The buzzing of my cell phone on my night stand was a most unwelcome noise. I had no idea what time it was. I’d made it back to my house sometime around three in the morning after spending the better part of my evening with a television executive named Nicole. She was a pretty blond with a radiant smile and a good sense of humor. She was also married. She was good for a night of fun but that was all we’d ever have. That was just fine with me. I wasn’t looking to take her husband’s place anyway, nor was she looking to trade him in. She explained it as she was just a bit restless. I knew the feeling all too well.
My assistant Pam’s name flashed on the offending piece of technology and I strongly considered lobbing it across the room. Then I remembered the last time I’d ignored Pam’s calls for too long. She’d let herself into my house and literally dumped a pan of ice water over my head. I would have fired her for it if it weren’t for the fact that good help was next to impossible to find and Pam was the best at what she did. I grumbled at her for days afterward but she had succeeded in getting me out of bed. I didn’t want a repeat.
“What?” I grunted into my phone.
“You have an interview in ninety minutes. I suggest you get up and get your ass in gear before I have to make a trip up the hill.” Pam threatened.
“I’m awake, Pam.”
“Oh?” Pam sounded amused. She always knew when I was full of shit. “Don’t lie to me, Northman. Get your ass out of bed. Be here on time for once.” Click.
Seriously, why do I put up with her? I dropped the phone on the bed beside me and closed my eyes. I tried to remember who I was supposed to be meeting that morning but my head was pounding. I wished I’d actually insisted on a rule where head shots had to accompany resumes from now. The last three women Pam had called in to interview for the open position were not only fugly, but stupid as sin. I let that fade as I remembered the night before. Well, what I could of it. Nicole and I had gotten a little too chummy with Mr. Cuervo. Although I will say her neck did taste quite delicious when it was covered in lime juice. I was just about to drift off again when my mattress started to vibrate. Fucking Pam.
“I’m up.” I nearly roared into my phone before ending the call and turning the damn thing off.
I slowly sat up and looked at the clock. Somehow a half an hour had gone by from the time Pam had called last. I rubbed my eyes and dragged my ass out of bed. I felt like shit. I made a mental note not to do body shots on weeknights anymore, knowing full well I’d abandon that rule the next time I found a willing woman. I started the water for a shower and brushed my teeth while I waited for it to warm up.
I avoided the fact that I would be turning thirty shortly. While it was true I was probably too old to be living the sort of lifestyle I was, I figured I owed it to myself to have a little fun. I worked my ass off for everything I had. When I got bored with model and feeling like an empty shell, I decided to do something with all of the knowledge I’d gained while being in front of the camera. I started my business because I liked the idea of being able to help shape the industry that had made me famous. I considered it my way of ‘paying it forward,’ and I enjoyed every second of it.
The scores of beautiful women didn’t hurt, either.
I rushed through my shower, shaved and dressed myself in a sleek, black Armani suit. The suit had been designed for me personally and it fit me perfectly. After making myself a protein shake, I grabbed the case containing my laptop and headed out the door. Traffic was the same bitch it usually was and by the time I got to the underground parking lot of the office building that housed my business, I was a half hour late for my appointment. No matter how hard I tried to be on time, I was usually behind. I blamed my current tardiness on the deadly blond with amazing oral skills.
Pam was waiting for me with rolling eyes and a tapping foot encased in one of her designer shoes. If Pam were just a few inches taller, she would have made a great couture model herself. She glared at me and held out a cup of coffee doctored just right.
“And you wonder why people call you the Vampire?” Pam shook her head.
“Fuck off, Pamela.” To outsiders it would seem like we hated each other. Sometimes we did. Mostly, we just didn’t feel the need to coddle one another’s feelings.
“Your interview is waiting in the conference room.”
“What’s she like?” I wanted to have an idea of what to expect when I walked into the room.
I’d had more than one experience with a gushing fangirl in the past. If it weren’t for the fact that I would have to work with this person up close and personal on a regular basis, I wouldn’t even bother interviewing them. Unfortunately for me, Pam liked to screw with me so there were no guarantees as to what I’d be walking into, if the last three candidates were any indication.
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy her.” Pam gave me one of her smiles where I half expected to see fangs drop out of her jaw.
“Excellent.” I rolled my eyes, not sure whether Pam was being genuine or yanking my chain. “Hold my calls.” I said over my shoulder as I walked toward my office with Pam snickering behind me.
