HANDSOME BUT DAMNED - Attraction

by Anisa Gjikdhima

  Staring back at him, I kept moving in sensual way. The song said:

  "What are you doing to me ,girl? I’m not lying to you, there isn’t something I’m missing of your body".

  He spent his hand in the hair. He looked frustrated. I had never caused a boy, let alone a stranger.

  His presence brings out my malicious part, thing that ever happened before.

  «What are you looking at so interesting?» Clair, asked me. But I lied to her telling I’ve made the oversight.

  I wouldn’t want her to get any ideas. There wasn’t after all anything, but she would already do a castle of it. It was best to avoid.

  I throw the eye to look for him again, but he there was no more.

  Sin, I liked that strange game of looks. Disappointed, I keep dancing, but I had the feeling to be observed. Surely, it was a simple paranoia.

  Come on, who should waste never his time to observe me? What an idiocy!

  The three following hours ,I passed in the hope to meet again him but without succeeding us.

  He seemed just disappeared.

  Perhaps, it was the case to conclude the evening and to sleep us on. Surely it was worth coming here.

  I great Clair promising to feel us the next day and I went away.

  I was tired, I couldn’t wait to arrive home, to remove this suit and infernal heels and to fall into Morpheus’ arms.

  Chapter 3

  From a week, I hadn’t done anything else other than to think about the mysterious man.

  I was kind of entranced by him.

  He had «that I don’t know that».

  The cell phone rang up, bringing me to the reality. I grabbed it and without looking who was I answered:

  «Hallo»?

  «Elisa Ston?». A female voice to me stranger, said me.

  «Yes ,I am».

  «I’m calling you to fix an interview for the place of assistant, near the Truston».

  Now, they were the words that I wanted to hear!

  When I’ve sent my curriculum, I was certain that they wouldn’t have called me!

  It looked like I had been wrong.

  «Yes, tells me», I answered timidly.

  You have caught not me in a moment of the best, I was cleaning up house.

  «The interview will be held to the tomorrow 3:00 p.m. You will be punctual».

  Perfect, I will give the best of me, I must get this job.

  «That’s ok».

  On the other side some telephone didn’t feel him void.

  What gentleness. Not even a regard, I hop from the joy and made the dance of the happiness.

  Yes, I will have an interview to the Truston! I couldn’t believe, I was over the moon.

  Now, I had absolutely need to make shopping and finding the perfect attire.

  If they saw how I dress in the normal life, they would never assume me. I’m a sporting type: t- shirt and sneakers are my slogan. I need Clair, she was the sorceress of the style.

  I send her a message with an distress call:

  "SOS. At 3.00 pm a job interview, tomorrow. What must I wear?".

  She said to me:

  "Oh my God! I’ll see you in ten minutes, we’ll go to make shopping."

  When I read the message I felt like smiling. I didn’t have doubts that she would have helped me.

  I could always count on her. She coached me on the side when the world was black, for me.

  I’m going to take a fast shower, putting the first things that head me under hand, I grabbed car’s keys and I went out in hurry that I didn’t even look me at the mirror. When I got to her house, she was already there, waiting me with a moody face.

  «You are 20 minutes late» she said pointing out the clock.

  I said, there was traffic. Certainly she wasn’t fooled, but she choose to overlook getting in the car.

  I note while she watched out at window without saying a word, it was strange, usually she was very chatty.

  I would like investigate, but I believe if it was something important, It would be her to talk about that.

  After, I turned around to hours, looking every plausible dresses, at last Clair found more suited to me: a little black dress, not really my ideal kind but I’ll have to wear it, if I want get that place. I’d never spend all this time to stores.

  Because it was an emergency, and that’s important for my future, I have to adapt.

  «Look at you, you look is fantastic», she told me indicating the mirror.

  I look my reflection, I must say my dress fitted, it was tight and underlines like my figure.

  It seemed that makes me higher of my five foot, It was not short as I thought, it slightly arrived above the knee, than black color, brought out my light brown hairs and green eyes.

  I made a last turn, watching me.

  «That’s ok,» I said resigned.

  I didn’t have much choice, it was that or noting.

  «I don’t understand why you don’t valorize more yourself, you’re a beautiful girl».

  There, she went again for a sec.

  «You know that I’m not meant for such things».

  It was the truth, this fashion sense, didn’t belong to me, I didn’t think to be ready for the processing.

  «Let’s make a idea: if you get this job, I’ll have a right to change your wardrobe… just in public.»

  I looked at her for a second, I hope she’s kidding but her eyes expressed determination.

  If I staid as I am, I had the comfort; but if I decided to change, I was sure she’ll just use me as a dummy, for all the designer clothes she just happen on hand. I would like to say no with all my heart, but then again, I know that it would make happy. I thought about it for a moment, and after a few minutes I made my decision.

  «That’s ok», I said, puffing.

  What was the harm?

  So, she started hopping to happiness like a baby. Now the damage was done, I could never go back. After today, I needed to relax, I must be in the full strength about the meeting tomorrow.

  I prepared myself for the psychological, it was the first time for me.

