LOVE & TOUCH

Chapter 11

Felix Pov

I want to laugh. She looks constipated. She sighed many times too. This woman. She really hates me, huh?

I looked at her small, heart-shaped face. She had slender eyebrows, and her eyelashes looked velvety on her gray-like eyes. She has a small nose and a cute chin. And how could I miss her attractive, bow-like lips. It's naturally red in color, and I still know what it tastes like. This is the face of which I have dreamed and fantasized many times.

I shut my eyes tightly. Damn! I can feel my member slowy poking at my jeans just because she's here in front of me.Is this how badly I am attracted to her? She's the only woman who makes me feel like this and I can't accept it.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked after looking at her portfolio. I hide my smirk when I saw her phone number. Gotcha.

She laughed in sarcasm, then flipped her leaf-brown hair. "Is that what you called 'professionalism'?"

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing. She's so irritated.

I wonder if she could still act like that if I f*cked her ass rough and hard? The image of her moaning my name and gasping for air flashed.

"Ugh---Felix!" She moaned as I deeply and roughly pushed my shaft onto her.

I scratched my face as my face heated up because of my green thoughts.

Damn you, Felix! Get a hold of yourself!

"Just kidding." I ran my fingers through my hair. "What do you think about s*x then?" I asked zoning out while diverting my gaze to her portfolio. I only realized it after seconds. Sh*t!

Ans she's about to explode now. "What did you just say?" She said in a not so friendly-look.

I smiled guilty. "I-I mean, your motto in life?"

She sighed. "Should I just leave?" She whispered to herself, but she didn't realize that I could hear it, loud and clear. She doesn't know how to whisper, huh?

I played with my lips with my thumb. I can still hear her whimper and moan that night. It was saved like an audio file on my head, and it plays every time she speaks. I wish she would just moan her words.

The heck, I'm kinda creepy here.

"What kind of questions did you bring today?" she asked, irritably.

I laughed. "Okay then, how about--"

She leaned on me aggressively that I almost choked up with my saliva. "Do it properly, sir. I'm not in the mood to play with your craziness."

Wew. I didn't know she can be aggressive, huh? How about in bed? Can she do that? Can she do the f*ck and make me go crazy?

I coughed up my thoughts. "Chill. Okay, fine how about experience--" But my mouth parted when I caught her blushing so badly. She's pale as snow, so it's obvious if she's thinking about something silly or funny.

"W-What?" she asked in a stuttering voice. She sipped on her drink, and she almost spilled it when she saw me still looking at her.

I couldn't believe it. This is so funny. My brother should punch me for harassing her and sexualizing her in my mind.

"What are you thinking, Ms. Park?" I rested my palm on my chin.

"W-What?" she repeated in a shaking voice and with shivering lips. She tried to straightened her face and be serious but she's already busted.

Anyone who can see her will conclude that she's nervous.

I grinned playfully. "Do you have something in mind when I said 'experiences'? Mind sharing it with me?" I teased.

Does she think about that night? Oh, baby, don't worry, I'm thinking about it too, ever minute and every seconds.

Her red color crept down her neck. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I suddenly remembered her skin that night. She was so pink under me as I thrust her nonstop.

Oh, f*ck, I should stop thinking about it.

"I-I have none. I just graduated. It was written on my CV." She said without eyeing me. Oh? My bad.

I loosened my necktie. "Yeah, o-ofcourse." silly me. "How about the position? Is it okay for you?" I asked. I'm serious about it, but after realizing what I asked, I immediately looked at her reaction.

My, my Vin.

She diverted her gaze. "W-What kind of question is that?"

I cleared my throat. I am getting hotter just because of her cute reactions. And her husky voice is not helping. I suddenly want to grab her chin and kiss her bow like lips until they get swollen.

"I'm just asking what I should ask, Ms. Park." I said it sensually.

She gasped. "O-Ofourse anything... I can do anything--"

My eyes opened widely. She panicked when she saw my face.

"I-I mean any position that is related to my m-major."

I barked out a laugh. She glared at me, but still with her tomato-like face.

"Okay...any position for Ms. Park."

She cursed quietly, but I still heard it. I licked my lips to stop myself from smiling. This is getting hot and funny.

"How about maintenance? Janitress? or probably Cook? Are you okay with those position?" I asked with a straight face.

She gave me a wry smile. "Are you kidding me?"

I smiled at her from ear to ear. "Just kidding."

She just rolled her eyes.

"Last question, why should we hire you?"

She pursed her lips.

Oh, baby, I can hire you anytime. Breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner, that would be your work. I'll give you every position you want. Just tell me, baby. I'm an expert in any position.

I can hear the devil in me, laughing so bad.

"I-I should be hired for this role because of my relevant skills, dedication, and passion. I've researched the company, and I believe that I can add value and contribute to its growth. My eagerness, positive attitude, and long-term goals align with the job requirements, making me a committed and valuable asset to the company." she said confidently.

I pouted my lips and dropped my eyes at her name. Vivienne Park. She's perfect.

I gazed at her lovely face again. "Alright, you're hired."

Vin's Pov

"Alright, you're hired." He said.

He stood up, so I did as well. He stretched his hand for a handshake. This bastard. He's trying so hard to be decent, though he's really not. He's a damn pervert in disguise!

I don't even understand why Hendrix let this guy to interview me. Did he order this guy? But this guy seems like the type of man that you can't easily make follow you and your commands. He looks stubborn and free-spirited.

"Congratulations, Ms. Park!"

I accepted his hand. The familiar electric like feeling penetrates my skin. I immediately let go of his hand, but the bastard wouldn't let go of my hand.

"You really have a soft skin." He stated this before letting my hand go. I could feel my face heating up again. What does he mean by that?

This is so bad. I should drink ethyl or something. I need to cleanse my mind.

"Now, where do you want to eat our lunch?" He asked after looking at his wristwatch.

"As if I will go with you." I said and picked up my things, but unexpectedly, he pulled me by my waist. My body squeezed against his, wide-eyed and circled mouth.

"You will. Whether you like it or not." He said.