Chapter 4

CHARLOTTA 

I watched as he rose from his chair, turning his back to me and staring out the window at the stunning cityscape below. I sat back down on the soft plush tuffet, feeling confused and uncertain. I had no idea what to say or do, and I could feel my brain whirring, trying to make sense of it all. I thought that I came prepared and everything was all figured out but it seems this Bruce of a guy would be a tough one. He was totally different from what I had expected him to be.

"Your answers are great! It's just that... you.. you are not whom you claimed to be and your ascent is not purely American." He turned to face me again and his face was giving me chills, as he was all serious and formal. I have been in many strange situations, during my date with different types of men, but right now, I feel more skittish than I had ever felt. He saw through my game, and he could incite fear even in me.

“I get it you don't want me working for your company because you discovered that I am an immigrant and that I'm not purely American! You're are a fucking racist!!!" I began to play like I was offended and sad, I stood up and prepared to leave. He wouldn't like it if I told the press that he refused to give me a job simply because I was an immigrant.

“Charlotta." I heard his voice coming after me before I could reach the door. I looked up to meet his gaze, and I found his face only inches away from mine. I could smell his cologne, and it made my heart flutter. I was lost in the sight of his ocean-blue eyes, his broad shoulders, and his perfectly sculpted lips. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a wave of heat wash over me. I knew I should pull away, but his allure was impossible to resist. I could feel myself giving in to his magnetism, and I didn't want to fight it anymore.

"Please wait!" He almost whispered with a demanding tone, his breath brushing my cheeks. Figuring out that I was in control, I played a little more to ensure my plan would work. I didn't really care about the interview. He could find a number of qualified employees for all I care. I only needed to gain his trust. 

"Are you afraid that I will damage your reputation by telling the press how you refused to let me work for your company because I'm not purely American?" I whispered back, licking my lips in a seductive manner.

"I don't give a shit about who you are, or where the fuck you came from." He responded calmly, moving forward, causing me to stagger until my back reached the door. “Now, why don't you fucking tell me why you are really here?" He whispered at the side of my neck creating goosebumps all over my body.

I swallowed, closing my eyes to enjoy his warm breath on my neck. My heart was about to burst out from his actions. I was getting wet between my legs and all I could think of was the feel of his breath on my neck. I had to remind myself that I was here for a mission.

I took a few deep breaths while he was still leaning very close to me. Then I straightened my short black skirt to hide how weak I felt under his attention. My mind was racing, my thoughts were clouded by desire and confusion. I had come here for a purpose, but I couldn't get myself together.

Instantly, there was a ring on the telephone and Bruce left to answer the call. Taking his place on his office chair, his lips were slightly lifted at the corners when he picked up and spoke in a cool voice, “hello,” he gave a series of responses to the person on the other side of the call, “I will be there in few minutes," he concluded and stuck the telephone back on the table.

He turned, finally, to face me, his features unreadable. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, “Remind me where we left off," he was grilling me, provoking me to say something while I felt somewhat stunned by his previous actions. I did not answer, but I took a few steps to go in front of his desk, instead of standing like a fool near the door.

“Ummmm…," I stammered, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't... I just…” I trailed off, at a loss for how to explain what had happened. I can't believe I had somehow failed this interview, like I had made a mistake that I couldn't undo. All I could do was hope that he would give me a chance.

"You know what? I think I am going to give you the job,” he said as if he read through my thoughts. “Give me a reason not to trust you and you will regret ever stepping into this office." His lips were twisted in a way, showing how proud he was by seeing right through me.

I bit my lips to hide my shy, guilty smile, watching him go to the other side of the room to pick up a stash of paper before walking up to me. I could barely breathe from the tension he created in me. His amazing body was standing behind me, a little too close, and at moments, I could feel his clothes brushing against mine. He was intimidatingly attractive, and he knew it.

He handed me the stack of paper, before speaking, "Welcome to LOTEX Group. Sign in your signature and make sure you are here exactly at 8:00 AM tomorrow morning to begin work," he said, before walking out of the room.

Bruce Moore is a fucking devil, a tyrant. I knew that this mission would be difficult, but I never expected that the hardest part would be dealing with the fucking CEO. I can be a bad ass bitch when I need to be, but something about him brought out the timidness in me. Perhaps I wasn't the baddie I thought I was afterall.