The door opened a few floors up, and I let everyone else get off before I stepped forward. I felt shaky, and I tried to take a deep breath as the last arrival slid his hand in front of the sliding doors for me. I looked at him and murmured thanks as I looked to the left and right to see the other group going towards the middle of the floor.
It was stunning here. I wouldn’t even begin to guess what the square footage was in this building, and everything inside was clean and, in some cases, sparkling. I looked outside and realized that the glass offered some sense of a tint so as not to blind you in the building. The floors were some sort of a gray marble, and I didn’t see a speck of dirt on them. There were couches scattered about with tables, and not the kind just for looks. These could be used for the nap that I felt like I needed right now.
I approached the desk as the others left and glanced behind me to see the man from the elevator looking at me before he disappeared down a hallway. He was intense, though I couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him. “Good morning. I’m here for an interview,” I told a brunette with resting bitch face as she asked me my name in a monotone voice. “I’m Elisa Moore.”
“They’ll be calling you in order as the interviews move along. Have a seat anywhere in this lobby.” This girl made me miss the driver’s bright smile and enthusiasm.
“Thank you,” I told her with my own bright smile, wanting to make a good impression every step of the way. I’d blown it with the guy on the elevator, but what were the chances of him being involved in the interview? This was a huge company and, even if I got the position, I might never see him again.
He was handsome. It was a shame that I didn’t have the confidence for a man like that.
I went to sit and wait off by the window, not looking for conversation today. I checked a few apps on my phone to kill some time as I only proceeded to become more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by.
Damon
I knew that I had to get back to the sixth floor for the interviews, so I pressed the elevator button and waited. As the doors slid open, I saw a group of who I recognized as potential interviewees, so I moved past them and stood beside a young woman. When I glanced over, I saw one of the men looking at the quiet girl wolfishly and shot him a dark look with my icy blue eyes. I knew what he was capable of. I didn’t even look at women that way, and I was a dominant. There was something called tact that I appreciated as a man past my early twenties.
He turned and faced the doors again, and I smirked in response. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, and the woman shivered as she crossed her arms over what even I could admit was a generous chest. With a slightly closer look, I realized that she might be here for an interview. She was young and dressed in what one would term a ‘power suit,' something that was common in the business world. She looked beautiful, and I turned my head as I saw her start to look at me.
Beautiful and far too pure for my kind, particularly if she was here to interview to become an intern. That was against my own rules, despite the numerous women who had attempted to seduce me here. I didn’t mix business with pleasure, and I had an entirely separate place for the latter, somewhere I doubted that any of these people would be found.
We came to the floor that I suspected everyone needed, and few who were talking in their young voices and immature sense strolled out first. I sensed the other woman holding back, so I stepped to the side and gestured to keep the door open so she could exit.
Based on what I’d seen, she had more of a chance of getting any kind of position here over the others, even if she was nervous. She walked out and looked at me with bright, wide eyes that were green, held a touch of shimmer, and were highly unusual. Her pale cheeks were spotted with pink, and she blushed further as she thanked me and gave the lobby a long, lost look.
Interview. Fantastic. I could not be attracted to anyone that I worked with, and a part of me hoped that she’d blow the interview. I was drawn to this girl, something that was atypical for me at work, and it was best nipped in the bud. My imagination was already going to dangerous places with her. I wasn’t known for avoiding something that I wanted if there was a strong enough need.
I joined my managers in the large conference room, and we sat in our places at one end of the table with our coffee and notebooks. I always jotted down bits and pieces of information about what made one person stand out, as did the others, so as to compare notes later. We were interviewing seventy-five students total, thirty of which were here today. I knew from experience that half would be weeded out based on the resume, most of which was provided by the school, as these kids hadn’t worked yet. I dug deep into their school career, though, dating back to what they were involved in during middle school. This wasn’t an intelligence contest; it was a look into who you were as a person.
Though we could all lie, couldn’t we? I didn’t let on to many about my extracurricular activities after hours, being the private man that I was.
We started bringing the candidates in, one by one. A lot of the applicants were young and immature, despite their recommendation and accompanying paperwork. They weren’t ready for this step, and I dismissed them in my head as they each left. When the douche bag from the elevator walked in and sat down, I made a point of staring him down as his face paled. He was gone before he even had a chance.
I listened through the following three and found them to be boring. I knew that my tolerance was getting low as I glanced at my Rolex. I needed to go to lunch, or at least my office, and decompress from this nonsense.
I glanced down at my list to see that a woman named Elisa Moore was up next, and sipped my lukewarm coffee as the door opened and she stepped inside. I sat up instantly, taking in the soft pale skin and those unforgettable eyes. Elisa smiled, but I could tell that she was still scared as she sat at the table while one of us went to retrieve her resume.
I stared at her as she handed it over. Her eyes flickered over me and dread filled her face for a fleeting second. She knew who I was just as much I did her, and it turned me on to see her cheeks turn pink as I licked my lips. “Miss Moore,” Brent started, as I forced my eyes to her paperwork.
