My Way Out

Chapter 3- It's been a while

Lucas's POV

Really and truly visitors weren't my thing. They always came smelling secrets, too many of them. They will lie behind their plastered smiles. It disgust me.

But today was different.

I remember the storm outside and the sound of water tapping on the window like impatient fingers.

I was in my father's study room, pretending to read but my mind was absent. The mystery visitor is coming.

The door opened and they both walked in.

Megan and the visitor. She was pale and tired by the looks of the heavy bags underneath her eyes.

Dried blood all over her. She was shaking and instinctively I felt the need to protect her, to make sure she was okay. She looked too… fragile.

It was like she was broken… but not destroyed, not yet anyway.

The way she was shaking you'd think that the house would fall on top of only her.

On Megan's command I walked towards her. “Hi I am Lucas.”

Like she didn't already know…

A smile broke out of her lips.

Perhaps… just perhaps.

Once again the doornto the conference room clicked shut again.

I leaned back in to my chair and let out a big sigh.

A sigh of annoyance and boredom.

“That's the sixth one already,” i said running a finger across my lower lip. “I may have to see HR after this. He's joking by accepting these applicants for the job of the secretary.”

Jared didn't flinch, she was my assistant. “You have quite a few more to go, besides there is the one my cousin Ellie, recommend.”

“What's her name?”

“Deborah.”

I hummed noncommittally and turned to the resume in front of me.

“Enough, let's continue.” I demanded.

The last interview was a disaster. She had a great smile but terrible brain. I asked her, “If you had to burn down one building in this city, ehich would you choose and why?”

She blinked at me like I was a mad man.

You see, I have no interest in answer. I was more interested in how the person would react, a secretary who could think on the spot. Not succumb to pressure. People who wouldn't flinch when things got complicated.

“Hello sir, please the next one is ready.”

I motioned my fingers for her to come in.

She stepped in with high heels clicking, red lips perfect.

I didn't even look up again. “Name?”

“Charl-”

“If I asked you to destroy any documents that implicated criminal activities of the company would you?”

“Um, um well-”

“Next,” I said waving her out.

The next one entered.

“Describe the last time you lied and got away with it. Was it incriminating? Was it worth it?”

“Well-”

“Next.”

It was an absolute joke. Unbelievable.

I let out another big sigh. These were just here because of the status and fame that came along with it. Too over prepared, too nervous, too polished.

No.

I want instinct.

“Send the recommended one in, she will be the last one for the day.”

“Deborah Brown,” she said looking down on my clipboard.

I frowned a little not the one I was looking for.

I stood and turned looking towards the glass wall overlooking the city with my hands slid into my pockets. “Send her in.”

The door opened and I turned.

The world stood still as my frown slowly started turning upside down.

There she stood. Winded, flustered and quite late. Her pony tail tied back a bit messy, her blouse creased in ways that made me wonder if she had a mirror. But it didn't matter.

She was here.

Finally.

Those eyes. The same eyes from that evening all those years ago.

She had grown in her bones beautifully, this beauty didn't beg for attention but demanded it quietly.

What made me in awe was that she didn't shrink, she didnt smile, she stood uncertain meeting my gaze.

Something ingnited low in my gut raw and primal. Not the casual clinical curiosity, not the cold interest I use to manipulate, but genuine raw ignition.

A thought crossed my mind of how her skin would feel, of how it tasted like. What her breathe would sound like between pleasure and panic, what she'd look like stripped of caution.

“Excuse me?” She stepped forward tilting her head in confusion.

“Please sir.” I took a quick glance at Jared and her brows raised.

Please sit. I don't say that. This girl was my weakness, is my weakness and will always be my weakness.

But for a few minutes I had to overcome that weakness.

With a straight face and a tapping finger I hoped to assert dominance. “Which building would you burn down and why?”

“If I had a choice it would be the buildings of your competitors, why not erase them to ease the competition?”

My eyes widened.

I have finally found my match, my crazy, sexy match. I studied her like a weapon I wanted to dismantle. She sunk into her chair folding her arms and crossing her legs.

The audacity…

But that posture wasn't convincing enough. The tension in her shoulders betrayed her.

“Would you destroy a piece of incriminating evidence for the sake of the company?”

“I will destroy it, but before I do I would make a photocopy of it to keep you in check,” she deadpanned.

The magnetic force was only going stronger and anytime soon I won't be able to resist the urge.

“I must say Miss Brown, you have impressed me. Your interview has been the longest.”

“Why this job?” I sneered at her in an attempt to intimidate her.

“Well, because I need it. I want it.”

“Well, would you look at that, the first unpolished answer of the day,” I fake cheered with my hands in the air.

“Well they say I am one of a kind,” she smiled.

There it was, the smile they made me fall for her. It was perfect

She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and her chin rested on her knuckles. “Hey, if I am not good enough, you could always fire me.”

I walked around the table and leaned against the table right in front of her.

“You still haven't made your case.” I took her hand into my own and looked her straight in the eye. She flinched a little maybe because when I took her hand, a strong shiver ran down my body.

“I don't quit, I am clever, resilient, relentless…”

As she continued on and on and on about her personality all I could think was crashing my lips on hers. The taste of her lips, the taste of her body infact. This thought made me go crazy, slowly increasing my s****l urge. Her lips were magnificent, magnetic, drawing me closer to her but I had to show some kind of restraint otherwise I would rip off that blouse straight of her. Talk about that blouse. It hugged her doing justice to her magnificent soft breast. Oh I could tell it was soft, I could imagine stroking my c**k in between the two balls. The thought of they suddenly made me bite my button lip. I could imagine her soft sexy hands stroking my c**k in the process as well making me become hard. c*m slowly shooting out as her soft hands strokes-

“Excuse me sir?”

“Yeah?”

“That's why I think you should hire me, wait where you even listening to a word I was saying?”

I nodded, still aroused by my thoughts.

I let go of her hand and walked back around the table. I sat on my chair “You'll be hearing from us.”

“Ok sir, thank you very much for the opportunity.”

A bit of sassy and a touch of humility eh?

Would you look at that.

She stood up and started for the door. Her beautiful ass shaking as she made her way. How I wished I could pounce on it.

“As a matter of fact,” I called out in a deep hoarse voice. “Start Monday.”

She turned around and with a wide smile said, “ Thank you, you won't regret this.”

I nodded and waved her goodbye.

Oh I know I won't Deborah Brown, I know I won't.