by Hawke, Jessa
Today she wore a straight black pencil skirt that reached her knees. It wasn’t skin tight, but it didn’t look frumpy either. It was her favorite one because it made her look thin. She paired it with a light purple button down blouse. It wasn’t anything too fancy but it did compliment her dark hair well. Her hair was her best feature she thought. It laid in dark waves down her back to her waist. She had cut it once when she was in middle school just to see what it would like and she remembered the horrible experience. It made her already round face look like a balloon. She hated it and waited impatiently for it to grow back out. Today she had on her favorite heels as well. They were about 3 inches tall which helped enhance her height, as she measured only 5’4”.
Melissa took a deep breath and started forward into the building and the waiting interview. She didn’t know who she would be meeting with, but she knew the position was for a low level paralegal to one of the 6th floor attorneys. She walked through the front doors to see a long counter that stood for the desk. It was beautiful and marble topped. There was a young pretty blonde that sat behind the desk who smiled at her as she walked forward.
“Hello welcome to Paterson and Dunbar. How can I help you?”
“Uh, hi. I’m here for an interview. I’m a little early though.”
“Ok. What’s your name?”
“Melissa Jones.”
“Ok. Give me one second and I’ll find out where you need to go.”
“Ok. Thank You.” She turned around and sat in one of the chairs to the side. She knew it might take a couple minutes.
“Hello Patricia. How are you?” Melissa’s head poked up at the deep voice she heard. There he was - Mr. Jason Paterson walking out from the elevator. He had on a dark crisp suit of black with a light blue shirt underneath. His hair was dark and came to the tops of his ears in waves. It was silky and she imagined dreams of herself running her hands through it. She mentally shook herself and almost blushed when he turned his dark blue eyes in her direction. “Have you been helped my dear?” He walked over to stand in front of her. She had to lean back just to be able to look up and see his face.
“Oh, Yes. Yes sir thank you.” She knew she blushed then which made the smile on his face broaden even more.
“Are you looking for representation?”
“No sir. I am here for a job interview.”
“Ok. What’s your name?”
“Melissa Jones.”
“Well Ms. Jones, you have a good day and good luck on that interview.”
“Thank you.” She barely got the words out as he lifted her hand and grazed the back of it with his lips. There was a jolt of electricity and as she looked into his eyes she saw a twinkle in them. He winked before releasing her hand and walking towards the door. She thought he threw a goodbye to Patricia but couldn’t be sure. She was too busy rubbing the back of her hand where he had kissed it. It was burning from his touch.
“Sixth floor. They’re expecting you.” The blonde was standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. Her attitude had changed completely. Flipping her hair around, she floated across the floor with a provocative sway to her hips until she reached the desk again.
Melissa walked to the elevator and pushed the “up” button to. Thankfully it was completely empty. She wasn’t too fond of closed-in spaces. Her hand shook as she hit the button with the big number 6 and felt the whole compartment shake a minute before ascending upwards.
She heard the “ding” and almost ran out of the elevator. Unfortunately her mind was faster than her feet, and the toe of her shoe caught on the edge of the elevator propelling her in a tumble forward. She waited for the impact to hit her in the face but instead she felt two large hands circle the top of her arms and lift her up before she slammed into the shiny marble floor.
As she stood up vertical once more she looked up into a breathtaking and grinning face. The man was as breathtaking as the one she was just daydreaming about. He had longer hair however that reached down to the top of his shoulders. It was straight and a dirty blonde looking color. Her hands were gripped on his biceps and she felt the muscles through the thin fabric of his suit. She realized that she was staring at him and watched as his dark brown eyes crinkled on the sides with the widening of his smile. She quickly let go of his arm and wiped her hands down the front of her shirt and skirt to try and steady their sudden shakiness. When she looked back up he was still standing there smiling at her.
“Um. Thank you.”
“You are very welcome Miss…..”
“Oh, Ms. Jones. Melissa Jones.” She put her hand out to shake his but he did the unexpected and gently took her hand into his own. She felt his thumb caress the top of her hand as he smiled a devilish grin in her direction.
“The pleasure is all mine. You must be a client. I know if you worked here then I would have noticed you way before now.” His dark brown eyes shone with his laughter. They were dark and she could have sworn that it was desire that was shining back at her. She mentally shook her head. Something must be wrong with her. There was no way in hell that two gorgeous and apparently rich men would be interested in this frumpy girl next door. She smiled as she pulled her hand from his.
“Actually I am here for an interview.”
“Oh…” They both jumped, as suddenly Fuel from Metallica blared from his pocket. Whispering an apology quickly he pulled his phone out. With a sigh he flipped it open and held up his pointer finger up for her to wait. “Yeah Jase, what’s wrong now? Actually I just ran into her. Really? Well I think I need an assistant too. Well ok. I will do the first interview then.”
