The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 5

I walked into the office room with every nerve following me in my step. This was it, I was here now and there was not turning back. If I didn’t know how desperately I needed the job, I knew I would have turned my heels and made my way out of the office, never looking back.

It was one thing to be interviewed, and it was another thing to be interviewed by the CEO of the company itself. It felt like no matter how much I thought I could impress them, there was nothing that could be done about it, I was not going to impress him. I sighed, taking a finally breath and I entering into the office. I closed the door behind me, making sure to adjust my pant trousers for the last time. A habit I found myself doing out of nerves. Even if my pant trouser was rumpled, there was nothing I could do about it at this particular time.

“Good morning.” I said, having my sit. I still had not bothered to really look around me, or look at the man seated in front of me. Instead, my head was bowed, and I kept thinking of what it was that I could do. My brain reminded me that I had not been asked to seat, but there was no going back. My bum was already resting on the soft leather chair.

“Morning, miss?” A deep voice resonated from the front of me. I realized he was asking to fill in my name.

“Rachael.” I answered, finally looking up at him. He could have easily checked through the resume that was in front of him, but he still managed to make me uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes internally.

“So, it says here that you’ve never had an experience.” He stated, rather than ask. And this was when I realized that it was only polite that I looked at the person that was indeed interviewing me.

“Yes, I finished college two years ago.” I said, finally looking up at him. I was numb struck. I could only thank my stars that was sitting already. If not, I knew I might slipped on air.

I knew how handsome Michael was, I had seen him on the National TV on multiple occasions. I knew he was fine. There was this saying that men are rarely photogenic and pictures never do them justice. In this, I knew he was definitely right.

The TV, pictures didn’t do him justice. He was easily the finest person I had ever set my eyes on, and I had seen quite my fair share. Brown eyes stared back at me, simply colliding with the blue navy suit that he was wearing. I blinked back, taken aback. I wanted to study him over and over. He was like the finest piece of art in a gallery, the same one everyone wanted to take home, the same one thousands of people would gather to bid over.

His red lips was full, it popped like the strawberry color, and I didn’t want to imagine how it would feel like tasting it. It was when I continued to look at his lips, that was when I realized that he was smiling, and his mouth kept moving like he was saying something. I could hit myself with my bag right now.

“Are you listening?” Michael asked me, still smiling. Immediately, I turned pink. There was no way I could escape that. He definitely knew that I was checking him out. Bummer. Now the person that was interviewing me knew that I was checking him out.

“I’m so sorry, I get distracted when I see beautiful things.” It came out of my mouth, before I could even realize what I had said. Really? I had only meant to tell him he was - argh, never mind.

“So you are calling me beautiful?” He laughed, and that was the sweetest melody to my ears. He could laugh?

“Are you calling me beautiful? I can guess that it was me you was staring at.” His smile was still present. And i decided to man up. I had flirted unconsciously with the boss, on the day of my interview. I was so getting the job. In irony.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. You are just quite a sight.” I winced, that didn’t sound like it was supposed to. It was too late already. I was ruining this. I could not tell if it was because of the fact that I was nervous, or because he was really beautiful. I just needed to go out. I spotted beautiful flowers on my way in. I needed to go outside and pick the one in which they were going to bury me alongside with. This was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done. With history, I have really embarrassed myself in the past.

Michael shook his head. “So tell me Miss Rachael, why haven’t you gotten a job since you finished two years ago.” He said, back to business mode now. But the tone to his voice was a little bit playful. I could tell he was mocking me in a way. But there was no way to pin point it. Of course.

“I’ll say it’s because I’m too perfect- I could not finish my statement before Michael interrupted with another chuckle. I smiled. He nodded at me to continue.

“Well, I am not. The only jobs I managed to pull off were just part times jobs which never lasted. Sometimes, I wondered if I had ever offended the fairy they handed out jobs.” I finished and he nodded his head.

“Why did you apply to Ciel? No offense but considering your zero experience, that was bold.” I noticed that Michael’s skin too was pale. Whatever it was with everyone that worked here and pale skin.

“To be honest, they were just one of those jobs I tried out because I was hoping. I didn’t even think too much of it when I applied. Neither did I think I was going to be called for an interview.” I sighed and he nodded his head. Michael asked me few more questions which I answered with all my best and honesty. Although, I left out a bit of truth. I didn’t mention anything concerning being a stripper. I could not lose this opportunity.

“Alright Miss Rachael, we will get back to you for a feedback.” Michael said, bringing his hand out to shake me. Quickly I stood up, shaking him back. I ignored the tingles that rhymed between our hands as we shook each other. I ignored everything as I practically almost ran out of his office.