Pam was going to be hard to replace. The decision to have her run the Genesis East office was an easy one for me. I’d met her when she was still working for Lorena Krasiki, my biggest competition in the market. I immediately recognized Pam’s potential and for the last five years she’d been shadowing me. She’d been drowning slowly under Lorena’s leadership and the move to working for me had seen her flourish. I didn’t have to worry about a damn thing if I had Pam around. Finding another diamond in the rough was going to be difficult.
I stopped in my office to check my voice mail and put my laptop away. After deciding I’d kept the candidate in the conference room waiting for me long enough, I headed in that direction. I caught the scent of honeysuckle and stopped to breathe it in. It was so sweet and fresh and I followed my nose to see where it was coming from. I stepped into the small storage room behind the conference room that offered a two way mirror so I could see who was waiting for me.
I groaned internally at what I saw. Sitting at the conference table was a chesty blond with bright blue eyes. Her long hair was swept back into a ponytail. She was tan and drumming her fingers on the tabletop. She gave off the aura of being annoyed and nervous at the same time. Her body bounced slightly and a look under the table told me her legs were crossed, one of them bouncing anxiously. On her feet were a pair of red heels that had my pants tightening in no time. I looked again at her hands and breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t see acrylic nails on them. I hated those things.
She shifted in her chair, her crisp button down shirt moving with her body, treating me to a shot of fantastic cleavage. I closed my eyes and prayed she would be a bimbo who wouldn’t have the slightest clue as to what I was talking about. If I couldn’t hire her, I could at least fuck her. I would enjoy that very much. I took a few deep breaths to will away the erection that had started to strain against my pants before walking into the room.
I left the storage closet and stepped into the conference room, nervously adjusting my tie. I closed the door to the conference room and then headed for the table. Blondie looked up when she heard the click of the door closing behind me, and offered me a nervous smile. A manila folder was left at the head of the table. She stood to greet me and all of my work to will away my arousal was lost.
She was wearing pinstripes. Fuck me. I couldn’t tell you where that particular kink came from, but for as long as I could remember, a woman in pinstripes got me like no other. She extended her hand to introduce herself and the second my hand touched hers, I was a fucking goner. Her voice was soft and sweet and the southern twang to it went right to my cock. Yep, I was fucked.
“About time you showed up.” Blondie snapped at me, looking me right in the eyes. She flinched for a second, but then remembered herself and held her ground. She had guts. I liked her more for it.
“Eric Northman.” Then I did something I rarely ever do- I apologized. “Sorry I’m late. It’s nice to meet you.” I almost raised her hand to kiss it. Thankfully, I stopped myself when I remembered she was a perspective employee and not a woman I was meeting in a bar. Pam would have shit herself if she’d heard me apologize.
Her tone softened before she said, “Thank you for meeting with me. I really didn’t expect to get a call back.” She blushed just a little at her admission.
I wondered what else made her blush. “My assistant has good taste.” I eyed her appreciatively and her blush only deepened. Oh, she was going to be lots of fun. “So, Miss…” I trailed off and looked down at the folder Pam had left for me.
“Stackhouse.” Sookie gave me a strange look.
Right, she’d said her name when she introduced herself. If I hadn’t been thinking about bending her over and fucking her on the table I would have heard her name. I pulled my chair as close to the table as I could, hoping I wouldn’t need to get up again anytime soon because there was a very noticeable tent in my pants and it wasn’t camping season.
“What made you apply to be my assistant?” I asked her. I was shitastic when it came to interviewing people.
She looked a bit nervous, nibbling her lower lip before the strangest, yet most honest answer I’d ever heard, came tumbling from her pouty pink lips. “Well my friend emailed me a link to your website. She said she overhead one of your clients talking about the position at the boutique she works at. I looked at the posting, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I was really qualified for it. But then I was doing some research on your company and I figured I’d give it a chance. I’m looking for something new and challenging and this certainly fits the bill. Not to mention you’re hot.” She covered her mouth at that last part.
If those words had come from anyone else I would have declared the interview over and whisked her off to a hotel to show her just how hot I was. Instead, I found her innocence charming and even flattering. I laughed quietly while she looked like she wanted to melt into a puddle.
