When Sparks Fly

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

Ever since I could remember, I have been on my own. I was told that my parents left me in a basket with a blanket on the doorstep of an old couple's home, far out into the city. Imagine my surprise when I shifted for the first time around the mere age of twelve.

You are probably wondering what I mean by "shifted" right? Well let me clear up that confusion.

My name is Isla (Pronounced isle- la) Kalashnikov and I am a werewolf. Due to the fact that I have human foster parents, I grew up having a normal life and not having much knowledge about the lives of werewolves. Shifting for the first time seemed like the equivalent of getting your period for the first time. I was faced with a lot of confusion, worry and pain. It was not fun at all. Worst part is that I am not intact with my inner wolf and due to that I do not shift often, nor am I able to communicate with her. Then there is the emotional aspect of it all. I am always full of so much rage - but to be honest I would not have it any other way.

Growing up without my kind, I always felt alone and different. This is not necessarily a story about a rogue wolf in a school full of werewolves. No. This is a story about an orphan trying to make it in a world that ate her up and spat her out. Do not get me wrong, my foster parents are the greatest people alive, and I would fight for them any day, but they do not know how to love me right as I am always filled with this feeling that something is missing. I do not hate them for that, they are innocent people, and I am not about to play victim because I am strong. I can find what I am missing and be whole for once in my life.

To be honest, sometimes I feel ungrateful for not feeling complete and loved by them, even after everything they have done for me. Like I should feel loved, and I should feel satisfied, but ever since I shifted, nothing has been the same. I am unsure if this feeling has anything to do with the fact that I am not in touch with my wolf, but the feeling is there regardless, and I am set on changing it.

Now enough of my babbling, it is Monday morning, and I am on my way to a job interview.

Exciting I know.

Thankfully my foster parents cared about me enough to force me to go to school when I was going through my delinquent phase and now, I am a university graduate, with a degree in business management and human resources. It does not sound all that fun, but I am being realistic about life. I did not have the riches and I do not have the resources to even choose fun over what I need right now, so I used the brain I was born with and decided to choose a path that can help me make the money I need to take care of myself.

I still live with my parents and that is okay with me as I just finished school and I am now working my way to the top.

My interview was at Petrov Inc- a corporation that was built from the ground, that provided oil and gas to multiple states across America, including international territories. It is a multibillion-dollar organization and is said to be the toughest place to get a job because the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of the company is a snobby prick.

Of course, I do not give in to rumours, but if it is the only word on the street about your potential future boss, best believe I am going to walk in there with nothing, but confidence layered with caution.

I sat in the taxi on my way to the interview which was approximately fifteen minutes away from where I lived. However, in the Los Angeles traffic it is going to take me about forty-five minutes to get there. I began to ponder on my life and the possibilities of getting this job. I would not say that I am particularly a quiet girl, but I have been known to only speak when spoken to and I do that well because I am not afraid to defend myself.

However, I really needed this job, and I felt like I should keep myself in check in order to not lose my temper or forget my place when I am in front of a superior. I was slightly nervous about the job as this is the very first interview I have gotten since I graduated a three months ago. I feel like my social skills are being put to the test now, which is scary to me because I have not spoken to anyone but my parents for the past few months as I had no reason to leave my house anymore.

I mostly applied for jobs online and mailed my resume out when it was requested as a hardcopy.

When I finally arrived at my destination, I hopped out of the taxi and took in the skyscraper before me. I took a deep breath to calm my raging nerves and gathered my thoughts. Well at least I tried.

The building seemed to go all the way up to the sky and that is saying something as I am not the shortest girl around and I am currently strutting my stuff in six-inch heels. I took a deep breath to let go of any unwanted nerve wrecking thoughts that raced through my mind, and I began to make my way into the build.

As I entered, I was met with nothing but stares and glares.

Why does it smell like wet dog in here?

Gross.

You would think in such a big establishment such as this, they would know to invest in air refreshers right? But I guess not.