Elisa was exactly what we were looking for, and I fucking hated that. She had previous job experience, and it was complimentary to boot. She’d been involved in all of the right things through middle school and high school, but still had time to earn the highest possible grades each year. She was top of her class at MIT, which was a feat in itself.
She’d be a valuable asset to this company, if only my cock weren't throbbing underneath this table. I imagined her tied to my bed and spread out for me, with her pink pussy exposed and ready.
I sensed that she wasn’t entirely confident about the questions, but someone had schooled her well. She answered with the right amount of enthusiasm and what I took for a facade of confidence. That was all we needed, and I glanced around at the other guys, seeing grins on their faces. Shit. I needed to stop this before it even began. I felt a drop of sweat slide down my face as Jacob thanked her for coming, his tone warmer than it had been with the others. He assured her that she’d hear from us soon, and she thanked us, taking the time to make eye contact with each one of us, just a flash shorter with me than the others.
Elisa stood, and I watched her hips sway as she walked out of the room, feeling a strong need to push her down and bare that ass. It was tight and juicy, and I pictured her skin with marks from my hands staining it…and more. The door closed as I blinked and Ryan set his pen down. “One more like that one and we’re set. Is anyone else sick of talking and hungry like I am?”
“I’ll have Brynn order in sushi, and we can speak in the small room, though I think we all agree on Elisa,” Brent said, as he pulled out his sleek phone and sent a text before he stretched.
No, we didn’t. Maybe they didn’t want her, but I did. I wanted, with every inch of my soul, to be the one to make her scream my name.
“I let Rachel know that we’re breaking for l
unch as well. We’ll start back in a couple of hours,” Ryan told us, as he stood and the others followed. I was the last to stand and leave the room, swearing that I could still smell her cherry blossom scent. Fucking hell. We went to the smaller room located in the corner of the building, where we wouldn’t be disturbed. I made some coffee and sat down as I pinched the bridge of my nose to tame the headache that was forming, while the others talked about the interviews.
“Elisa is in. She’s a natural for this place,” Brent said, as he took a long drink from his Coke and paced the room. “Pete seemed good as well.”
Douchebag. No way in hell was he working here.
“I wasn’t into either of them,” I said casually, as they all stared at me.
“What the fuck, Damon? She’s great, and that track record is flawless. She’s a hire, not just an intern.” Ryan argued, as I took a sip from my cup.
“Elisa was young and Pete…seemed like an asshole,” I said, as I stared at the table.
“Last I checked, they’re college students and naturally younger than we are,” Brent pointed out, as I tried to find someone else to bring up instead. Inside of my heart, I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
“Elisa is hot, but we know the rules here. Don’t shit where you eat. She’s fantastic,” Ryan acknowledged, as I fought not to give him the same look that I gave Pete.
A couple of delivery guys that we knew brought in trays of food and some plates, and my managers reacted enthusiastically. I was the last to get my plate and fill it with a few pieces of sushi before I sat at the end of the table. “So, we’re all on board with Elisa, right?” Ryan checked and slowly looked at me.
I had to think of the company and nodded slowly as I chewed around some salmon. Once I’d swallowed, I spoke up about Pete. “I don’t want him, though. He was a dick in the elevator, and I didn’t like him at all.”
“Okay, he’s off the list. We’ll finish up today and see if we can find a second.” Brent said, as he slipped another roll into his mouth. We lingered for a while in there, not wanting to be back doing more interviews. The guys were probably just tired in general. I was thinking nonstop about Elisa and what I could do to have her work here without running into her.
Interns generally worked on the fifth floor with the teams, right in the action. While the managers had offices on this floor, they spent lots of time down there, whereas I didn’t necessarily have to. I could cut back how much I was down there, and it could work. Hell, I was the CEO and could send emails all day and jack off if I wanted to. There was stuff for me to do that was less involved.
The other interviews passed in a blur, and we called it quits at four o clock. They were talking about a guy named Devin who seemed great for the company and, from what I could remember, he was. I agreed just to be able to get to my office and be alone for a moment, though I wasn’t certain why.
At least we didn’t have to suffer through this again tomorrow. I walked in and closed my door as I trudged to the desk with my shoulders tense and aching. I needed a drink, a massage, and I needed to come and get this out of my system. I dropped into my seat and pulled out my phone, setting up a private massage in a local room that I used for such events. I headed over there to shower and pour some scotch to ease my mind. Sharon was a good masseuse and familiar with me. She wouldn’t mind working naked and letting me pinch her ass before she gave me one of the best hand jobs to date. Sharon would probably do anything that I wanted her to, since I tipped so well on top of paying her fee.
I answered the door with a towel wrapped around my waist, about two glasses of scotch into the night. She gave me a curious look with her topaz eyes that were done in dark makeup. “That’s quite the welcome, Damon. I can’t say you’re not ready, though.”
I let her in and watched her move towards the bed. She lay down the thick towel that she used to protect the blankets from the oils that she used. Sharon was dressed in a tiny black skirt and boots that she removed before she placed her jacket on a chair. Her shirt was a thin tank top that hinted at her red lace bra, and I pressed my lips together.
