and walked closer to Cassandra, who was seated in front of me. “What’s your response to that, Cassandra Ainsley Floyd?”

Cassandra looked up.

Those damn green eyes make me curse once again.

I tightened my grip on the edge of the table, letting my nails dig in to stop myself from doing something reckless. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cursed while staring into her eyes.

“That falls under the category of personal privacy, Sir. There’s no response I need to give because it’s a secret I’ll keep to myself.”

I hadn’t expected such an answer.

Women, in general, wouldn’t bother giving a response because they knew what to do to earn my favor.

Damn, this woman used her lips in the proper way, but I swear I’d rather she used them for something else.

“You speak like someone who’s professional in their work.”

“I’ll also perform my duties professionally, Mr Alexavier. You can consider me if you need a competent employee.”

I had already read her job application, which Franco had emailed to me, and it was complete with all her internship experiences and campus projects. However, now that I was face-to-face with her, I didn’t need to read further details about her identity—I only wanted to know one thing.

“Are you married?” The question escaped freely from my lips, awaiting a reply.

Almost 30 seconds passed between us, and silence was the only thing that filled the space.

I got her.

It seemed she really was the same woman. Cassandra didn’t have a twin or anything of the sort, and she was indeed the one in my hotel room last night.

“No, Sir. I’m not married.” Her response broke the silence between us.

I let out a short chuckle while closing her job application file on my computer.

Damn, so she genuinely didn’t know me? Wasn’t she pretending to forget or anything?

But how was that possible? Last night, we looked into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t shake the memory of the kisses we shared there. How could Cassandra not recognize me? I was sure she didn’t have sudden amnesia to forget an event so quickly.

Well, that didn’t matter. I could uncover everything and get my answers soon enough.

Now wasn’t the time for questions but for creating a fun game.

“Alright, you’re hired, Miss Floyd. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work as my secretary. Come here in the morning, and my personal assistant will show you what you need to do.” I looked up to meet her gaze.

Green. Her eyes were green.

Damn. Her eyes were green, and I wanted to fuck her right now.

***

It had been 5 minutes since Cassandra Ainsley Floyd walked out of my office in a daze.

I could tell she was shocked by the job offer she received. But I couldn’t deny that I was just as surprised by what had just transpired.

“Make sure she gets a good position, Chris. I’m willing to do anything for you if you promise to make it happen.” Franco’s voice was the only thing disturbing my peace. “Should I join you on your mission to conquer Southeast Asia? If so, I wouldn’t mind. I think I’d like to visit Thailand and enjoy their sex tourism once in a while.”

Damn. This guy never bothered contacting me and talking like a typical cousin. But Franco had reached out again this afternoon as if he still wanted to ensure the same thing.

“Forget about the vacation and the sex parties I planned. Tell me, did she get a job at your office? She doesn’t know I know you, so make sure you don’t mention my name at all.”

I raised an eyebrow, sensing something different stirring in his mind—curiosity.

Aside from the question of how Cassandra could fail to recognize me, the fact that Franco knew her was also intriguing enough to investigate.

“Have you slept with her?”

“Damn!” Franco cursed. “Do you think my relationship with her is like that?”

“Do you have any relationships with women besides sleeping with them?”

“You’re not wrong about that.” Franco clicked his tongue. “I admit my reputation is terrible. Every woman ever seen with me has slept with me. I suppose your reputation isn’t much different since, as far as I know, you only let women near you if you can sleep with them. But trust me, Cassie is different.”

“What’s different about her?” I couldn’t believe I said that, but it was what came out of my mouth.

“Cassie…” Franco paused as if carefully considering his words.

For God’s sake, I knew Franco never thought before speaking. He always said whatever was on his mind, never bothering to use his brain.

“Cassie is a woman I respect. I can admit I like her, but it’s a different kind of like. I don’t care if I never sleep with her, but I always want to help her get what she deserves.”

I clenched my fist and didn’t know why my mind replayed the moment when Cassandra’s green eyes stared at me so boldly as if she feared nothing. I still clearly remembered Cassandra’s kiss—it was amateurish but enough to ignite a fire within me.

“Cassandra walked into my office while Esmeralda was… licking me. She saw me and seemed completely shocked.”

“Wait!” Franco interjected quickly. “You did ‘that’ in front of her? That’s insane, man!” There was a pause before he continued. “And how come you’re calling her Cassandra? Shouldn’t you use her last name to sound more professional?”

“Do you really want to know what happened between us?”

“Don’t mess with her, Chris. I’m seriously warning you.” Franco’s tone changed, and I could hear it clearly. “This isn’t about whether I like her or not. It’s about me knowing her well and deeply respecting her. Cassie isn’t that kind of woman. She’s not the type we easily get. She holds her dignity, and I’ll be furious if you try to do anything bad to her.”

I couldn’t hold back a scoff that escaped my lips. I didn’t know if I was mocking Franco, myself, or maybe that damn green-eyed woman.

“I wasn’t even finished with my sentence, and you’re already preaching like a priest. I was just going to say she’ll start working as my secretary tomorrow.”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, I thought the call had been disconnected.

No. Of course, the call was still connected, and Franco was listening intently.

“What?”

“Sir, your meeting is ready, and the entire team is waiting for you,” Sergio’s voice came through the intercom on my desk phone.

I remained seated, staring at my computer screen. Damn it, the screen still displayed the profile of the woman who had just left my office.

The call with Franco was still ongoing, and he seemed to be in disbelief over what he’d just heard.

Without wasting more time, I ended the call with Franco and turned back to Sergio. “Cancel the meeting. I have something else to handle now,” I said in one breath.

“Sure, Sir.”

“Connect me to Dexon, Sergio.”

“I’m listening, Sir.” Without hesitation, Sergio followed my orders seamlessly. He didn’t even complain when I added to his workload by canceling the meeting I had requested just two hours ago.

“Yes, Chris? I’m on my way to Italy to handle the shipment to Iraq. You’ll receive the report shortly.” Dexon exhaled. “Are we heading for World War III? These weapons are more than enough to destroy a nation. Do they want to take over a specific country?”

In my line of work, I had different people to manage different aspects. And this time, I needed Dexon.

“Do you remember when I asked you to handle my marriage?”

There was a pause before Dexon responded. I knew my question was unrelated to the report he’d just given me. “Of course, I remember. That was just yesterday. Is there a problem?”

The problem, damn it, was that there wasn’t one—yet. But I seemed to be inviting it to come my way.

“Do you still have my wife’s identity on record? I think she just applied for a job at my company without knowing I’m her husband. Interestingly, it seems she has a relationship with my cousin.”