I silently cleared my throat and made my way to the receptionist area. The woman behind the counter was busy typing away on her phone to even notice my presence as I awkwardly played with my fingers in nervousness because it was apparent that she was in her own world, and I did not want to interrupt.

Growing weary of her behaviour I cleared my throat.

"Good morning, my name is Isla Kalashnikov, and I am here for an interview." I said in the most polite tone I could muster.

The girl, still going at it on her phone, slowly looked up and widened her eyes as she finally took in my presence.

"Oh my- I mean, sure, the security guard will escort to Mr. Petrov's office." She said in what seemed to be a tone of disbelief.

How strange.

Mr. Petrov huh. I thought I would be meeting with human resources today as I figured that the chief executive officer (CEO) of the company would be too busy doing other things beside interviewing people for the position. I was not too nervous coming in here today because I know I got this in the bag. Unlike all of the other candidates that I saw while coming in here, I did not dress to have my assets do the work for me. I am dressed as a lady should. I know I am more than  qualified for the job.

Maybe I am lacking on the experience aspect of things, but I am a quick learner. Besides, I feel like I am the only one that came in here today with an actual resume instead of an overpriced victoria secret bra that is barely doing its job of holding my lady bits together. 

But I digress. Everyone must do what they can to make it in this life. Some with talent and brains; others with a pretty smile on their face and pearly white teeth. I do not judge. I am far from perfect and I respect everyone. I do not pay mind to other people because minding their business would not provide me with a cheque at the end of the day. 

How else am I supposed to progress in life, if my nose is in everyone else's business but my own. That is just wrong on so many levels. 

As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, everyone seemed to be paying mind to my presence more than they were doing their job. It is making me quite uneasy. It made me wonder if I had something stuck to my face or if I had a piece of toilet paper stuck to my heels or something.

While trying to be discreet, I looked down at my feet and sighed in relief. There was nothing there. Maybe they just thought that I was breath-takingly gorgeous.

I chuckled at the thought and began to follow the guard to the elevator.

Must I always be in my own head about these things? Maybe. I spent a majority of my life living in a sheltered home with just my parents. Even though I went to college, I barely socialized and I never made any friends. Now as an adult, even after I graduated from university, I do not think that I have ever once went out on a date.

Unless you count the one time my father took me out to dinner to show me how a man is supposed to treat me. They really have high expectations of me and expect me to have high expectations of the people I allow to enter my life. 

It is respectable I guess. 

As I entered the elevator, I could not help but feel even more uneasy. I just had this gut feeling that something was wrong or something bad was about to happen. I could just pan it off as my nerves wrecking my thoughts, but it was more than that.

For a split second I felt my mind open and clear, then I no longer felt like I was alone in my own body.

I can feel it.

A voice said in my head. Being startled by the instant invasion, I jumped, gaining a raised eyebrow from the guard next to me.

Oops.

Is that my wolf?

"What?" I thought.

I can feel it.

What can you feel?

I almost rolled my eyes in annoyance but that would be weird, and I needed to keep a low profile.

The voice said again.

Am I losing my mind? Hello???

The elevator doors opened, and the guard escorted me to a door where he gestured for me to continue onward without him while offering me a weak smile. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, took a deep breath, and twisted the knob on the door.

As I entered the office, I was suddenly engulfed by the sweetest, most delicious scent I have ever smelled in my life. I could not quite pinpoint what it smelt like, but it was something like honey, vanilla, and chocolate. Strange combination but I wanted a taste of whatever it was.

I closed the door behind me and cleared my throat as an attempt to gain the attention of the guy sitting behind the desk in front of me. He was engrossed in whatever he was doing on the computer, and I guess did not realize I walked in.

Mate! Mate! Mate!

My wolf was in hysterics, frantically shouting the word ‘mate’ in my head.

I have read a great deal about mates, and if she is right about this then that explains the strong attraction toward the man whose face I have not even seen yet.

I am right. I can sense his wolf. He wants me.

My wolf muttered.

What is it with everyone and not being aware of their surroundings?

Again, I almost rolled my eyes in annoyance.

How unprofessional of them.

“Take a seat.”

