Obsessive Temptation: A BWWM Romance Limited Edition Collection

by Peyton Banks

  “Hi Nola, my name is Kassidy Davis.” I extend my hand to shake her hand. “I’m here for the assistant job. I have an interview.

  “Of course Ms. Davis. Have a seat,” she extends her arm towards a comfortable looking waiting area. Another applicant is in with the boss at the moment. There is another applicant to be seen before you but she hasn’t arrived yet. You will be seen as soon as the boss finish up with her,” Nola informs me.

  “Call me Kassidy please,” I reply.

  “Very well Kassidy. Would you like a coffee, tea, or water while you wait in the waiting room over there?” I look over to see a glass door that leads to a waiting room in the direction she’s pointing.

  “No thank you,” I reply. I walk the short distance to the waiting area and take a seat. I breathe heavily as I try and expel my nervousness, but nothing seems to work.

  I sit in silence on the sofa in the seating area, studying the various artwork hanging on the walls. I take in a large abstract painting with wild, vivid colors which is on display. It is almost like a child went wild slinging paint onto a canvas. I bet an enormous fee was charged for a painting like that.

  A young woman that looks to be fresh out of college walks into the sitting room and takes a seat in alignment to me. Her bright blue eyes meet mine, and she gives me a tight smile. I nod a greeting and smile back.

  Soon, the lady gets up to look at the different paintings on the walls. Suddenly, she turns towards me to speak. “Hello,” my name is Crystal. And you are?” Her brow arches inquiringly.

  “I’m Kassidy.”

  Crystal asks, “Are you here for the interview too?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  Crystal’s mouth sets into a thin smile. “Good luck,” she says as if I'm going to need it and retakes her seat.

  “Thanks,” I add. I don't dare lie and wish her good luck because, in reality, I want this job in a bad way. No need for me to tell her something I don't mean.

  “Miss Crystal Korbin, you can come with me,” Nola enters the room cutting off all other conversation between us.

  Crystal rises from her seat, slings her silky golden hair over her shoulder. She pauses in the doorway and looks back at me and gives me a beauty queen wave—all fingers. I frown because I know a catty move when I see it. So high schoolish. I’m a mature woman and don’t have the time for such games. I hope there aren’t many people like her that works or will be working here. If so, they would soon know that I don’t have time for bull shit.

  5

  Nikolai

  “Right this way, Miss Davis. Nikolai Pierce is ready to see you now,” the secretary walks me to another office.

  “Miss Davis,” inquires a deep and inquisitive voice.

  I straightened my spine as I confronted one of the owners of N&D for the first time. The office is massive. Oh my God! He is absolutely gorgeous! The black and gold plaque on the door states the office belongs to ‘Nikolai Pierce’. I hope my rapid beating heart doesn’t let on how nervous I am. His silvery gaze pierces straight through me. My legs become weak, and I fight to stay standing on my feet. The business magazines didn’t do justice to this gorgeous and chiseled man that stands before me.

  Mr. Pierce is young, vibrant and broad-shouldered. His golden-blond hair is worn slicked back, and he looks like a wet fantasy waiting to happen. His aroma cloaks me, and he smells a bit like sage, with a hint of vanilla. Delicious!

  I give myself a mental shake and clear my throat before I speak. “Yes, I’m Kassidy Davis.” I blink rapidly and look somewhere over his right shoulder to avoid his piercing stare. I notice an arch to his sexy lips. I wonder if at that moment he can tell how flustered I am. His eyes seem to know something that I don’t in the way his glance peruse me from my head down to my four-inch heels. Suddenly he grabs me by surprise and extends his hand. I place my hand inside his to shake. When I go to pull away, he holds on with that one-sided smile still attached to his lips.

  Nikolai stare holds mine in a fiery glance. Mr. Pierce is tall, at least six foot three inches in height. I have to tilt my neck to look up at him, even in high heels! I continue to blink in rapid succession as his eyes burn deep into my brown orbs. The depth of his stare touches me to my very soul. I can feel color rising to my brown skin. I hope to God I’m dark enough to hide my flustering emotions.

