Forbidden Pleasures (50 Erotica Collections)

Cassandra's POV 10:27 am. Monday morning. ... "Next," I heard the CEO say from inside his office moments after a tall blonde who had arrogantly walked in with confidence brimming all over, exited the office with an unhappy look. She looked at me and then harrumphed before leaving, her pace hurried and her gait unseemly. I was the last one on this bench. For the past several minutes, I'd been watching the other applicants; both male and female go in and step out sometimes in less than a minute with various negative expressions. Each applicant who left dejected only served to spike my anxiety. All these people... looked even more classier than I was, and yet they were rejected. A part of me thought, 'Why not just skip the interview instead of possibly getting scarred internally like the others?' To just walk away—that choice seemed easy. 'But what if there's a possibly high chance of me getting accepted?' This choice, though daunting, seemed quite tempting, especially to someone like me who inherited her late mother's gambling debts and was owing three months of rent already. This job would be nothing short of a breakthrough for me in my current situation. "Next!" The masculine voice called again, this time with fat traces of annoyance and impatience. A dozen butterflies converged in my gut as I rose up from the waiting bench clutching the envelope in my hand to my chest and adjusted my glasses before heading into the office. 'You can do it, Cassandra,' I told myself in my mind before crossing the threshold. However, nothing prepared me for what I would see next. This... My eyes flung wide open, and my lips went slightly agape. But I quickly composed myself, thankful that the CEO wasn't looking up yet. 'No, don't lose hope yet, Cassandra,' I told myself even though I had a sense of unease budding in my gut. A feeling that things would definitely not turn out well. 'Don't beat yourself up, Cass. There is a high chance that I doesn't recall you.' I told myself again in my mind. "Sit. CV," He told me coldly, without even tearing his gaze from his laptop. "Y-yes, sir!" I approached the desk, took a seat on one of the two chairs meant for guests. Then I pursed my lips as I placed my CV in front of him. "Here it is, sir," I said, my voice low. He took the papers and went through briefly before putting them down and focusing on the laptop again. I sat there, the anxiousness in me already reaching a new peak, making my heart pound furiously against my ribcage. I waited for minutes, without a word between us. The tension in the air was so thick I could feel its heat against my face. Finally, he looked up at me, closing his laptop's lid. Damn, it truly was him. I hadn't seen him for about a year now, and he was no less gorgeous than I remembered. Eyes like the colour of the Pacific, a jaw that would make many males jealous of the creator's obvious bias on him. Spotting a well-trimmed beard and wearing a three-piece blue suit with the black suit shirt half-buttoned, revealing his hairless chest. Heavens! How do the employees in the company even cope? He was practically a walking temptation to both genders. Just seeing his plump chestnut lips made me want to spread my legs, cradle my own knees and beg him to suck on my c**t like he used to. In the past. Ah, the thought of that lewd scene made my cunt start throbbing, expressing his support to have this man's d**k stuffed inside it with its succulent lips perfectly stretched and wrapped around it, clenching his f**k tool and guzzling it esuriently. 'Oh god, what are you thinking, Cass? It's wrong. This is your potential boss. You should be making a good impression on him so he'd hire you. Not getting horny and remembering the prowess of his waist,' Even though I had berated myself internally, my cunt refused to listen to reason. Heavens, I was already wet for him. And he hadn't even done or said anything salacious to me. Fuck, I felt like touching myself right now. In front of him. "Miss Wedgeforth," His deep, husky voice drew me back to reality. I quickly focused on the man who held my fate for today in his hands. "Sir..." "Would you be open to a side job?" "Huh...?" I was stumped. This wasn't the kind of question that I was expecting. A side job? I had expected along the lines of so, why do you think we should, hire you?' But here he was talking about a side job!? This... I want it to believe, to think in the positive with a hope that he was perhaps considering offering me the main job that I'd initially applied for. To be his secretary. Maybe this was a test. And I didn't think I should say no to his question even though I did not understand fully what he meant by that question. And so, after suspiring internally, I wore the most polite smile I could muster up and replied, "Yes, sir," "Even if this side job brings no benefits to the company itself?" Another unexpected question. How should I answer? "If this side job you speak of, Sir, will benefit you at least, then I am willing to do it," I said in a resolute tone. "Oh?" He raised a brow, "What if you're not getting paid for this side job which involves you possibly working beyond the required working hours?" "I would still do it," I replied without even thinking twice. For one, this company was already offering almost three times the amount my previous workplace paid me. So what is working overtime for the boss? Hearing my reply, the CEO nodded sagely. But before I could even sigh in relief, he posed another question. "Why would you? Are you that desperate for the job?" Does a CEO ask an applicant such a question? If I was a rich kid, with no worries about daily life, would I show up here? Unfortunately, I couldn't show any trace of annoyance on my face. I maintained the polite smile. "Sir, it is true that I need this job and, yes, you are right. I am desperate to leave the room of unemployment to the glorious room of employment. I want to be able to hold my head high and your company is providing an opportunity. Even a fool would grab it." I replied. "So, what if this side job that I'm offering you as well is not related to company matters at all. What if it doesn't even require you to wear those sexy panties which I'm sure you must be wearing right now?" Again...I was stumped. "Sir...?" "Would you still do the side job, Miss Cassandra Wedgeforth, or should I say... Darling p***y?" Hearing his last two words, my eyes widened, and my jaw went slack. What I feared really came to pass! He remembered. He actually remembered me!