Chapter Two.

"Oh, I uh, I'm. . ." I stutter, trying to find the words to explain why I'm topless in his office like this.

The whole situation was a minor misunderstanding, but for some strange reason, I couldn't explain myself to this man.

The smug on his face was still very much present as if this ordeal was entertaining him.

Why didn't I use the bathroom? Why did I decide to come in here?

Was there even a way to scavenge this interview, it was already in the mud.

There was a zero percent chance that your possible employer would see your boobs at your job interview but of course, I Amelia Harper managed to beat all odds. I wasn't being sarcastic but factual, this could have happened to anyone but it happened to me

He was Mr. Jarvis, the stranger who I bumped into. The man who saw my boobs, and is still seeing it, fuck I was still topless.

"I know how this looks. But—"

Mr. Jarvis is not only my man who I might end up taking care of his kid, but he's also the sexiest man I've ever had.

And now he's seen my chest. He's seen my breast!

I couldn't think straight with his intense blue eyes on me.

My cheeks are red, and my heart is beating very fast. I can feel the heat of embarrassment as it spreads from my face to my neck and down over my chest. I can't believe this is happening. But there was another feeling I just couldn't make out, the feeling that made goosebumps appear on my neck and made my breath heighten, leaving me breathless.

I wish I could explain myself. I wish I had turned around, hiding my chest from him. I wish I had just woken up on time today then none of this would have happened. The coffee incident and the whole boobs shenanigan would never had happen.

"You might want to put that on sooner than later.." it sounded as if he was enjoying this a little too much. I worried about the job I just lost.

But there was still a major problem; I was still naked from the top up.

I turned around and buttoned up the shirt the kind receptionist gave me, hiding my bra in the coffee-stained shirt.

I sat down and looked at him for him to continue the interview. But he wasn't talking, instead. He was staring at me. . . Why is he staring at me like that?

His gaze bore holes into me, making my skin burn, and my heart race. I was afraid to move, afraid to even try and look in his direction because the fear was gripping, but still, his gaze wasn't breaking.

What the hell is he thinking? What's going through his head?

Your naked breasts, that's what!

"Your shirt, Miss Harper." He finally said and I looked down. Holy Shit! Not again. "You buttoned it all wrong."

My shirt was buttoned all wrong, creating a big open space in my boob area, making my cleavage all visible again.

I facepalmed before sighing. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I tried to think, but I couldn't, not by the way his eyes were devouring me, maybe I was imagining everything. His lashes were long, almost creating an umbrella effect with his intense blue eyes.

I turned around trying to properly button up the shirt but my bag fell, I bent down to pick it up but I heard him groan, and that was when I realized I might have flashed him.

Why was today so wrong?

I wanted today to be a dream, for me to wake up to my alarm clock being seven thirty and me going to my real interview.

I wanted to cry, I did, but I held my tears.

Part of me told me that I've lost this one, weeks of job hunting came to nothing. Guess I was back again, unemployed and searching.

Get your shut together Amelia, you got this.

But the only thing was that I didn't.

"Sit." He commanded and I did, taking one big gulp. I offered him a smile which he didn't return.

"Is this your sorry excuse of seduction?" He asked me to raise my eyebrows.

"Excuse you?"

"It would take more than your little clumsy tricks to make me even want to look in your direction"

Who was he kidding? I saw his ogling at my breast, yes this wasn't planned, but for about five minutes his eyes were glued there.

I felt incredibly offended and still angry at myself for gushing over his good looks, the man was unnecessarily rude and harsh.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, as my voice weakened, my confidence level was at an all-time low now.

"You want to be a nanny?" He said and finished with a laugh, I sensed the sarcasm and the underlined insult. "Is it that the excuse you used to try and execute your pathetic excuse of a lure? You wanted to tempt me in, lure me in, nice, I'll give you a two out of ten, maybe an E for effort.'

Did this guy just rate my boobs an E? I mean I know they aren't incredibly big or anything, but an E was too low. Pitiful even.

But I had brought it all to myself, I gulped again.

"Who sent you Miss Harper?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows.

"Pardon."

He had this cocky smile on his face, who sent me how?

"Mr Jarvis, I assure you that I'm here for one thing and one thing alone, for a job interview."

"I believe my question is straightforward, who sent you and why? I can pay you double if you tell me."

"I beg your Pardon, no one sent me…. I came on my own accord." I said finishing with a scorn

"So you came to seduce me on your own accord?" He asked and I sighed.

"Check my resume, Mr. Jarvis," I replied, already losing hope.

"I know that trick, are you a hooker? Maybe looking for a common change, you're barking up the wrong tree."

I was beyond shocked, was that what he thought? That this was a bug ruse I planned for him to fuck me? Yes, the whole situation was suspicious, it was all a big confusion.

He had this smug look on his face and I wondered how I was fawning over this jerk earlier on.

"With all due respect. I am not a hooker." I said closing my arms together to look intimidating.

"Exhibit one I can see your nipples." I blushed all over again.

Looking down, it was one hundred percent correct, my nipples were very much visible through that shirt.

"IT'S ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING!" In my defense, I didn't know why I screamed out those words, but I banged my hands on the table out of frustration.

It all didn't faze rock-hard Mr. Jarvis, he smirked instead, making me feel like I was wasting my time.

"You know what, I'll give you a second chance, another interview, your chance to prove that you're not a hooker."

I stared at him looking very confused.

"It's very obvious you aren't ready for this interview, I don't believe in second chances Miss Harper so consider yourself lucky."  He smirked before continuing. "Another date will be communicated to you."

I stood up, but before taking my leave, I decided to speak, I can't leave it like this.

"You know what Mr. Jarvis, thank you for the opportunity and I'll be there, why because I'm not a hooker, tell your receptionist I said thank you for the shirt, and I'll return it dry cleaned."

With that I took my leave, knowing the memory of this interview would haunt me till I die.

* * *

"How was the interview?" Aria asked as she came into the room.

"What happened?" She asked, obviously concerned, and I smiled before talking. "You need to sit down to hear this."

Aria was laughing as I told her. "I can't believe that happened to you."

"Well believe it, 'cause it did, I can still feel his gaze on my breast." I sank into the chair and gave her a pitiful look.

"At least he gave you a second chance."

I didn't know why I felt as if that was just another chance to embarrass myself.

Mr. Jarvis put a whole new meaning to the word mean.

But yet I still needed that job. I wished that I could change the terrible impression I had created. Or at least I hope I can

"He called my boobs a two, rating it an E," I said and Aria gave me a soft look.

"Are you sure you want to babysit his kid?" I didn't know the answer to that question, instead, I just screamed into a pillow.

I don't know.

"I need that job." The pay was good, hell the pay was amazing

"Then go for it, show him how amazing you are."