  Since I left for school, I worked as a financial adviser for a year, but I never had to make an interview, I got the job thanks to my father’s friend. I hope it went well, I care grow up professionally.

  To get into the Truston was like winning jackpot. I felt asleep praying all saints, I want to get that job.

  I woke up early this morning, I looked forward, I needed to chill. I couldn’t show up like this. I had already get two coffee, but I thought it was a no good idea, I felt more nervous than before. Here, I was in front of Truston building: it was a modern and simple facility. The society sign was rather massive, it was too big for me.

  Walked into the lobby, I couldn’t help but notice so perfect employees style to dress.

  Just arrived, I called my name at the receptionist, which smiles waving at me to wait.

  I was nervous, but in last year I learned to hide what I feel, I could control my emotions. A fake smile and It was done. A woman in her mid- 60s, supposing she was a secretary, approached to me indicating on the right door, and she said me to sit because Mr Truston was waiting for me.

  Oh my God, the big boss himself… no panic, took a breath, I couldn’t get me lay so nervous. Who knows how he was! Will he be a tyrant?

  Ok, ok, quite. I had to really be my best, I needed this job and I didn’t allow anyone or anything to hinder my plans.

  I just took a deep breath, and with a slightly trembling hand, I opened the door. When I went inside, I saw a black hairs young man sitting at his desk, busy writing something on the computer.

  His clothing is ordered and elegant. It was right suit and tie men had their charm.

  The man kept working careless of my presence, yet it didn’t seem like to have been so quite. Sure he wasn’t the big boss, he just felt so young. Maybe he will be a nephew, and the boss was yet to come. Maybe, it was better ask some more information before introd
ucing me at most important interview of my life. Why didn’t I think of that? Damn me! Keep stone-still like a statue I didn’t think need anything. Come on Elisa! Didn’t he bite?

  «Good morning, I’m here to interview», I said, sure of myself.

  His gaze will clash suddenly with mine, leaving me without breath. He had two blue and deep eyes like the ocean. I couldn’t believe. He was the fashion show man! Oh my God, I was ruined. Who in their right mind would hire me after what I did to the party? I provoked him and I didn’t think he was so stupid didn’t realized that, yet. I hoped that he didn’t was Mr Truston .

  Stare at each other for a few seconds. Tell me that you don’t remember me ,please. The interview of my life was developing in my worst nightmare.

  He ordered me to sit. He had a sexy and deep voice so I just sat facing all of his, I couldn’t take my eyes off, it was so… hypnotic. His face was uninteresting, without emotion, no nothing.

  I stayed enchanted studying his pronounced features and thin but fleshy lips ,too.

  How could he not remember me?

  «Is she done undressing me with her eyes?» he frowning at me, how embarrassing.

  I would so like to understand what’s wrong with me. I ignored his question looking at him cool. While he was reading I thought at my curriculum, it was a wince on my face.

  What did he read so disconcerting?

  I didn’t seem to be making mistakes.

  I checked it out just ten times before sending it off.

  «You haven’t have any important experience, except one year in a firm as a management consultant. Why did you send your curriculum here?» He asked.

  He kept watching me with a look that paints a thousand words. That was all right this is one of the most important firms, but he didn’t know me. Even if I haven’t many experience, it didn’t mean that I can’t do what you asked to do. I didn’t let nobody talking to me that way ,not even at the most important people of the world.

  «He had reason, I didn’t have experience .I sent my resume at the Truston because it was a company where I believe to learn so much. I was strong-willed and I quickly learn. Before giving judgments he should see if I was able to do what he asked.»

  I answered with a fixed look to the most conceited man I had never known.

  I threw the bomb. Now I was expecting a kick in the bottom. Perhaps, I should have held to brake the language but I haven’t known how to withstand.

  «Do you realize to whom you’re speaking, miss Ston?»

  His voice was calm and compote but I would swear he was bursting from the anger for my words. Someone should say to get off his high horse.

  «With all due respect he could be also as a God but it would change anything. I didn’t let nobody to treat badly me. I gave respect and I pretended it. Then, to say the truth I didn’t even know who he was», I said indicating him.

  His eyes were glued to mine for some instant that seemed to endless.

  It seems like he was challenging me. We saw who remains for a longer time fixing the other .That was pathetic.

  «Perhaps, that’s the case I introduce me. I’m Erick Truston, as well as the boss of all this», he answered pride.

  No fuck. That was how it could fall apart the chance that I work here. Why I couldn’t hold my tongue. I could just do nothing. Cursed my pride!

  I try to be impassive. I didn’t want that he understands how much I was mortified, at least I hoped falling with dignity.

  So, I could pick somebody else with which to be surly; but not him, damn it!

  «You have just quite a temper, miss Ston, but I’m giving you another chance. You’ll start Monday at 8:00 a.m.; I demand commitment and timeliness and given you’ll be my assistant I’d advise to be less surly with me».

  Are you serious? After what I said ,you want still hire me? I was trying to process this when his voice called me back

  «Do you have any questions, miss Ston»?

  Yes, I’d have a lot, but I couldn’t think of anything.

  «No questions, I’ll leave you to your job, I’ll see you Monday». I said, getting up.