But rather than dwelling on her unfortunate case of verbal spazzing, I decided to go another route. “So what qualifications do you meet?”
I wasn’t really a stickler for the things listed in the posting. I was more concerned with whether or not we’d get along with one another. We’d be working long hours together and I wanted her to be comfortable with me. The fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to feel those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my cock also played a factor in my decision. I wasn’t above an office romance. In fact, that would be an interesting turn of events. I’d certainly never fucked around with Pam, though it wasn’t for lack of trying. I simply lacked the desired equipment.
“Well, I do have a bachelor’s degree from the University of Louisiana at Shreveport. I graduated two years ago but wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with my life. I’ve been waitressing since then, so I’m good with people and I’m used to multi-tasking and problem solving. I’m pretty good with computers, although my skills in Excel could use a little bit of work. I’m organized and I pay attention to detail. When I set my mind to something I don’t give up. My Gran would say I’m as stubborn as the day is long.” She was running off at the mouth for a few more minutes before she finally seemed to sense she’d said enough.
I got lost in a fantasy that involved the two of us working late and somehow fucking on the counter in the break room. She waved her hand in front of my face before I snapped out of it. How was I going to concentrate with her around? At the same time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head.
“How long have you been in LA?” Not quite an interview question, Northman.
“I just moved here a month ago.” She said with a smile.
“Are you enjoying it so far?”
“So far, yes. I love being so close to the ocean. It’s very calming.”
“You seem to be enjoying the sun, at least.”
“Tanning is my vice.” She nodded her agreement. “I don’t drink, smoke or do drugs. I figure everyone’s got to have some sort of sinful pleasure.” Her choice of words had her blushing again.
I started thinking of a few sinful pleasures I would love to experience with her and I berated myself for being such an ass, even if she didn’t know it. The fact that she was running her tongue around in her mouth wasn’t helping one bit. Nor did it help when she sat forward in her seat, offering me another shot of her cleavage. I took a few deep breaths but they did nothing. Totally fucked.
I asked her a few questions about her previous job experiences. There wasn’t much on the list for her to discuss but I mostly wanted to hear her voice. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t seem to be putting on some sort of an act. She spoke seamlessly, which was surprising considering the way her leg kept jiggling under the table. Keeping my eyes off her breasts was damn near impossible, and if it wasn’t for her sweet demeanor, I might have thought she was tempting me on purpose.
I looked down at her file for a few seconds to keep from gawking at her shamelessly. When I looked up I was rewarded with yet another blush when I caught her gawking at me. I cleared my throat in attempts to clear the tension from the room but all that did was make her blush a little harder. I had to get away from her, and fast, before I totally fucked up the whole thing. I reached into my pocket and sent Pam a text message, telling her to give Sookie a tour of the office.
Pam appeared as if it were natural for her to just pop in at that point and whisk Sookie away. Sookie stood and walked toward me, her hand extended a second time. I was afraid to touch her, even though it was exactly what I wanted. When I finally offered my hand to her, she grasped it firmly, the same chill running through me as it had before. The look in her eyes told me she felt it, too.
“It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Northman. Have a pleasant afternoon.” She said as she shook my hand.
“Likewise, Miss Stackhouse.” I gave her my best smile and I swear she moaned quietly. Apparently, she was just as fucked as I was.
I watched her wiggle out of the room in the windows that lined the conference room. I waited until I heard her and Pam drift down the hall before bolting for my office. Once I was safely locked inside I went to my private bathroom and locked myself in. I braced myself against the wall, taking deep breaths in attempts to calm myself down. What the hell was happening to me?
I’d met some of the most beautiful women in the world and I hadn’t reacted to a single one of them the way I did to Sookie. A war had already started inside me. My head told me the smartest thing I could ever do is pretend I’d never met her and decline the urge to offer her the job. My cock- which seemed to be calling all the shots that day- told me it would never forgive me if I let her slip through my fingers. When thinking of the most bizarre things I possibly could to will away the erection that had become painful didn’t work, I took matters into my own hands.
I started the shower in the bathroom and stripped off my suit. I rarely showered in the office but I didn’t see any other way around it. I had too many graphic images in my head to contend with. I thought, for a moment, about calling one of the many blonds in my little black book but decided I didn’t want to taint Sookie that way. Where the fuck that came from, I had no idea. I stepped into the water and closed my eyes. Painting a scene was never easier.
