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"Then you, Miss Janet Parker, will be the company's new marketer to be employed"

Those words struck me so hard, I found my eyes widened at his utterance, mouth gaping without warning.

"Excuse me?" The words left my lips at once, ears not believing what had broken out.

"Do you need me to fetch a translator, Miss Parker?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you majored in communications" He called at once.

"I don't see any reason why it should be hard getting my message"

"You stated yourself that you could please me" His voice was low.

"I'd like to see how well you can"

And with that, he had pushed away. His figure pulling to that chair, with body sinking into it slowly.

"The interview lasts for only ten minutes, Miss Parker" His voice was enough to snap me out my trance.

"If you consider getting this job, then you should get yourself moving" He added.

At those words, my feet had pushed forward, steps slow, eyes never leaving his.

His gaze held some form of amusement, eyes watching as I drew closer to him. My heart had embarked on a race of its own, mind wondering whatever antics I thought was wise putting up.

What would Tara think? Oh, she would burst into a fit of laughter if I am to narrate my ordeal to her.

For some reason, I waited for him to tell me it was only a prank, and was just a means of leaving me shaken.

But, those words never poured out his lips. And I tell you, I sure was shaken.

That gaze only watched.

Watching as I pulled myself to the table, with his form right before me. Throat had turned dry at that lingering gaze, chest racing while I pulled my legs apart, leaving a sight of my sheer stockings all for him to behold.

I saw the rush of delight fill his eyes, body relaxed back in that chair, with face bearing neither a smile nor a frown.

Slowly and cautiously, my fingers tugged at the buttons of the white shirt Tara had been so kind to cop from Macy's.

That red brassiere gifted to me by mother was what was left peering at the face of the young man before me.

His eyes beheld the sight so well, gaze skimming my cleavage, all the way to my parted legs in front of him.

I watched him pull forward, and at the touch of his hands against my thighs, I found that breath which had so gotten hitched in my throat soon pouring out.

He had gotten to his feet, hands still clutching tightly at my thighs.

"You're not doing enough to please me, Miss Parker" His breath poured against the skin of my ears, fingers trailing around my frail arms.

My body shuddered at his touch, sharp breaths pouring out my lips.

"If one speaks of pleasure, they must be informed of how much weight it is" He followed.

My eyes only stared back into his, watching the glee that filled that gaze which did enough in pulling me.

He was enjoying every bit of this. Every bit of seeing me regret, and at that, I pulled myself closer to him, taking off the jacket worn on his body.

That white shirt clung onto his chest so well, his arms bulked underneath the fabric.

"You should know it's dangerous to start what one can't finish" His voice was low, breaths fanning against my neck.

At every utterance he gave, he would push his hands further up my thighs, sending the heat all through my body.

"Even more dangerous when you're confined to a space" His hands clutched at the sheer fabric underneath my skirt, tugging at it in a go. I heard the rip follow, with the stockings pulling apart, my bare skin was all that was left out.

In a second, his hands had grabbed a hold of my hips, gentle fingers trailing around my skin.

I could feel my breaths getting heavier, fingers clutching at the table.

In a second, he had brought his fingers to that gap between my thighs, a grin tugging at his lips while he watched my eyes plead for him to go on.

That sharp call, at once escaped my lips.

That call of pleasure the instant his index had slipped in between my thighs, soon broke out into the room.

I tried so much suppressing my voice, chest heaving while he filled his mouth with my bosoms.

His hands were gentle, lips fondling with my half-covered breasts.

"Mr Holden" My voice cracked, tone wavering, while my fingernails dug into the desk, thighs feeling the warmth that his fingers brought about.

We should stop.

Ten minutes had gone past, yet my hands clung onto his, tightly, body drawn to his form.

"Mr Holden?" A voice outside the door soon broke out, followed with a couple taps on the hard door.

Yet, that not for once got him to a stop. He held onto my form so tight, fingers sliding in and out my vulva.

At this point, I cared not having my voice controlled. It poured out without warning, while my entire body was left jolting at every of his touch.

"Mr Holden" There followed the voice yet again, with the knocks soon coming.

His hands had snaked through my waist, my head falling back in an instant, while his lips slapped against my bosoms.

I should pull away, yet, I yearned for him to go on. We must stop, still, neither of us made a move.

There our forms were, hands grasping onto each other's, with my call of pleasure brushing hard into his ears.

I felt my body giving in, legs filling with warmth, while they jolted at his hold.

He had pulled back in a second, leaving me gasping at his hands which still lingered in between my thighs.

I watched him move away from me, hands reaching for the glass of wine sat on the desk before him.

He downed the lot in a second, gaze snapping to my form, while I was left fastening my brassiere.

My fingers were left fiddling with the last button of my shirt, hands soon reaching to tug my skirt down.

I felt my legs already weary in these heels, body getting a hold of it while I stepped aside, right the same minute a figure had barged into the office.

It was a lady.

Adalynn, so she had introduced earlier.

In her hands was a file, a file of all the names of every applicant. My name somewhere probably down there, written in black ink, with a box in front, waiting to be ticked or cancelled.

Whichever it was, I would only get through.

The eyes of Adalynn accessed the area, gaze shifting from the form of Mr. Holden to the quaked one of mine.

"Mr Holden" She had called in a breath, eyes staring back at the young man who only peered back at her with a blank face.

"Forgive me, Sir" She called at once. "I feared something might have happened"

"Dismiss the people waiting outside and let it be known that Miss Parker here now has the job"

Those words got my jaw dropping, eyes widened at his departing form.

"Sir?" That same lady who had ushered me into this building the very first day I set foot here, was left dumbfounded at his pronouncement.

"And let it be the last time you or any other person barges into my office like that" He called right before stepping out the room, leaving the gazes of Adalynn and I shifting between each other.

I know I had fought to get this, hoped to get a new job even, but after what happened right here, I only prayed he would turn me away, rejecting me as an employee.

But perhaps, Tara was right, if your résumé never works, your charms should.

And that sure got me being the employee to Mr. Holden. A man whom I had shamelessly brought myself before, having a make out session with him in his office, and now I was left with nothing, but to behold that face every single day.