Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs.
“Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.”
My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate.
( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)