Dr. Boss

by Ivy Blake

  Man, I really felt for her. I felt the same way. My parents were very supportive, and hard-working. But if I didn’t get this job, I would have to move back home after graduation and I definitely didn’t want to do that.

  “I know. I have to go, I’m sorry.” I smiled sadly at her and left.

  One minute. I tapped my foot nervously, standing by the door. What if they hated me? I imagined they would. They were so mean to her, I didn’t do well with mean. Only because I didn’t take shit from people, and I didn’t like when people come for me without warrant. If they said something I didn’t like, I was afraid I would retort with something equally unfriendly.

  Of course, I know how to hold my tongue. But still. No one likes being yelled at.

  “You ready?” The woman from before asked. You’re asking me? I thought.

  “Sure. Yes.” I reassured myself.

  I had given presentations to hundreds of students before, this was just two men. What could go wrong?

  “Go on in.”

  I walked in to them having a conversation, but didn’t look at them. I headed straight for the podium. I wouldn’t look until I began, it would keep my nerves down. But I kept overhearing what they were saying.

  “Okay, back to the club. We have a membership for a reason, and we never go.” The voice was deep, and ropey. Each word had its own harsh undertone, and drawl.

  “Yeah, ‘cause we have been busy.” My back was to them, setting up the boards. The second voice was deep as well, but softer. The kind that could lull you to sleep.

  I shuddered at the energy in the room, whoever they were. They were intense. I bent over to get my laptop out, and the talking ceased.

  The room was so quiet, I could hear the empty seats. Now, I was nervous. My heart beat into my ears, and I felt my back growing moist with nervous sweats. I kept my face from sweating by standing in front of the fan on the podium.

  That was it, everything was set up.

  I drew my eyes up, and focused on the two men sitting across from me. My knees shook in my heels, and I was wide eyed like a confused little girl. These weren’t men they were…they were gods. Built by the gods, for the gods, and everything in between.

  On the left; I saw a beachy man with light brown hair and gray eyes, that I could feel from here. I say beachy because of his shorts and polo, it was very casual. His tattoo peeked out of his broad, muscular chest. I felt myself wanting to lick…stop.

  But next to him was Geek Squad on steroids. He had a similar muscular build, but it was wrapped in a crisp white dress shirt, silk tie, and black dress pants. His hair was much darker, and his eyes a piercing blue.

  He said, “Ready?”

  Well, now I’m not.

  3

  Jake

  I was not built for this. I barely make it through the meetings at work, let alone thirty twenty-somethings who think just because they are about to get a degree, they know everything.

  We have done this for years but this was disappointing. I knew I would be taking out my bad mood on the bags later today. I would rather be in the gym. I’m no meat head, but I know how to deal with my stress. Fighting.

  I wanted to fight every one of these applicants; verbally, I mean. Most of them knew half of what they were saying, pitched shit we would never do and never have done, and others just waltzed in here like they had it in the bag. I shut them down very quickly. I was just trying to help them in the future. And remind them of their place.

  The business world has a lot of fake it until you make it going on, but if you don’t do it right, you just piss everyone off. And I was pissed off.

  I needed to spar and fuck. I gave up on dating, so most of my action came from the women at the club Logan and I frequent. It wasn’t ideal, but any woman I came across these days had pursued me because they saw me on Forbes, or know I have money. Nothing was genuine, so why not get action from the professionals?

  Logan hadn’t given up though, but he wasn’t in a relationship either. We both had similar sexual tastes, back in college we found out sharing a woman is a lot more fun than being obligated to do all the work yourself. Tired? Not ready to go again? Just tag someone else in.

  Besides, it made for a better rush. I was going to get him in the club whether he liked it or not. I was about to seal the deal when I noticed someone else was in the room.

  Not just anyone.

  Our next applicant.

  Suddenly, I didn’t care what the hell she had to say. I just knew I had to work with this girl. I had to pursue her.

  She covered herself up in a suit, but I knew she was hiding a delectable body underneath. That skirt couldn’t hide her hips, especially not when she bent over. Her jacket curved over her breasts, the swells peeking out from underneath her dress shirt. She had her honey brown hair pulled back in a braid. I wanted to grab it and pull her onto me.

  It had been years since I got hard in a business meeting. She broke my dry spell. What was her name? I looked on the paper; Madeline Jackson. I took my pen pad and wrote her name on the ‘yes’ side, and slid it over to Logan. He shook his head in annoyance.

  He doesn’t always agree with my methods, obviously.

  “Ready?” I asked her. She blinked rapidly, trying to hide how she was sizing us up.

  She was the first girl of the ten or so to actually look at us. I felt human again, and she had quite the wandering eye. For both of us. She was perfect.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  She started by introducing herself and I leaned forward, all ears. And it was a super fucking bonus that I liked her idea. It matched what we had been doing for the past few years, and she referenced our environmentalism enough times, I knew she did her research properly. As she turned her back, I wrote a note to Logan.

  She’s ours.

  He arched a brow and mouthed what.

  We’re taking her. Boardroom and bedroom.