  Finally, Nikolai releases my hand but only to place it at the small of my back. I shiver instantly from the pressure of his warm hand. I am too old for this! How can a younger man affect me in this way?

  “Come and take a seat,” Nikolai directs me. “Please make yourself comfortable,” Nikolai adds. Nikolai’s eyes are like ice, but every time he looks at me I get hot all over. How the hell can I work in this state day in and day out? I never once felt this way around Stanley. My God, this man is too sexy for his own good— I thought. I know that I need to remain professional. After all, Mr. Nikolai Pierce could be my potential boss.

  “Thank you,” I reply sitting back in the soft cushioned leather seat. I once again attempt to tear my gaze away. I take the time to breathe in deeply before slowly exhaling. I glance around the sizeable pristine office while trying to get my emotions under control.

  I think to myself that my new boss, Nikolai Pierce, is going to be hard to work around without getting hot and bothered. I have an inkling feeling that if I don’t keep my head on straight, I will be fighting a losing battle where my head and heart is concerned.

  “Are you husband or boyfriend free?” Nikolai catches me off center with his words.

  I think about my recent breakup with that cheater Stanley. “Um, pardon me? Is that a requirement for me to get the job?” I ask a question of my own. I am still upset about Stanley dumping me. It is such an embarrassment, and it does absolutely nothing for my self-esteem. Stanley would never know the depth of hurt this break up has caused me. Also, I know the demographics of black women in America. Demographically speaking, only twenty-nine percent of black women are married compared to forty-eight percent of all Americans. And only fifty percent of black women like me have never been married compared to thirty-three percent of all Americans. I bristle under Nikolai’s bold stare.

  “No, Kassidy that isn’t a requirement.”

  “Are You stereotyping me because I’m a black woman?” I can feel the beginnings of a frown starting on my face.

  So, that’s how young rich, handsome billionaire bosses like Nikolai Pierce keep their company thriving with a specific type. Why did I think N&D would seriously hire someone like me. I am assured that I am more than qualified for this position, and I know it. Let’s see what drivel he comes up with to deny me the job.

  “To be honest Kassidy, I asked that question for personal reasons.” His grey gaze strokes my body as if he’s physically touching me with his hands.

  My body begins to tremble. My mouth opens to speak but closes before any words come out. I snap my mouth shut because I don’t want to look like a gaping fish.

  Suddenly he disarms me with another sexy ass grin and my frown completely dissipates. My lips automatically turn up into a returning smile as I look at Nikolai, my I silently pray he will be my new boss. This interview is going far from how I imagined.

  I dispel a long breath. “To be truthful, my boyfriend dumped me for a younger and thinner woman than me. According to him, my weight is getting out of control,” as the truth divulges from my mouth, I can't help but break eye contact.

  “Ahem, well I say your ex is a damn fool. Don’t you dare change a hair on your head. You are a beautiful woman Kassidy Davis, and I’m sure any real man will be happy if you were his. Your lovely curves and all. Besides, you are definitely not fat. The asshat must be blind.”

  My body warms all over because of his words. “Thank you, Nikolai.” I say as my smile grows wider.

  “I am only speaking the truth.” There he goes again with his penetrating stare, making me feel all hot and bothered. I bet all the women feel like this in his presence. A woman has
to be dead not to feel anything when Nikolai gives them his undivided attention.

  My heart rate increase sitting here under Nikolai’s desirous scrutiny, I become slicker in my nether regions. I squeeze my thighs together and bite my bottom lip to staunch a moan from slipping past my lips.

  What the hell is wrong with me? I have never felt this way before. I feel embarrassed to be sitting here like a woman in heat. One more squeeze of my thighs will be all it takes and I will cum.

  “Are you alright Kassidy? Do you need some ice water or anything?” Nikolai asks me with an all-knowing glint in his gaze.

  “Um, no. I’m fine,” I lie.

