Chapter 3

BRUCE

She was taken aback by my tone, and I realized that she might be a total stranger to me even though I had this feeling of familiarity between us. I thought I knew her, but it happens that the decent-looking lady in front of me was a different person altogether. She looked like a fallen angel. Her beauty was overwhelming, and I can't help but steal a flirting glance at her rounded breast. She was wearing a white corporate shirt and a short black skirt. I bet her ass are fucking hot, too. 

"I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about," she snapped, and proceeded to clarify herself. “My name is Mary Anderson and I'm here for the interview scheduled for 9 AM," she said swiftly in a voice that only belonged to seducers.

"Oh!" I remembered that I had an interview to coordinate, but the sight of her, with her flawless skin and expressive eyes, kept drawing my gaze. I struggled to compose myself and ignore the pounding of my heart. I had to remind myself that she was here for a job, and I was in charge. “I suppose you are aware that this is an office and you don't just barge in anyhow you like,” I made it clear for her and finally walked past her, taking my place behind the desk.

"I was ringing the bell but there was no response," she said with her teeth tripping her base lip. I gulped when she did that, my dirty mind suddenly coming up with different scenarios that involved her naked and her red painted lips on my dick. No, I can't think about her like that. I tried to force my brain to cooperate, but I was always too easily aroused.

“Were you invited in?” I asked, giving her a cold stare, despite the clenching feeling in my chest, I maintained control over my expression.

“It's a public office and I don't think I need any invitations or whatsoever to come in plus I notified my presence before stepping in,” she said boldly and I was flustered. Just who does she think she was speaking to in such a manner?

“Nobody comes into my office uninvited,” I continued, “sit down there let's begin," I waved my hand towards the black tuffet in front of my desk as she sat down, a slouchy portion of her boobs were on full view now. I couldn't help but ogled at them. There is something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it is the way she carried herself, or the fact that she seemed so out of this world. 

"I am ready," she pulled me away from my stare, and I nervously licked my bottom lip, pushing my thoughts away to be able to concentrate on the interview.

"Alright!" I cleared my throat and grabbed a pen from the table before leaning back on my comfortable chair. “So tell me, why do you want this job?" I asked with my tongue in cheek.

"I've been looking for a job for a while, and I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for me. Not just because of the job description, but because of the company's values,” she said, her voice taking on a more formal tone.

“Do you know any specific skills or strengths that you would bring to the role of personal secretary?"

"My role primarily would involve managing schedules, coordinating meetings, and handling correspondence,” she replied confidently. I think I like her already.

"This position may require occasional overtime or flexibility with hours. Are you able to accommodate that?"

"Yes, I am more than willing to be flexible with my schedule as needed, ensuring that tasks are completed efficiently and effectively," as she spoke, I jotted down notes on her responses and I couldn't help but feel impressed.

I paused for a moment to process her answers, racking my brain for any additional questions I might have. "What makes you think you are qualified?" I asked, looking intently at her eyes. All seductive and clear as a crystal.

"My qualifications are a perfect fit for this role, because I have previous work experience as a consultant which makes me the ideal candidate. I believe my skills would be an asset to this company,” she explained.

“Many people are in need of this position as much as you are and I can assure you that ninety percent of the candidates might be capable of doing this job way better than you. Why should we pick you instead of them?” I asked, stroking my chin.

"That's why it's overtly important you take a look at my resume," she offered, handing me her files and adjusting her shirt at the same time. Thanks to her see-through vest, I spotted a clear view of those breasts. Damn!

I wanted to impress her for some reason but I just didn't want to show her how much effect she was having on me. I was aware of the small voice in my head telling me to shut off whatever thoughts I was having of her. She looked so young, she couldn't be very much older than 20 years old.

"Hmm, good to know. Miss...?" I scratched my forehead and glanced at her resume. I noted her impressive educational background but a bit of a name inconsistency. "Your qualifications are impressive, Miss Anderson but I'm not sure this profile belongs to you."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she began to protest. "There must have been a mistake somewhere,” she responded, biting her lips and offering me a seductive gaze.

"You are not Mary Anderson," I returned my attention to the list of candidates while reaching for the telephone on my desk.

"No, wait!" she placed her palm over my hand and I clasped another of my hands on hers. I could feel how soft her skin was on mine. "It is me… I meant that… but my friends do call me Charlotta sometimes."

She was faltering with her response and I knew she was not whom she claimed to be and probably not here for the job either. I shook my head, allowing myself to get lost in the thousands of thoughts that kept playing in my mind. My heart craved her but my head is feeling otherwise.

“Charlotta!" I reiterated, clearing my throat and glancing down at our joined hands. "I'm afraid I can't offer you this job." I made things clear to her as I withdrew my hands from hers.