Blue Skyes

Ch. III- Offer Letter

I pull him in, pressing my lips against his in a fit of desire. We've been here before, but never like this. By that I mean sober.

For me it had been a while since touching a man, let alone being touched by one. His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his torso and flip my hair to kiss him deeply. A small moan escapes my throat as my back hits the nearest wall. "I'm so glad we're doing this again, Thea."

"Shhh. No talking." I hate when they get sentimental on me. I just want to have the kind of s*x that makes me need a shower after. Once he's done his job, he can leave. I never had time for attachments as an intern. I was always so focused on landing a position. That means one-night stands and a lot of self-pleasure.

I grab the hem of my shirt, lifting it up over my head before dropping it on the floor. Mack looks at me with lust-filled eyes. I never thought I would sleep with Mack again, but here we are. The first time we hooked up was at the beginning of our internship, when I was desperately horny, and I could tell he liked me.

My hands roam across his bare chest. He's lean and sexy, with dirty blonde curls that I want to run my fingers through before we're done. The last time we had s*x it was sloppy and unplanned. We hung out after training to catch up on some work and ended up drunk on his mom's basement sofa. I haven't stooped that low since high school. I'm much more prepared now.

Mack sets me down long enough for me to take his belt off and unbutton his pants. He takes them off while I finish undressing. He then pulls a condom from the pocket of his jeans and rips open the wrapper before sliding it on his hard c**k. "Turn around." He demands with a husky voice.

I do as I'm told, turning to face my ass towards him and putting my hands up on the wall. I feel the rubber first, his tip trying to find its way inside. I adjust my position to better match his. "Fuck." He groans as he slips it in. I tilt my head back, trying to adjust to his size. His d**k is an average size, but it's been a while for me.

Grunting, Mack continues to thrust in and out of me. I move my ass back to meet him every time. Men don't typically make me moan during s*x, at least not loudly. Mack is no different, he's just as sloppy as the first time. With no hope of him making me c*m, I press my fingers gently against my clit. I rub small circles but to no avail, I'm deeply turned off at this point.

Within moments, Mack stills inside of me and groans loudly as he finishes inside the condom. "That was..." The second he pulls out, I immediately start putting my clothes back on.

He pops the used rubber off, throwing it in my bedroom trash can. "It was good, you can leave now." I didn't finish, making this a complete waste of time for me in the end. Why do men always think s*x has to stop when they finish instead of both parties? It never made any sense to me.

Slight hurt flashes across Mack's face. I don't feel bad for him because I told him from the start what this was. "Yeah, right." He says more to himself before getting dressed. "I'll see you, Thea." He dips his head down to kiss me, but I move my head away at the last second.

I'm not a cold-hearted woman, I'm just not interested in giving him the wrong idea. We've had s*x twice, there's nothing else between us. Honestly, after today, I don't see myself going back to him again anyway. Especially since I don't work at Blue Skyes anymore. Which means I’m going to have to find a new f**k buddy.

The second he leaves I fall face first on my bed. Men who can satisfy me are becoming impossible to find these days.

Masturbating is great but it only gets you so far. I crave a man's hands on my body, passion, attention to detail. Mack isn't one of those men.

Sighing, I sit up and pull out my phone to try and take my mind off of my s*x life. Finding a new job has been my priority over the last few days.

The good news about being an intern is that I wasn't getting paid anyways. No benefits, no 401k, and nothing to lose when I lost the job. What I do have, on the other hand, is the biggest publishing company in the state on my resume. I'm crossing my fingers hoping that it's my way into a job with real money.

There's a knock on my bedroom door from my roommate, Van. "Come in."

After a moment, the knob turns and the door slowly pushes open. Van peaks his head through, with a blue envelope in his hand. "That man that just left was yummy." He comments, ignoring the mail he's holding.

"Not yummy enough." I admitted dryly.

He frowns, "That's a shame." Without asking any follow-up questions, he gets to why he's here in the first place. "This came for you." Once he tosses it on my bed, I pick it up to take a look at it. It's from Blue Skye Publishing, "I thought that you missed the interview?"

"I did." I replied, my attention still focused on the envelope. There aren't very many possibilities as to what could be in here. Maybe it's a letter of recommendation? Or even another time slot to re-do my interview?

My fingers run over the edges as I try to stall opening it. "Come on, Thea. You know I'm dying to know what it says." He not so subtly rushes me.

Flipping it over, I tear it open and pull out a small card with a typewriter-like font. I scan over it, trying to figure out exactly what it is. "This can't be right." My eyes pop at the words job offer and assistant to the CEO.

I hand Van the card, thinking he might be able to make sense of it. "They're giving you a job as an assistant?"

"Yeah to Auden Skye." It's a mistake, it has to be.

Van hands it back to me, "I don't know, Thea. It looks pretty legit to me." I didn't even interview, there's no way I'm getting offered a position. I look on the back of the card and notice a start date and time. It starts on Monday at 8am, the same as my interview. The question is, do I trust it? "Speaking of work, I have to go. See you tonight?"

Still distracted by the card, I mumble a simple response and wait for him to leave my room. Van and I have been close since college. Fortunately, he's a lot smarter with money than I am. While I interned, Van took up day trading. He invested in stocks - which is something I'll never be able to understand. Then he got a job at a high-end stock company where he makes enough to pay for this place while I attempted to work at Blue Skye. He sometimes calls himself my sugar daddy as a joke. In reality, he's my best friend.

It's been my dream to work there since I was fifteen, and it's been my life for the last two years. If this offer is real...I owe it to both of us to try.