In my head, Sookie hadn’t gone off with Pam. I had simply invited her to my office to continue our conversation in a more intimate space. She obliged me easily, telling me that the cold air in the conference room was making her nipples harder than they’d ever been in her life. She looked at me like someone about to devour their last meal when she said so. My cock twitched at her revelation and my hand extended to take hers.
She followed me from the conference room to my office. I sat down behind my desk and proceeded to ask her if she had any special skills. She gave me a smirk that could rival my own and sauntered behind my desk. She turned my chair to the side so we were face to face and dropped to her knees. She dragged her fingernails up and down my thighs a few times, her eyes grazing the tent in my pants. She licked her lips before sucking the bottom one into her mouth.
Before I could stop myself I lurched forward and kissed her hard. Her lips were every bit as sweet as I’d thought they’d be and tasted faintly of berries. I released her hair from the ponytail she’d bound it in as my tongue slid along side hers. She moaned in my mouth and let her hands drift to the fly of my pants. She unbuttoned, then unzipped them before reaching inside for what she wanted. Her hot little hand wrapped around me and started stroking. I groaned my appreciation and shifted so she could ease my pants down just enough.
From the way she was positioned between my thighs I could see down the front of her shirt. Her breasts were perfect. They were big and firm but didn’t look like they were store bought, a rarity in LA. I wanted to keep watching her but my head flopped back against my chair. My eyes popped open again when I felt her tongue on me. And then the warm cavern of her mouth surrounded me.
She released me long enough to say, “Watch me, lover.”
I growled and let my hands twist in her hair. She was perfect, sucking and teasing at the right times. Her small hand twisting on each upstroke when she couldn’t quite fit all of me in her mouth. She hummed a little and lightly dragged her teeth over my length and it proved to be my undoing. I gripped her hair harder and then I felt her swallow, taking me down her throat. I groaned loudly, suddenly not at all worried about who heard what was happening. When she felt me swelling just a little bit she started massaging my balls with her free hand, and that was it.
I came hard. Harder than I ever had before, and she swallowed every little bit of it. She was perfect.
When my eyes opened in the shower, my knees were a bit weak and I was slumped against the wall with relief. I sighed heavily, no closer to deciding what I was going to do about the fuckhot blond I had just interviewed, then got off to. Did I mention I was fucked?
I arrived at Genesis West fifteen minutes early. I’d been raised to believe it was always better to be a few minutes early than a few minutes late and I noticed that people appreciated punctuality. But since I was made to wait for about forty-five minutes, I got the impression that Eric Northman wasn’t one of those people. Or maybe I was just being tested. Maybe he was watching me from a security camera to see what I’d do with all of the free time I’d been given. I went over those interview questions Tara tossed at me while walking through Fred Segal’s the day before. When I was sure I had the answers to those down cold, I invented a few new ones I thought I might hear.
I’d like to think I’m a generally patient person, but Eric Northman was testing my limits. I heard heavy footsteps outside the door of the conference room and I hoped it was him finally gracing me with his presence. If this was the way he was all the time, I wasn’t sure I could work for him. Gorgeous or not, I wasn’t going to follow him around like a lost puppy waiting for him to toss me a bone. My legs crossed and my foot began to jiggle with my impatience. I wasn’t so nervous anymore as I was frustrated. Did Eric think this was all I had to do today?
Okay, so maybe it was, but he didn’t know that. For all he knew, I had taken time away from my current job to be here and he clearly didn’t care that he might be seriously messing up my plans. But I swallowed those thoughts because taking a tone with a prospective employer is probably the quickest way to make sure you don’t get hired. I folded my arms under my breasts and took a few deep breaths in attempts to get my spitfire temper under control.
I was drumming my fingers on the table when I heard the click of a door closing. My eyes shot up, searching for a face. Up, up, up they went until finally they found Eric Northman. In the flesh. My initial reaction? He was every bit as gorgeous as the pictures on the internet suggested. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but there he was, a living, breathing work of art. Damn. Before I could stop myself my body rocketed out of the chair I was sitting in, and my hand was thrust out to shake his.
“Hi, I’m Sookie Stackhouse.” I told him as our hands met. I felt a jolt run through me when I touched him and it went straight to my lady business. Yikes. Yahoo. Yum. I was angry at myself for letting my brain go there and to cover up my excitement I said, “It’s about time you showed up.” Yeah, I wanted to kick my own ass for that. What the hell was I thinking?
