My Two Bosses

Part 9: The interview

I walked back to the bar downstairs and saw my friends sitting there waiting for me.

“Where the hell have you been?” Ava sluggishly asked.

“Dancing, of course. I, uh, made a friend.” Well, it wasn’t a full lie. Besides, I couldn’t possibly tell them that I just gave my virginity to a s*x God in a room above their heads in this club.

That would have to be a conversation for another day.

The ride home was silent. I didn’t know what to say to or how to say it. How could I possibly tell my friends that I gave a stranger, a sexy stranger, my virginity? They’d never understand.

I decided that I might need to keep this to myself for now. That way, I can hold off on all the questions that I knew they’d ask.

But still, my mind was going at a speed of 100 mph. I couldn’t believe that I allowed this to happen.

Yes, granted he was extremely sexy, the fact was that I didn’t know him! I didn’t know anything about him. He could be a killer and I wouldn’t be the wiser.

When we got home, I practically jogged up to the bathroom and ran myself a hot bath. I needed to ease the dull ache between my legs. 

I was hopping that it might clear my mind, but the sexy images kept replaying in my head. The way his touch felt on my skin was imbedded in my brain. His soft lips…his hard, throbbing d**k sliding inside of me was making me wet all over again.

Damnit! I have to stop! This was just a one-night thing. Many people do it. I didn’t develop feelings; I wouldn’t allow myself to do that.

I finished my bath and decided to let it go. I wasn’t planning on going to that club ever again so the chances of us seeing each other again were impossible.

However, as I slept, the scene played in my head over and over again.

It’s been about two weeks since the day I had my little rendezvous with Adonis. No matter how I tried to forget, I guess you can’t truly forget your first time.

Although I’m still without a damn job, ugh, I am choosing to spend this week relaxing. I can’t make anyone hire me so why stress about it?

I was just scrolling down my f*******: account when I saw an email notification pop up on my screen.

It was from Langston & Norris Inc., a company I applied to work for! I was preparing myself to see another “we’re sorry but…” letter. It seems like that’s the only letters I get now and days.

I sighed and clicked on it. I couldn’t believe my eyes! This was the first email that I’d received that wanted me to call and schedule an interview with them. I quickly dialed the number and scheduled it for tomorrow.

I ran around preparing everything I would need to ace this interview. I needed this job and I’m determined to get it.

After I laid everything out and made sure that I wouldn’t leave anything important behind, I went to sleep. I dreamed of them giving me this job and living happily ever after.

My alarm woke me up three hours prior to my interview time. I made myself as presentable as I possibly could. I smiled as I looked at myself thoroughly in the mirror. I  was impressed at how professional this pencil skirt and button up shirt made me look.

My ran to the car as soon as my uber driver called to let me know that they were here. I knew I looked the part but now I have to make sure that I sell myself enough to them.

When we arrived at Langston $ Norris Inc., I was in awe. It was a beautiful, tall building. I glanced at my clock on my phone and saw that I only had ten minutes to get inside.

I ran in and I was greeted by a very nice-looking security guard who briefly told me where I could find the  receptionist’s desk. He said she’d know exactly where I was supposed to go.

I got on the elevator and the quick ride sent me straight to the 3rd floor where I found a super elegant circular desk in the middle of the floor.

The girl behind it smiled at me and signaled me over.

“Hi, Welcome to Langston & Norris. How may I help you?”

“Uh, yes, I am here for an interview. My name is Hazel Miller.”

“Yes… I see.” Her sweet smile turned into a smirk. She looked me up and down as if she were checking me out. What the hell? Rude much?

“Mr. Langston is waiting for you. Follow me.” She stood up and strode down the masterfully decorated hallway until we reached a door that read “Meeting Room 1.” She quietly knocked on the door and proceeded to stick her head in. She whispered something to the person inside and turned back to me.

“Alright, he’s waiting for you….Good Luck.” She looked me over again and walked away.

I stood at the door for a few seconds longer and took a few deep breaths. I could feel myself starting to shake from being so nervous.

“Get it together, Hazel. It’s just a conversation. It is just a conversation. You got this.” I quietly whispered out loud to myself. I took one last deep breath and walked inside the room.

The room was softly lit up by a single gorgeous chandelier above a long dark wooden table. It could have easily fit at least twenty people around it but as I looked around, it looks like it was only going to be the two of us.

I looked at the head of the table and immediately lost my breath. It was him! Adonis!