Six
1095 Words
Olivia Westview
As I walked ahead, I could feel his eyes on me, and my heart pounded in my chest.
I found myself in the most luxurious office I’d ever seen. The penthouse level of Sinclair Industries was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of Philadelphia. The room was bathed in natural light, illuminating the modern décor. Sleek furniture, abstract art, and a hint of greenery created an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, unable to hide my awe.
James walked ahead, leading me to his office. He gestured to a plush chair in front of his expansive mahogany desk. “Please, take a seat, Olivia.”
I sat down, clutching my bag in my lap for some semblance of comfort. James shrugged off his coat, revealing a well-fitted button-down shirt that did little to hide his impressive physique. The thin fabric accentuated his muscles, hinting at a rigorous workout routine. He looked even more buff without the coat, his age only adding to his appeal. My eyes lingered a moment too long, and I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up.
James sat down behind his desk, his presence commanding and intimidating. “So, Olivia, let’s get started,” he said. For a moment I wondered how he was being so professional.
Maybe he does not recognize me? I took a deep breath. No, Liv. That knowing look at yesterday's lunch says it all. He knows who you are.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice shaky.
“Why do you want to work at Sinclair Industries?” he asked, his eyes locking onto mine.
My heart was doing a little dance in my chest. “I’ve always admired this company and its values,” I lied, repeating the rehearsed line my dad had drilled into me. “And I believe I can learn a lot here.”
James nodded, leaning back in his chair. “That is good. Tell me about your previous experience.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I worked as an intern at a marketing firm last year's summer, where I gained experience in social media management and content creation.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And why did you leave?”
I swallowed hard. “The internship was a summer program, and it ended when I went back to school for my MBA.”
"MBA?" James raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you are taking art classes, no?"
"Yes. But it's more of a side thing, really."
James seemed to consider my answer for a moment before continuing. “Alright. What are your strengths and weaknesses?”
Weaknesses? Oh, I have a lot. Like blue-eyed older men with stunning physiques and huge c0cks.
Blinking rapidly, I pushed the thoughts away and recited the strengths I had prepared: teamwork, creativity, and adaptability. When it came to weaknesses, I hesitated, then said, “I sometimes take on too much at once and can be a bit of a perfectionist.”
He smiled slightly. “Perfectionism isn’t necessarily a bad thing in this industry.”
The interview continued, each question making me more anxious. My mind kept drifting back to our one-night stand and the fact that my dad had forced me to work here, and this was the last thing I wanted. I could barely concentrate on what James was saying, too worried he might bring up that night.
“Olivia, are you all right?” James asked.
I snapped back to attention, realizing I had been staring at my feet. “Yes, sir. Sorry, just a bit nervous.” And thinking about the fact that I mastvrbated to you with a toothbrush.
He nodded, his gaze softening. “There’s no need to be nervous. This is just a conversation to get to know you better.”
I nodded, but my anxiety didn’t ease. Know me better? Oh, sir, we are way past that. As if you did not ram my pvssy senseless.
James leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “One last question. Why do you think your father wanted you to work here?”
My heart skipped a beat. Of course, he would bring up my dad. “He believes Sinclair Industries is the best place for me to grow and develop my career,” I replied, choosing my words carefully.
James smiled, the shallow dent in his cheek appearing. “I see. Well, Olivia, I believe we can provide you with a valuable experience here.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “Thank you, James.”
“Welcome to Sinclair Industries,” he said, standing up and extending his hand.
I shook his hand, trying to hide my relief. “Is that it, sir? I mean, James?”
James’s blue eyes held mine, their intensity making my knees feel weak. There was an undercurrent of something in his gaze, a predatory glint that sent a shiver down my spine. I forced myself to meet his stare, trying to appear calm and collected.
"Why? Is there something else you would like to talk about, Olivia?" His voice was low, a purr-like quality to it that made my skin crawl. There was a hint of naughtiness in his voice, a playful challenge in his tone. Is he flirting with me?
My heart pounded in my ears. I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to say. But I couldn't, not yet. Not when he was looking at me like that. So, I fumbled for a different question, anything to distract him.
"What exactly is my position here in this company?" I asked, my voice coming out higher pitched than I intended.
James raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "Didn't Jenna tell you?"
I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Jenna had only said I should come see you."
"Very well," he said, his voice returning to its normal, businesslike tone. "You'll be working as my executive secretary."
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. My stomach churned with a mix of dread and disbelief. I had been hoping for a regular office job, something to help me get by while I figured out my next steps. But this? Being his executive secretary? It was a million times worse than I could have imagined.
I would be spending countless hours with him, alone, at his beck and call. The thought made my head spin. Fvcking hell!
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