  “That you are,” his silvery gaze roam over me again. My eyes close on its own volition as my thighs press together against my will. I grab the armrest of the chair and squeeze as electrical shocks run rapidly inside my core.

  “Fuck!” Nikolai’s voice growls out. My eyes fly open, and our eyes clash. “Damn, I can use a strong drink,” he says raking a hand through his silken strands. I sit there totally humiliated. I feel like bolting for the door and never looking back, but I sit there like a statue to see if Nikolai will bring my humiliation to light.

  “Shall we continue with the interview?” he asks.

  I can only nod and attempt a smile as though nothing has happened. “Tell me about yourself,” Nikolai says as he sits behind his desk. He doesn't waste any time with his questions.

  “Well I served as a receptionist for the past ten years at my former job. I do have references included with the application I filled out online for this job. During my time at my previous employment, I have been commended on my customer service skills, my abilities to work with others and my commitment to the company. I hardly took any time off unless it was absolutely necessary.

  “What makes you unique?”

  “My uniqueness is my ten years of experience on the job. Don't take this the wrong way, but I notice this is a company that consists of twenty-something-year-olds. I'm thirty-two and may seem over the hill compared to most of the young people here. But let me assure you, in most cases experience triumphs youth. I know what it takes to create positive energy in the workplace.”

  “Why do you want to work here?”

  “I must admit that I've read several articles about this company. I read that you and your partner are lifelong friends who went to college together and started this multi-billion dollar company. I am intrigued, and I admire the business acumen you two acquired at such a young age. I also admire your company’s mission to help graduate students in need of jobs. I know what college loans does to a person. I'm still paying them to this day. I applaud your company on the diversity of your hiring practices as well. Also, your company is in the top ten in all the business magazines in the U.S. and abroad.”

  Nikolai nods, and a grin spreads across his handsome face. I can tell he's very proud of his accomplishments. Who wouldn't be?

  “It seems you've done your homework, Kassidy. Tell me, what motivates you and what are you passionate about?”

  “I want to feel a part of something greater. At night when I lie down I want to feel as if I've accomplished making a difference in the company I'm working for. Of course, paying my bills, putting food on the table motivates me. But it's more than that.”

  “I get that. Great answer. Why are you leaving your current job?

  “I'm not going anywhere-- I haven't had a promotion and only two raises in the ten years I've worked there. Simply put, it's time for me to move on.

  Are you willing to work extra hours, or travel when necessary?

  “Yes, I'm not afraid of hard work. I am also free to travel. I have only me to worry about, and nothing is holding me back.”

  “Excellent! Why should N&D hire you?

  “My highest value to any company is my ability to work independently, freeing up time for my employers to focus on the needs of their business. You tell me what to do, and I will get it done.” I don't believe how easy it is to answer these questions. It seems as if my uneasiness dissipated by the warmth of Nikolai's voice.

  “Kassidy the job is yours if you want it.”

  I have to fight myself to keep my mouth from dropping open. Oh my God! Just like that, the job is mine. I wanted it, but I can't believe it. “Yes! I want the job. Thank you, Nikola. Thank you so much.”

  “You will need to meet with my partner Dirk Hawking’s. A fair word of warning—Dirk is still coming to grips with Nola’s decision to leave. Don’t let his grumpy attitude dissuade you in any way. I'm sure he will want to welcome you, on board anyway.”

  My heart plummets and a butterfly like feeling settles in the pit of my belly. What if Nikolai’s partner doesn’t want to hire me? What then?

  “Dirk’s office is the one across from this one. I’ll let him know you’re on your way over. I’m looking forward to working closely with you, Kassidy,” Nikolai says getting up as I stand to my feet. He reaches for both of my hands, his eyes plunges down into mine. A shudder runs through my body from his intense gaze. His lip arches up on one side and I want to melt on the spot.

  “I’m looking forward to working with you too,” I barely get out. I inhale his spicy cologne and warmth settles into a part of my body that it doesn’t have any right to. I squeeze my thighs together and feel wetness gathering there.

