Chapter 5

But my wolf isn't happy about the tinge of anger in her scent. An apology is on my lips another first. Jackson King doesn't apologize. I don't owe her one, either. If I had my way I'll pull her into the nearest conference room, spank her ass for the Whipping boy comment, and spend the next three hours teaching her pleasure at the tip of my tongue. I'd go down on her until her screams of pleasure and told to everyone in the building that she's mine.

That would take care of her annoyance, and her nervousness. Or is it arousal.

"Oh, it's just a routine interview no need to take up your time." Stu says.

I'll be dammed if I let Stu or any other male to get her alone.

Luis clears his throat as a signal warning that Stu he's on the verge of pissing me off. I narrow my eyes at Stu. "I decided how to spend my time. Shall we go into the conference room, Or are we interviewing her here in the hallway?" Stu scrawls as if I busted up his frat party.

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                     KYLIE POV:

Holy awkward, Batman. So much acing the interview. I didn't think it could go wrong, but being caught in a tug of war between Stu and Jackson is another precious moment in this craptastic day. I can't believe I just had a meltdown in front of Jackson King. And gushed like a schoolgirl about what type of nerd he was and whether he was gay, and Oh God did I really insinuate that he whips his sexual partners?

What the fuck is wrong with me? Not even Interviewing for Dummies can save me now. Of course, he let me think he wasn't the CEO. Kind of a dick move really. I should be glaring at him but no, I' m still flustered from him touching me. Too bad getting felt up by Jackson King isn't one of the perks of the job.

Damn, I really, really want this. Groping aside, SeCure is the pinnacle of cybersecurity. As a teen it was the ultimate hack. After almost ten years of hiding, it feels like coming home. Like I've trained my whole life to stand here, and now that I've gone legit, I can step into my rightful place.

The fact that I'd be working under Jackson King has nothing to do with it. Well maybe a teensy, tiny bit. My body would certainly like to be under him right now. Lordy, I have to get through the interview without imagining his hands on me...

The death stare between Stu and Jackson has gone on long enough.

"Where's the conference room?" I chirp. I take several deep gulps of breath and follow Stu into a large conference room. I can do this I've handled much more difficult things major heists at the age of twelve, losing my mom and dad, being trapped in an air duck for ten hours.... This is nothing.

It's only an interview. I sit down and the three men position themselves across from me. The chairs are big and plushy but barely accommodate Jackson's muscular frame. He swives a little, and eyes on me. The man can intimidate even sitting down..

I allow myself a tiny frown in his direction. He lied to me and he's making me interview with him as if this day could get any more awkward.

He meets my glower with raised eyebrows.

Why, oh why did I say all those things in the Elevator? It was like I'd swallowed truth serum.

Maybe that is one of Jackson's King superpowers making people tell him every thought that pops into their heads. I've never been so real with anyone in my life. I've told a million lies, but a little bit of a panic attack and all my training fell away.

My dad would lecture me if he was still alive. Stu shuffles some of paper and shoves one toward Mr. King.

"Here's her resume." he says. "You can see her qualifications are quite impressive."

Stu definitely overstated my resume. Sure, I'd graduated summa cum laude with an IS degree from Georgetown after convincing them to let me take all my classes online, but my work experience was written code for the gaming company where I currently work. At least the only work experience that was legal. There's plenty of stuff I can't mention.

"Do you want to start?" Luis asks king.

King leans back in the chair and crosses his long, elegant legs. damn I've always drooled over his pictures online, but he's even more handsome in person. Photos didn't do him justice not even the spread in Time Magazine when he was named "Man of the Year " for solving the world's credit card fraud problems.

Nothing about him say "geek" at all actually. With thick dark hair, kept on the long, shaggy side a square jaw and jade green eyes, he looks rugged. He also holds an air of danger, his power barely contained by his expensive suit. He looks back at me, his face an inscrutable mask.

"What do you know about infosec Kylie?" King asks. I lace my fingers together on the table. No sense being nervous. I blew any chance I had of winning this job when I called him a deviant sociopath in the Elevator. He probably just wants payback, and making me sit through the most awkward interview in the history of the world is his preferred form of torture.

Fuck this. I'm not getting the job. Why stay and suffer? I push my chair back and rise. "You know, I don't think this is a good idea."

Stu shoots to his feet, looking angry. "Why not? Wait just a minute."

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time." I says.

Stu steps between me and the door, like he's not going to let me go. His job must be on the line if he can't fill this position.

Not my problem, buddy. What's he gonna do, body check me if I make a break for it?

"I think, actually I screwed up this interview back in the Elevator. So I'll just see myself out. Thank you---"

"Sit down Ms. McDaniel." King commands, his deep resonant voice like a steel. I stop in my tracks. damn he's even hotter when he's stern. Like in the Elevator my body responds, Nipples getting hard, p*ssy dampening. His nostrils flare as if he can smell it. But that's ridiculous He's still sitting, but there's no question who holds the power in the room.