  He chuckled and played it off as a sneeze. She looked over from the graphic and went back to the screen. I could already see the vision. Young, hip college students hopping on the compost train. So much so that universities get involved, and that could increase our reach and revenue big time. Government tax breaks and reimbursements for our company, brilliant. It was set, we had to hire her.

  I didn’t want to buy her out, because then she would be gone. She needed to run the show, so I could be around her for the next twelve weeks, maybe more. She caught my eye like no one else; I watched her every move. Her slender fingers as they pointed to the screen, the flick of her wrists and the vein of her neck that sliced through her sinuous, creamy skin. Her voice was like a fucking Disney World princess, it echoed in the room and washed over me.

  I knew Logan was attracted to her too because he kept cricking his neck, one of his only tells. He wrote back finally.

  Yeah. She’s ours.

  “That’s all I have.” She giggled nervously.

  I paid attention for the most part, and I had a few questions. But she answered them so well I was already sold.

  “Is this something you want to sell?” Logan asked.

  Her thin brows creased as she pursed her lips.

  “In all honesty, no. I want to run it. With your help, of course.” Her small hand reached up to curl the stray hair behind her ear. Thank goodness she said that.

  “Give me one moment.” I stood up and went to Jana outside.

  “Hey, tell the rest of the applicants the position has been filled. If they still try to come inside…just try and make sure they don’t.”

  She frowned. “That isn’t fair. You should at least listen.” That was Jana for don’t be absurd, you aren’t doing that.

  I rolled my eyes and went back inside. We still had to pick buyouts anyway.

  I was so set on this girl, I was ready to go.

  Back in the room, Madeline looked very poised as she packed up her things, and the look on Logan’s face told me he was thinking the same thing. We wanted her.

  It had be
en a while since we shared someone, we’d been busy; I guess. But now, things were calming down. The team was taking care of the more time-consuming shit so we could just focus on the big things, like this damned interview session that had gone on for almost three hours.

  I sat back with Logan, as Madeline finished gathering her oversized graphics I took the opportunity to discuss things with Logan.

  “What do you think?” I whispered to Logan. He shrugged.

  “I liked the presentation.” He murmured, though he was talking so quietly he was practically mouthing.

  “Yeah, obviously.”

  “We’ll make her the CEO offer. But we’ve got to keep things separate to avoid a scandal.” He said.

  That was pretty much code for he was on the fence about it. He liked to keep things separate or he loses it, it may be a condition or something; I don’t know. Even if his food touches, he doesn’t like that very much.

  He cleared his throat and took the lead. It was better that way anyway, I wasn’t very good at being subtle.

  “Miss Jackson, we want to make you an offer.”

  She stood before us, eyes wide and lips full and pursed. I could imagine hundreds of tasks for those lips of hers. She had a distinct look to her; those clear green eyes and brown hair were in such a contrast. The thick braid she pulled her hair back in would be perfect for pulling, tugging…

  “Really?” her plump, peachy lips hinted at a smile.

  “Yes, our first one today.” Logan said. I heard the anticipation in his voice. He could try and hide it as much as he wanted, but I know he wanted her too.

  “Whoa, I’m honored. Thank you.” A beautiful smile found her face. She lit the room up, making things very hard. Particularly my dick.

  “No problem, we enjoyed your presentation. And think it is a good fit for our company. We have a few more applicants to see, but we want to offer you the CEO Mentorship position.”

  Her big round eyes widened even more before she composed herself. Her eyes glinted over to me and I realized I was inadvertently staring. I managed a reassuring smile that looked less like ‘I want to fuck you’ and more like ‘welcome to the team.’

  “Okay, thank you. Thank you so much.” She smiled at the both of us.

  I deftly nudged Logan under the table to hint at the other offer. Though we couldn’t hint at it quite yet, we didn’t want her thinking that’s the only reason she was chosen. I did like her idea, and she was qualified. But she was fucking gorgeous and has a body I just couldn’t let go.

  “If you don’t mind waiting for a little bit, we can discuss more after we’ve seen the other applicants.” Logan added.

  She nodded eagerly. “Of course.”

  “Jana will show you where to wait.”

  She nodded and grabbed her things before leaving. I took a deep exhale and leaned back. I rubbed my face in frustration; professional and sexual. The last thing I wanted to do was sit here and listen to more presentations.

  “There are only six more, toughen up.” Logan teased.

  “How are we going to convince her?” I asked pointedly.

  “What do you mean?” He scribbled on his notepad.

  Jana sent the next one in, a guy dressed in a tailored business suit. Who has a suit that nice in college? The nicest thing I had back in college was my motorcycle.

  “I mean, how will we get her in bed? She doesn’t look like the type to have done it before.”

  Which made her all the more appealing, but more of a flight risk too. The last few times we did this, we met the girls at membership clubs, places where you would expect the women to be down for it. I didn’t know what to think about Madeline, she was almost impossible to read.

  “I guess not. Maybe it will help if you don’t do any of the talking.”

  “You know, you’re a professor at the school so technically, you can’t even sleep with her.” I said, to try and make him see just how interested he was. I didn’t know why he would want to play it off, or pass it up.