  “I’ll see you to the door,” Nikolai’s voice penetrates my muddled brain.

  “Thank you,” I reply before stepping out the door to make my way across the hall. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away but I dare not look back to find out for sure.

  Dirk

  Nikolai just sent me a text saying he is impressed with Kassidy’s professional demeanor. Even though she appeared to be ill-at-ease during the interview she was well spoken and held up. She’s the one! He ends the text and I put my phone away just as I call for her to enter my office.

  I take notice that Kassidy is beautiful. I can’t help myself from taking in her flawless dark skin and the impeccable way her two piece skirt suit fit her like a second skin. I lick my lips as my eyes robes over her busty cleavage. Only two buttons are left undone but the softness of her breasts penetrate through my imagination.

  I only ask her a few questions and I notice just before each question she pauses, and angles her head to one side to expose her delicate neckline. I wonder what her skin would feel like against my lips.

  Kassidy’s hair is chin length and styled in a bob that bounces slightly when she turn her head. I can find myself drowning in the depths of her chocolate dark eyes when our gazes clash.

  My eyes land on the fullness of her lips. She wears a nude gloss which give them a plush look; undoubtedly meant to be kissed and fucked by my cock.

  Shit! What am I thinking? I pull my pants leg down to make room for my growing erection. This interview is going much different than any I’ve given all because of the dark beauty sitting before me.

  My eyes drip over her body even though I try not to. Kassidy’s womanly curves call out to me. My body tenses. My heart thunders a little faster, pumping blood like fuel through my veins. My jaw clenches and my cock swells eagerly against my dress slacks.

  It’s been too fucking long since I've felt instantaneous lust for a woman. This just won't do.

  I can see why Nikolai sent me the text filled with excitement. We’re similar, my best friend and I, when it comes to our type in women. Business is another matter where Nikolai and I click so well together. We are both courageous, driven hard to prosper and we leave no stone unturned until we get the job done.

  Shit, I can’t explain the feeling that's come over me since Kassidy entered this office. I want to dislike her. I want to tell her she's not hired, but I can't find any logical reason to do so. I know this woman will be trouble. I can't explain how but I just know. Some things are just a known fact, as this sudden obsession to see her naked and lying beneath my body while I thrust my shaft inside her slick cunt to the hilt. Fiery lust emblazons me, and I c
lench my jaw to stop these fucking emotions from zooming through my body.

  I learned long ago that fierce lust soon fizzles out once I've fucked my goal. I push myself to end this interview as quickly as possible. I need to get my head straight. I snap out my questions like bullets. I realize I'm curt, but I can't help it.

  Perhaps it’s the way her nipples press hard against her clingy shirt, and the way her luscious brown cleavage calls for me to bury my face between her globes. I wonder what kind of panties she has on under that tight skirt of hers.

  When the interview is over, I stand from my seat and extend my hand out for Kassidy to shake. When she grabs my hand I can feel an electrified zing run through my system.

  Why this woman is having this effect on me? I attempt to shake it off. Fuck. This woman is made to love and fuck. Oh hell, where did that thought come from?

  Damn it. I want to fuck our new assistant, and it makes me all kinds of angry!

  Kassidy

  From the moment that I raise a hand to knock on the dark mahogany door with a gold emblazoned plaque naming the office as Dirk Hawking’s. I gasped aloud when the door is abruptly opened before my hand even made contact.

  Dirk stood before me, slightly shorter than his partner. He is about six feet and one inch tall, and a little less broad with a sharp jawline and brilliant blue eyes. His hair was long and black and pulled back in a loose ponytail He’s dressed more relaxed in grey slacks and a white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone.

  “Miss Davis, come in. I’m sure you know I’m Dirk Hawking’s, Co-CEO of N&D Incorporated. You may call me Mr. Hawking’s. Have a seat and let’s get down to business, shall we?”

  “Oh, okay,” I walk over to the chair he indicates for me to sit in. “It’s a pleasure to—”