I tried not to pay any attention to the way he was looking at me but it was hard not to the way my face kept feeling like it was about to burst into flame. I cursed myself for probably the millionth time for being a blusher. I could see the amusement in his eyes and I started to wonder if maybe he was saying certain things just to see how red I could get. Jerk.
His first question was to ask me why I had applied to be his assistant. I prattled on and on for what seemed like hours before closing out my ridiculously long-winded answer by tell him he was hot. I had a brief moment where I thought for sure I was dreaming it all. I had to be. No way did I really just tell him that. Only I had. The smug grin that spread across his face was reason enough for me to melt into a puddle. I wanted to glare toward the heavens and shake my fist at God. Apparently my prayers weren’t going to be answered like I’d hoped they would. I hadn’t asked for too much, had I? I just didn’t want to make a fool of myself. Mission so not accomplished.
Eric asked me a few questions about my job history and what I’d studied in college. He asked what made me qualified for the position I was interviewing for and that was where I got a bit stuck. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I was qualified and I told him as much. I figured honesty had worked for me so far. If he hadn’t put the brakes on after my wildly inappropriate comment about him being hot, then I figured I might as well go for broke.
“Look, Eric, the truth is, I couldn’t tell you the difference between Fendi and Ferragamo. I’m a simple country girl living in the big city for the first time in my life. But I was raised to work for everything I want, so if you hire me, I’ll do whatever this job requires. I learn quick, I don’t scare easily and I don’t let anything get in my way.” I told him, watching his face closely for a reaction.
Eric’s face didn’t give much away, although I suppose he would have to be a master at controlling his face and expressions if he had been such a successful model. He asked a few more questions before Pam appeared to take me on a tour of the office. She really was an impressive woman. She was wearing heels just as high as mine and was dressed in what I assumed to be designer clothes, though I couldn’t tell you who the maker was. Her hair and makeup were flawless and there was a slight British lilt to her voice that was classy without sounding snobby.
“How long have you been working for Eric, if you don’t mind my asking?” I asked once we were walking down the hall.
Pam looked at me like she was debating over whether or not I was worthy of an answer. “Almost six years.” She didn’t offer anything else.
“Do you mind my asking why you’re leaving?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” She said pointedly, letting me know that she didn’t really want to discuss her life with me. “But Eric is opening a second office in New York and he has asked me to run it.”
“Congratulations.” I said cheerfully, which only seemed to further annoy Pam, who snorted at me in response. “Will you miss working for Eric?” I wondered if maybe they had something more than an employer/employee relationship going.
“I’ll still be working for Eric. I just won’t be under him anymore.” Pam leered at me.
That shut me up. I wasn’t sure what she meant by her choice of words but it was enough to get me to stop asking questions. The leer suggested they were, in fact, more than co-workers but it wasn’t really any of my business what sort of relationship they had. Pam walked me around the office before taking me back to the conference room.
“You should know something.” Pam paused, grabbing my arm before I could get too far away from her.
“Eric has interviewed more than a dozen candidates for this position since word got out. You are the first he’s asked to give a tour to.”
“Oh?” My heart fluttered a little. Did that mean he was going to offer me a job.
Speaking of Eric, where did he disappear to? He’d been sitting at the table when we’d left the room but he was gone when we got back. I figured he probably went to his office to get some work done.
“Yes. Eric and I are very much alike in that we are extremely selective in who we will let into our lives. I can tell you from my own personal experience that while working so closely with Eric can be tedious at times, it can also be a lot of fun. You’ll never have a dull moment, I can promise you that. If he offers you the job, you would be a fool to turn it down.” Pam’s tone was serious.
I nodded that I understood. “Thank you, Pam, for calling me.”
“If he offers the job you can thank me with one of the three C’s.”
“The three C’s?” I arched an eyebrow.
Pam sighed, rolled her eyes and said, “Chanel, Coach and Choo.”
“Right.” I knew Chanel. I’d heard of Coach. I had absolutely no idea what a Choo was but I had a feeling I was about to find out.