  “Nice try. I’m not her professor, and I only teach one class.” I rolled my eyes. So, he was interested.

  I glared at him until he cracked a smile. We listened to the next applicant, and then another, and the last few until I was completely drained. Devoid of any interest in all things business. We ended up picking the tailored business suit to buy his idea on sustainable water fountains in the city. It would be a long production and have a high budget, so we could reasonably stretch it out into the next production period. He would get the credit of course, and a very small share.

  After about a half hour of discussing—no, arguing with Logan, we decided that would be it. Usually we choose two more to buy but we finally agreed that they just wouldn’t be worth the investment. Not this year.

  “Get Jana to send Madeline back in.” Logan barked.

  “Can I get a please?” I stood up and he shot me a look. He was as irritated and done with the day as I was.

  I think we both needed to get laid.

  I peeked my head out, and saw Madeline sitting with Jana. She was smiling, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. If Madeline looked this good in neutral, professional clothes; I could only imagine how good she would look in no clothes. Better yet, lace and the sheets from my bed.

  “Miss Jackson, were ready for you.” I announced myself. Of course, I meant that in more ways than one.

  She stood up, and smoothed her hands over the skirt covering part of her legs. I was jealous of it. Madeline looked right into my eyes as she walked towards me, I managed a smile, but it wasn’t the innocent one I was cracking earlier. And I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering to the exposed, creamy skin from her blouse, and the swell of her breasts swaying as she walked. When I looked back at her in the split second before she entered the room, her cheeks were flush and her eyes elsewhere on my body.

  This would be easier than I thought.

  4

  Madeline

  I felt a rush in my body that had no ending. Everything was on fire, especially my emotions.

  I had spent so much time worrying about what was after graduation that I didn’t even think of the possibility of everything being taken care of. All the late nights, the researching, and putting together my presentation were worth it. They were impressed, and they wanted me. For their company, I thought.

  Holy hell, they were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Logan had the darker hair, the piercing blue eyes, and the brains to go with it. All my research pointed back to him, he did all the coding and designed the entire company’s interface. While Jake…with his light brown, wavy hair and cool gray eyes could swoon anyone into doing anything. And he knew it.

  I felt something way too intense for words the entire time I was in that room. The energy, the tension…it made me crazy. I was focused on the work of course, but their eyes kept telling me something else. They darkened the longer I looked into them

  What was crazier was I had to go through a normal day of classes before I could go home and freak out, and probably pleasure myself in the shower because I hadn’t felt this much sexual tension in God knows how long.

  I thought on the way home, that it should have occurred to me who Logan was. Professor Moyer was the talk of the school since he arrived here last spring. He had only been here two semesters and his class had a three semester long waiting list. Seriously, people were extending their degree progress and picking up minors to wait and take his class.

  I didn’t need Principles of Information Systems since it had nothing to do with my marketing degree, but I was sure now that all the people signed up didn’t need it either. He was well respected in the business program, but for some reason, anytime he had an event I never went. So today was the first day I saw the enigmatic Logan Moyer and his partner, Jake Sawyer.

  The two of them were such a gift to my eyes. And to think I would be working with them? Insane.

  I found myself foolishly smiling as I waded through the aisles of the gr
ocery store to pick up dinner. There was a ready meal section, so I grabbed a helping of spaghetti to last two nights, and made a big salad to eat while I studied. I still had three weeks left to be a regular college student. Even though I had the biggest business deal people my age could ever hope to get.

  I would be running my own business and not worrying about overhead or preliminary profits. Because I had such a big company and investors to back me, of course. I couldn’t wait to tell Sarai all about this. She would have a fit if she knew I met Logan.

  She was always in tune with the school gossip, so if I told her about this she would lose it. She wasn’t one of those people on the waitlist, but she had put herself in his way. She studied fashion management, so it wouldn’t seem to awry if she was hanging around the business building. His office always had a line of people during his office hours. It wasn’t just the girls trying to talk to him, men wanted to see him too.

  He was known on campus as well for his mergers and acquisitions. Ten minutes of advice from him would put you ahead of everyone else trying to do the same thing.

  I arrived home and put my food in the oven while I took a hot shower. I felt stuffy being in those work clothes all day. I hoped they had a more casual dress code, that skirt was way too tight. It was only because of my curves though, anything I wore was tight.

  So, I dressed in comfortable, baggy sweats and an oversized tee shirt so I could eat my dinner. I deserved a break before hitting the books. I turned the television on and settled for HGTV. After about a half hour, Sarai was finally home.

  “How did it go?” She shouted as soon as she was inside.

  She dropped her things on the side table by the door, and then sat in the living room. She kicked off a very uncomfortable looking pair of high heels and looked at me pointedly.

  “I got the CEO Mentorship offer.” She squealed and about attacked me with a bunch of questions.

  I was about to tell her all the dirty details before there was a knock at the door. A simple letter was on the ground when I opened it. The card stock was thick and the front side had the logo of their company on it, Moyer & Sawyer with the ‘&’ splitting their names before the ‘er’ that was shared, and Associates on the side. Pretty creative if you ask me.