Melissa stayed still as she heard them talking. They must be hiring for more than one position at the moment. She looked down at her watch and was instantly worried. She may have been early to the appointment, but if she didn’t get away from this man then she was going to be late for her interview and there would go her job. She needed this job and she didn’t think she could stand another week of “oodles and noodles” or “spaghetti-o’s”. She spent all of her savings on rent for the last couple months and food. Her student loans would be coming due soon. She gently tried to sneak past him as he laughed with whoever was on the phone. His eyes suddenly tracked back to her and he smiled again. As she tried to scoot past him she pasted a smile on her face. Suddenly his arm shot out and snatched her arm. He turned and started back into the elevator bringing her with him. Her eyes widened when his other hand shot out and hit the button for the 15th floor. It was the highest floor in the building.
Melissa felt the elevator jerk and gasped as she frantically gripped the railing. His eyes coasted over to hers. She didn’t hear what he said, but she saw him put the phone back into his pocket. Apparently his call was over. She wanted to yell at him that he probably just cost her the job she so desperately needed, but she was too busy watching the numbers light up one at a time. She felt him pull her closer to him and his hand gently caressed her arm. She watched his hand run gently up and down her arm and felt goose bumps raise on her flesh. If he felt them he didn’t say anything as they rose to the 14th floor and the elevator jerked to a complete stop. His other and dipped into the pocket on the opposite side of his jacket and he pulled out a card that resembled one of the ones you get at a hotel room. She watched as he slid it into a slot she hadn’t even noticed was there. The elevator jerked again and they quickly rose to the next floor.
She quickly stepped from the elevator and took a deep breath. She was so thankful to finally be on solid ground that she almost forgot about her interview. Shit! She looked at her watch and saw that she was now ten minutes late. Her shoulders sunk as she realized this was another wasted stop. She turned to face the arrogant man who had taken the job from her.
“Thanks a lot buddy. Now I am too late to get to my interview. Just because you are cute doesn’t give you the right to go around and manhandle people. What gives you the right? Who the hell are you anyway?” She stood there with her hands on her waist and raised her c
hin so she would have to look down her nose at him. She didn’t give him a chance to answer her, but instead turned and gave him her back. “What am I going to do now? That was my last interview this week. If I keep going I’ll be in the damn shelter in the next couple weeks. Great, looks like serving pizza it is. Uh! I hate dealing with food.” She paced back and forth as she mumbled to herself about her dire circumstances.
Matthew Dunbar watched the woman pace back and forth. His eyes were instantly drawn to her breasts which were huge and ripe. They heaved with her anxiety and rose like they were offering themselves to him. They looked so delicious his mouth was literally drooling at the corner. He wanted her - badly. He By the way his partner, Jason, was talking, he did as well. They had both decided against assistants due to not wanting to have to deal with women at work. They were not oblivious to their good looks and charm. Quite the opposite since they used it on a number of occasions to their advanage. He was fortunate that he ran into Melissa the same day as Jase did because they both wanted her. They both needed an assistant, and she would have a choice to make.
“Well, my dear, while I thank you for the compliment, the position that you were applying for is no longer available.” He let this sink in as he watched the crestfallen expression cover her face. “However, I do have an alternative position that is still available.”
She looked up at him with hopeful eyes. “Ok. What is it for? Please don’t say janitor.”
His head fell back as he bellowed with laughter. “No, my dear. You see Jason Paterson and I, we both have a need for an assistant. It seems that you would be perfect for the position. What do you think?”
“Um…, first, who are you?”
His smile widened even more. “Well, where are my manners? Matthew Dunbar, at your service.” He bowed elegantly in front of her.
Melissa’s mouth hung open until she realized it and then it snapped shut. “I don’t think I am qualified for an executive assistant position.” The words were quietly spoken in a voice that was much higher in pitch than her normal speaking was.
“Oh, I beg to differ, my dear. You have the perfect resume for it. You are more than qualified with your schooling and you definitely have the personality for it. How about this: I will give you a tour of where you will be working and we will go over what your responsibilities are. I also spoke with Jase about salary and we both agreed five per week. How does that sound to you?”
“Five hundred dollars a week? That’s great.” She could finally eat well and maybe move into a decent apartment instead of the little studio she stayed in. Maybe she should give it a try.
“Although that would be better for our pocket, the position does not pay five hundred dollars a week.”
“Oh?” She wore the same crestfallen look for the second time in thirty minutes.
“No, my dear. It pays five thousand a week. You will be an executive assistant to two of the busiest attorneys in the city. You will not be working on one of the lower floors. Your pay will be much higher than the position you applied for.”
Melissa felt the lump appear in her throat as her eyes bugged almost out of their sockets. Was this guy for real? There was no way in the world she could turn it down. “I’ll take it.” She blurted the words out without thinking and then looked at the devilish twinkle in his eyes. Lord, what did she get herself into? She would be working for two magnificent looking men and she could just imagine what the torture was going to be like being close to them without touching them.