Pam shook her head at me before walking out, leaving me to wait for Eric. I walked to the windows at the far end of the room and looked down at the busy street below. The sound of Eric clearing his throat behind me brought me back to reality. I turned around, surprised to see his previously perfectly tousled hair tamed back and a bit wet. Odd. I much preferred the other style. His hair was about the same shade as my own and cut in such a style that it was made for sexy bedhead. I wasn’t so fond of this gelled back wet look he was sporting.
“So, Miss Stackhouse, what do you think?” Eric braced his large hands on the back of one of the chairs.
“I think if you were to offer me the job I would certainly have an exciting opportunity open to me.” I also think I’m going to have one hell of a time sticking to my no dating co-workers rule. “I like Pam.”
Now that surprised him. “You like Pam?”
“She’s sarcastic, but honest. I can deal with most people if they’re upfront about who they are. I don’t have much use for liars and fakes.”
“Glad to see we agree on something.” Eric smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Do you have any questions for me?”
Oh, I had questions alright but not a single one of them was appropriate for a job interview. Hell, most of them would sound like really bad pickup lines. I summoned up the brain power to ask something that was work related. In all honesty, I didn’t want to leave him just yet.
“If I did come to work for you, what sort of hours should I be expecting to work?”
Eric’s face lit up a bit. “Well, you would be paid salary since the hours would be somewhat unpredictable. There may be nights when I will require your presence at dinner meetings, or at public events-”
“Like a date?” I interjected before I could stop myself. What the fuck happened to my brain filter?
“An escort, yes.” Eric was working hard to hold back a smile. “I may also need your assistance on the weekends or later on in the evening. It’s really sort of an on-call position. Are you willing to travel?”
“As often as my schedule requires it. You should understand, Sookie, that this position will require us to spend a great deal of time together.” Eric stepped a bit closer to me. “Almost like we’re married. We will get to know each other… intimately.”
The way he said intimately made me shiver and I’m damn sure he noticed. Unlike me, Eric didn’t seem to have many qualms about saying precisely what was on his mind. Maybe I was reading him all wrong but I was pretty sure he was openly flirting with me. But why the hell would Eric Northman be interested in me? What could I possibly offer him?
“I like traveling. I haven’t done much of it but the idea of going off to different places is exciting to me. Not that I think it would be a vacation.”
“I’m a generous employer, Sookie. I pay people well and reward them for their dedication and service to me. I believe you get what you pay for.” Eric explained to me. Seemed like a good belief to have.
“That sounds pretty solid.” I nodded.
“Most people don’t leave once they start working for me. I place a great deal of value on loyalty, which is something rare in this town. And I don’t forget those who cross me up.” He warned, a serious look on his face.
I’d only known the man for a few minutes but already I was wondering who the hell would be stupid enough to try and cross him. Eric definitely wasn’t the Zoolander breed of male model, that was for sure. There was a brain in that head and he used it a great deal. His pretty face might have brought in the business, but it was his brain that kept it running.
It took me a minute to realize we were staring at one another. I cleared my throat but Eric was the first to speak. “Any other questions?”
I shook my head. “Not that I can think of.”
“Excellent.” He stood up straight and extended a hand to me.
I walked toward him, expecting to shake his hand, but instead he touched the small of my back to lead me out of the conference room. He walked with me to the front door of the office. Apparently he was getting a jump start on that intimacy he’d mentioned before. When we got to the front of the office a blond woman stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in with a hint of jealousy in her eyes to see Eric touching me.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Stackhouse. I hope to have good news for you soon.”
“Thank you again, Mr. Northman, for meeting with me. I’m sorry I snapped at you when you first walked in before.” I smiled at him, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the other blond woman staring at me like she was. Eric just nodded, but said nothing on the subject.
I dug into my purse for my keys. “Nicole, what are you doing here?” Eric asked behind me.
“I made us lunch reservations. I think we still have business to attend to.” There was something suggestive in her voice that made me think she had something very specific in mind.
A glance over my shoulder before walking out allowed me to see the very prominent ring on her left ring finger. She was married. She was married and involved with Eric? Is that the kind of person he was? That was disappointing. I shot a look at Eric to let him know what I thought if he was fooling around with a married woman, even if it wasn’t my place to judge. Before I could hear anymore of their conversation, I walked out.
All signs pointed to a job offer coming my way, but could I really handle working for someone like Eric? As I walked to my car, I realized the bigger question was, would I regret not working for someone like Eric.