“Take everything off,” I growled, as she looked up at me with wary eyes. She looked into my face, probably to make sure I was sane and not going to turn into a serial killer on her. Her eyes drifted to my cock tenting against the towel. “I’m just incredibly horny, Sharon. I don’t want to hurt you, at least any more than usual.”
I could see that my words turned her on, and she removed her clothing with eager hands as she told me to get on the bed. She loved the tease of a sensual massage. I jerked the towel off and moved onto my stomach as the need to come throbbed between my legs. I smelled her oils as she slicked them over her hands, a mix of peppermint and citrus that she used to stroke my muscled back with firm hands.
Once she was beside me, working my shoulders, I reached over and palmed her ass as Sharon moaned. I gripped hard, and she fumbled against my skin before she found my neck and rubbed it firmly. I hated that I pictured Elisa standing there, and closed my eyes as I massaged Sharon before finding her clit with my hand. I wasn’t normally this forward, and almost always made it about me, but fuck if I wanted to hear a woman come tonight, even if it wasn’t the right one.
Sharon grabbed at me as I stroked and teased her with my thick finger, crawling on the bed to part her legs further for me as I slid a long, thick digit inside of her. She rocked against me, and I pictured Elisa with her skin flushed and her lips parted when I heard her moan my name.
She came with a wash of warmth over my fingers and pushed me over onto my back, forgetting all about the oils. “Mother fucker, what’s gotten into you? Normally you’re good for a hand job, after a mostly professional massage, but that? That was hot.” She bowed her head over me and took my cock into her mouth as I pulled her closer by her hair.
“Eat my cock, Sharon. I want you choking on it,” I murmured, as I let my imagination take over for me, replacing Elisa in every image.
Elisa
I heard my alarm go off too early in the morning, considering I’d been dreaming inappropriately of Damon all night. I was with him an hour tops, if you combined both times during the day, but there was something there. Every man in there was young and good-looking, but he had made an impression in the elevator even though I wasn’t sure what had happened in there.
If I had a room of my own, I’d just get myself off and sleep all day, but I was me. I would go to class and do the right thing. Groaning softly, I made my way out of bed to try and sneak in a quick shower. It wasn’t easy in an apartment with five girls, and I needed it after sweating all night. I rushed back into the room in a towel to pull on some jeans and a comfortable sweater, way over being modest, by now. in front of Melody. My hair was half dry, and I tugged it into a ponytail before I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.
My phone rang somewhere in the depths of my bag as I locked the door, and I almost didn’t answer it, but I remembered the interview. It was utterly presumptuous to think it was Elkus, or even Damon, calling. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours, and I wasn’t sure if the panel went that well, if I was honest. I had been nervous and had felt like I was babbling through the entire thing.
I didn’t get calls from a lot of people, though.
I slid the bag to the ground and dug around my front pocket for the phone, not even looking at it as it rang a fourth time. “Hello,” I breathed into the phone, as I struggled to get the keys into a pocket.
“Can I speak to Elisa Moore?” The voice was masculine and calm, and I tried to determine if it was Damon.
“Yes, it is,” I replied, as I bent over and got everything I needed before walking to the bus stop. A car wasn’t happening, even with a scholarship and a little money. My mom had a vehicle that barely got her to work at the local Walmart.
“This is Brent, from Elkus Manfredi. We met yesterday.” Brent. Cute blonde guy, but not the greatest guy that I’d ever seen.
“Good morning, Brent. How are y
ou?” I asked, as I waited anxiously.
“I’m excellent. I’m pleased to be able to offer you a position as an intern here, working with my brilliant team. You made it.” He sounded happy, and I felt my mouth drop open, reminding me how chapped my lips were feeling.
“Oh sh…wow. That’s wonderful,” I corrected myself quickly and smiled. “Thank you so much!”
“There’s the usual paperwork to be done, so if you could come in soon to sort through that, it would be great. I’d like to get you started as quickly as possible,” Brent told me, as I fast forwarded through my day.
“I can drop by this afternoon. Will that work?” I asked, and I heard him tapping on something.
“Perfect. Ask for me where you checked in for the interview and we’ll get you started. I’m looking forward to making you a part of my team.” Brent ended the call, and I sat down on the bench at the bus stop as I stared forward for a long moment.
This was surreal. I was going to be working at Elkus Manfredi. Well, not working, but closer to that than I was before. I watched as my bus pulled up and stood up with an impulsive spin on my toes before I blushed and got on the bus with a nervous giggle. I found a seat in the middle and reached for my phone as I Googled the place that I’d be interning at soon. I clicked around their site, found staff listings, and read through the list, looking for Damon’s name. I’d forgotten his last name, but he’d mumbled the first when he’d introduced himself the day of the interview.
There it was! I read down and looked at his picture for a blissful moment before my eyes widened, and I gasped. Damon was the CEO? He looked to be in his late twenties, at the oldest. I slumped back into my seat and sighed before I shook my head. A girl like me doesn’t have a shot with Damon as a regular architect, much less anything else. I surrendered the fantasy that I had for a fleeting moment and kept reading about the company, as I pushed Damon to the back of my mind.
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