HIS EROTIC WHISPER 18

Right here is the day I have being waiting for, the day of my interview at Van Enterprises.

I was brought back to life by the sunglight that hit my face through the window, realizing it was the big day. Time to know what the day holds for me. A quick yawn and stretch, and I rolled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. .

Dressed in a simple Walmart find, I went to the kitchen to get stuffed with breakfast. After not being sure of what I really wanted for breakfast, I settled for Toast, and some Sunnt-Side-Up eggs and some hot dog. With my outfit sorted, I faced the mirror, adjusting my collar and running a comb through my hair. I wanted to look neat and put together, looking the the absolute best for the interview.

I suddenly became anxious as I stepped out of the house into the buslting street to catch the bus to Van enterprises.

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His face resembles that of my ideal man, featuring a well-defined jawline and tousled dark curls that beg for a touch. His cheeks sport a casual five o'clock beard. With deep, magnetic blue eyes, he focuses intently on my file, methodically turning the sheets as if grading exam papers like a professor. The glow from the large glass wall behind him catches on his Toms watch, enhancing his overall charisma. Dressed in a deep grey three-piece suit covering his broad shoulders and lean muscles, his appearance commands the room.

He is so beautiful to look at that I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him that this plan would fail if I couldn't control my mind. Like me, if you read romance novels too often, you get into the habit of seeing yourself as the main character whenever a situation like this happens. "Miss. Nancy Toms..." the man begins in a deep voice that makes me squeeze my legs. He shuts the file and raises his eyes to my face. He puts his elbows on top of the file, resting his chin above as he studies me. "I'll ask one simple question - why do you want this job?"

I adjusted my dress and sit up straight. "Mr. Harry, I have done extensive research on your company Sir. I think the management and setting you have here is just what I have being searching for. I'll work hard to establish my worth if hired for the role.

He raises a hand and gestures for me to stop talking."Miss. Toms..." He leans back in his chair like a man who knows he owns the conversation without requiring permission. "You've applied for the position of my PA. The position does not only require hard work and dedication but also compatibility with me. You understand what I am saying, right?"

"I do."

He nods slowly, picking my portfolio again and studying it.

"Your qualification impresses me but the part about your interests and hobbies has me hesitating. Can you describe them to me in more detail?"

"I like to read," I answer immediately. "I like to read and knit and blog about stuff. It helps me pass time."

Mr. Harry shakes his head dismissively and raises a dark eyebrow. "I've met thirty other candidates who share same interests in hobbies. What distinguishes you, Miss Toms? Why do you suppose I ought to pick you?"

He lets go of my portfolio and looks at me more intently, as though he's eager to see if he's finally starting to irritate me. My interests shouldn't be related to the requirements of the work, but he's making this casual talk seem so formal.

"Mr. Harry, I do realize how my qualifications are nothing out of the ordinary but I have been told that I have a way of surprising people with my dedication towards any kind of work. I'm passionate about basically everything I do and work is another passion of mine. I don't work to earn but because I love work itself. It pleases me."

"Work gives you pleasure, Miss. Toms?" A corner of his lips lifts to form a boyish smirk. I can't deny it. This man has charm. "How much pleasure exactly?"

I sense the way his line of questioning is slowly changing directions. He doesn't smile though. Even his smirk is the tiniest curve. I doubt anyone has ever seen this man smile. All his pictures in magazines and last year's Forbes Top Youngest Billionaires were devoid of a smile.

"I'll say if you give me the position, you'll find me extremely pleasurable, Mr. Harry. I have been told to have great flexibility," I reply, squaring my shoulders. "For work, of course."

Mr. Harry's jaw doesn't budge as he scans my physique, taking in my outrageously expensive—but yet inexpensive—Walmart dress that I bought just for the interview. I soon realised that it wasn't really about getting the Job, but about owning Mr Harry. I did what I was told and gave it my all. Although my dark brown hair is styled in a polished bun at the back of my head, a few delicate tendrils perfectly frame my face with waves. While I haven't worn much makeup, most men find it difficult to ignore the wine-red hue of my lipstick.Mr. Harry doesn't look impressed though as he shrugs disinterestedly.

“Miss. Toms, I appreciate you coming in here, but I don't believe you will be able to match my expectations. I want an assistant who can stand up to me, speak up when I make a mistake, and not run to the toilet in tears after every criticism I give them. Are you able to cope with that? Because you appear to be just as common as the many other applicants who have come in and sat here today.

"And you obtained that about my personality just by sitting here and asking me worthless questions?" I toss back at him before leaning forward slightly, confidently meeting his eyes. "If you really want to take on someone today, you should ask them about something more important than their hobbies. For example, give me a circumstance and ask me how I would manage it as your future personal assistant."

"Excuse me? Miss Toms, are you teaching me how to do interviews?" The man looks at me strangely, clearly insulted. "You'll do well to remember which side of this room you're sitting on."

You mentioned earlier that you wanted someone to confront you and call you out on your errors. Mr. Harry, that's exactly what I'm doing."