  His eyes looked at me up and down and on his face appeared an entertaining snigger. I think he perfectly remembered me, but I was not sure ,too . I made a hint of a smile and I went out of that office like lightning.

  I couldn’t believe there, I have gotten the job but as I had done?

  I had a job, my boss was cool also if he had already taken dislike to me.

  Wow, better than that! He was wonderful and sexy…he inspired sex.

  I was a principled woman. I’m twenty, I’ve never had any experience and what I thought?

  That my future boss inspired sex? Please!

  Certainly, all women panting for him, I couldn’t afford to day-dream on him. However, I couldn’t thinking about his eyes.

  Oh my God, they were beautiful, so deep and what the body… Stop! Just thinking about it my body was on fire. They were all feeling never felt before, I didn’t even known what it calls that, excitement? I had to absolutely talk to Clair, now more than ever, I needed her.

  I didn’t understand what happens to me, but this man was breaking away all my security only with his presence.

  ***

  Tonight , Clair and I, are going to go to the club celebrating my new job. I think, its name was Red. Of course, I made a promise, I’ll just have to upset my closet. Now, where before it was only jumpsuits, there will be tight pants.

  Where they were my beloved sneakers, they will be high heels, boots, and many other fashionable things.

  Clair, had me wearing a short red dress with totally naked back, to say nothing about too high shoes. I was having a hard time to stay in balance.

  I decided to humor her ,I will thank her for always being there for me and helping.

  New York nights were very eventful and Clair was an expert on exclusive places, unlike me that I felt out of place.

  Just arrived to the Red, Clair had two drinks, Lord just said, what was inside of it.

  «My darling, the party’s starting». With so loud music I found it hard to hear her even if she screaming.

  After third drink, I drag her on the dance floor, so began the real fun.

  Our bodies are moving at the rhythm of music and I couldn’t help to smile at my friend’s provocative expression about every men here. I clapped the rhythm my hands, slightly moving my sides. I was not a nights girl, but I knew how to party.

  A boy approached Clair, she putted her arm on the stranger shoulder .She just came out swinging, and there, we part company. Me, unlike her, I wasn’t done this way, I didn’t like to board in these places where everyone was drunk or it wasn’t simply my world. At twenty, I should have a lot of practice, I only had two boyfriends and we have never gone just over simple kisses. I will be old-fashioned but I believe in true love but it hasn’t arrived yet .In my view, Cupid had finished his arrows into the bow.

  I left Clair with that guy on the dance floor, already allowing for the ended. She was got good taste, the boy was very nice. While I was going out of the night club I collided with someone. I was always the same clumsy, I never looked where I was going. I looked up mortified, I was just to apologies but I get stuck like a block of ice.

  I believe I stopped breathing: Oh shit! He was my boss! What have I done to deserve this punishment?

  I was dressed in filthy thing, I was drunk and I couldn’t walk with these hellish shoes.

  Now, what he’ll think about me? I thought to get the answer to myself: nothing good.

  «Ston, you here, too?» I hate to be called by surname. Oh my gosh. It was so sexy, not to mention his voice.

  Elisa, get over here, didn’t drool. I had just node smiling and I get on my way.

  His hand grabbed my wrist blocking me, this act let me stayed shocked. It was the first time we have a physical contact, his grip was determined. Our eyes met across, there was something to inexplicable, a sensation never felt before. I’d look
at his eyes at infinity.

  «Can I get you a drink, Elisa?».

  My name taken from his voice sounded so good! His question get me a little bit at a loss, I had never really thought about this eventuality. Because I was too busy think about in his eyes.

  In all my life, I had never been into so embarrassing situation, for this reason I think I didn’t want having a drink with him, so I swept him away, gracefully.

  I didn’t think I ever will a chance like this again but all this situation was very strange for me.

  If he’d asked me that question the night of the fashion show I would definitely agree .

  He remained silent and just kept looking at me, and he said:

  «I don’t like people says me, no».

  All this because I turned down a drink? What kind!

  His words occurred in my mind and they know about presumption. What you believe, because he had beautiful eyes, all women fall at your feet? «I’m sorry Erik, I hated to disappoint you, but you couldn’t have everything in life». Ok, I was officially fired ,now. He frowning at me, in this moment his stare was cold, making me shiver and said :

  «I always get what I want».

  How much presumption, Mr. Truston. You may be loaded, your life will be perfect but these things won’t work out with me. Well, you haven’t understood anything about me. So, instinctually, I’d gently stand my hand on his chest.

  «It’s good for you. Have a good night», I whispered getting him a wink and I went off. triumphantly.

  One up for me, Erik. Suck it, snarky jerk!

  I had just flirted with my boss, I winked at him . I must be gone crazy. Could get much dumber than me?

  I had just in a big trouble, did it to myself.

  I came like a rocket into the night club looking for Clair.

  She was still draped all over to that guy; maybe I shouldn’t have bothered her but the idea that Erik was here didn’t make me feel quiet. As soon as she saw me, she looked at me with such concern, maybe I have a face that already says everything.

  «I need to go home right away.»