“Good. Let me show you where you will be working for the time being. We are both looking for someone, so if you wouldn’t mind helping us both out a little right now, that would be great. Or you can choose who you would rather work for and we could go from there. It would just really help us both out right now.”
“That sounds good. I mean I think I can keep up with both of you.” Her smile stuck on her face as she turned and looked at him. Heat radiated from his eyes and she thought about what she said. She instantly blushed and turned away from him before he could see it.
Matthew smiled even more when she turned from him but not before he saw the blush creeping up onto her cheeks. Her words went straight to his dick and he felt himself harden as he thought of bending her over his desk. He wondered what kind of underwear she had on and what color they were. He refrained from asking her, knowing that would come at a later date. “I am glad to hear it. Now come, I will show you where you will sit.” He would love for her to sit on his lap or his face he thought. He physically shook his head to erase the thoughts. His pants were getting tighter and he knew if he kept it up he would bust the seams, not to mention put them both in an awkward position.
As Melissa looked around, she saw that the whole floor consisted of two rooms, one on each side of a long wide hall. Straight ahead was a long desk that matched the one in the lobby downstairs but much smaller in length. Right before the desk were two doors. Each door held the names of the two men who ran the office. “Wow. So the only offices up here are the two of yours?”
“Yes. This will be your desk. Now I warn you there may be some long evenings spent here when we have a big case. So if there are children involved or a husband at home, perhaps now would be the time to let us know if working nights are a problem.” He hadn’t seen a ring on her finger but he wanted to be sure.
“Oh no, I am not married or seeing anyone, so there is no problem staying late. Oh, and no children either.”
“Great!” He rubbed his hands together with glee and realized how foolish he must look. Lowering his hands back to his sides he gestured to the desk. “We will have a computer, printer and fax machine in here by tomorrow morning. We have our own in our offices, but I would prefer a large one out here for your use. You will also be given an iPad and laptop. Phone lines are hooked up and Jase is already calling the consultants to come in tonight to have everything set up.”
“Great.” Then she realized that Mr. Dunbar and Mr. Paterson had spoken on the phone way before they offered her the job, which meant they had already thought she would agree to the offer. “You had a high assumption that I would take the job, didn’t you?”
“Just call it wishful thinking.” He winked at her and she thought she swooned a little bit. She really needed to get hold of herself.
“Mr. Dunbar what kind of assignments will I be doing?”
“First of all, no “mister” stuff. It sounds like you are talking to my father. I am Matt, and just to let you know, there is no “mister” for Jason either. He is just plain Jason or Jase.”
“Ok. Matt, what will you need me to do?” She knew this time she saw his eyes darken with interest. She may have been able to blow it off earlier, but this time his eyes roamed her body before coming back to rest on her eyes with a heat so intense she thought it burned her.
He turned abruptly before answering her. “It will be some filing and copying, and taking a lot of notes. We take the big cases ourselves and both of us have chicken scratch for handwriting. You will also be answering the phone, although Patricia knows not to send anything up to our offices unless its family. And sometimes I don’t want the calls then either.” She laughed at his grimace. “So, you can start tomorrow. Jase is out the rest of the day, but we will both be in tomorrow morning. How about a regular schedule of 8:00 to 5:00 and on the late nights you can come in late the next day?”
“That sounds perfect. I guess I will see you tomorrow then. Thank you so much.”
“No, my dear, thank you. You have just saved two grown men from crying like babies with temper tantrums the next few days. We just took on three cases between the two of us and they are huge. We will talk about that more tomorrow. Come on. I will take you to the lobby. We will also get you a key card. You have to have one to reach the top floor.”
Melissa nodded as she followed him to the elevator. She didn’t even notice the elevator jerk, she was so happy thinking to herself of all the things she could now afford. Hell, she could get a whole house if sh
e wanted to now. Matthew held her elbow as they stepped off the elevator. She looked up to meet the glaring eyes of Patricia. She turned to see Matthew smile down at her. His thumb caressed the crease of her elbow as he spoke to her. “Until tomorrow then, dear. Have a good night.”
“And you as well Mr. D…..” She instantly stopped at the slip up when she saw his stern look. “I mean you too, Matt.”
“That’s better.” He turned to walk back into the elevator.
Melissa walked outside and for the first time in a long time she smiled, feeling truly happy. She had to call her mother as soon as she got home. She was never going to believe what happened to her today. Crossing the road to her little beat up car, she slid into the driver’s seat. She leaned forward to look up at the tall skyscraper. She felt goose bumps rise on her arms again but pushed the feelings aside as she started the car and put it into drive before pulling from the parking space. She passed a row of townhouses that she had thought were grand but never imagined she could afford. Now she could. That night she took the last $20 she had and splurged on dinner. For the first time in a long time she had a good dinner. Pushing the can of pasta to the side she started cutting the potatoes in chunks and put them in the pan with oil and seasoning. Pulling one of the chicken breasts from the package she put the others in individual bags planting them in the freezer. She hummed to herself as she cooked.