The guy said without even glimpsing at me.

I soothed my skirt as an attempt to calm my nerves and I walked toward the desk and took a seat in front of him.

As I got closer the scent from earlier grew even stronger and it became evident that it was coming from him.

He looked up and I instinctively licked my lips, biting it a little because he made me nervous.

My heart skipped a beat as his eyes flashed black for a split second and returned to normal. Had I not been a werewolf, I would have missed it.

That is when it hit me.

He is a werewolf. 

Fantastic. Maybe he can tell me more about it.

I grew excited, but the more he stared at me, the more I felt moisture and heat between my legs.

Now is NOT the time to get horny Isla.

I could not help it though; this man was gorgeous. His eyes were a deep green, that were perfectly complimented by his long eyelashes, his lips were full and pink and if you stared at them long enough you could see the smirk playing on them.

Realizing I have been staring at him for too long, longer than I expected, I snapped out of my trance and recollected myself.

“Are you finished checking me out Ms. Kalashnikov?” Mr. Petrov asked, looking at me in what seemed like annoyance mixed with amusement.

Checking him out? How arrogant of him? For all he knows I was staring at the imaginary crumbs on his rosy, plump lips. For all he knows I was just looking at his overly gelled hair that I would really love to rake my fingers through. Honestly, this man is a God. He could do things to me that I had never experienced before. I am pretty sure a hug from him would be just as enjoyable as...other things. 

 

Gosh, what is wrong with me. I have never felt this flustered before. It is quite embarrassing to be thinking of these things. I need to stop. It rude and perverted.

I blushed crimson red and I nodded.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to.” I discreetly played my fingers in nervousness beneath the table. My legs were crossed but began to feel rather uncomfortable.The skin that rested on skin began to feel clammy and I wanted to shift in my seat to calm my body and my nerves down but I did not want to seem improper or nervous. 

I must not show signs of weakness. While my hands laid flat on my leg, I tried to discreetly peel some of thighs off the other leg as they felt sweaty for some reason and was stuck together.

Ew...gross. Too much information right?

I uncrossed my legs in an attempt to be more comfortable in my seat. Unfortunately, my foot accidentally brushes against his leg, and he seemed to jump a little.

My eyes widened and my hands flew up to cover to my mouth in shock.

Great, now he thinks I am trying to seduce him. Way to go Isla. 

One minute ago I was criticizing the other candidates on how they were dressed for the interview as it seemed as though their main goal was to come in here and seduce the CEO for the job, yet, here I am doing the same thing.

Unintentionally of course. 

Why do I feel like I am about to get fired for sexual harassment before I am even hired?

“I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that –

I began to nervously ramble on, but he cut me off.

How rude but appreciated.

“What position are you applying for Ms. Kalashnikov?” He asked sternly.

Missionary. Preferably.

My wolf said, literally howling in my head.

That horn dog.

This interview is becoming increasingly difficult. Due to the horn dog that is my wolf, I now have floating images in my head of cliche secretary and boss role play scenes. It is so dirty and I am becoming flustered again.

I must stop this.

Focus Isla!

I cleared my throat once again.

“The secretarial position sir.” I said in a polite manner.

Gosh, my thoughts were running wild right now with all of the things I would like this man to do to me. I needed it to stop. This could be my future boss.

“Okay, let us go through your resume, shall we.”

I frantically reached into my handbag and pulled out the envelope that contained my resume. I handed it to him, trying my best to control my nerves as my hand was shaking uncontrollably.

As he reached his hand to take the envelope from me, our fingers brushed, and I felt nothing but pleasure and sparks course through my body.

I bit my lips to prevent the moan that threatened to escape, and I looked down to avoid eye contact.

What was that?

I instantly felt a tingling sensation between my legs, and I crossed them once again to prevent the onset of anything more.

I can feel his eyes on me, although I heard the flipping of pages and I squirmed uncomfortably. I heard him clear his throat, then I waited for the verdict.

“I have read through your resume, and you are not fit for this job. Maybe come back in a year or two when you have acquired more experience. Thank you for coming in today.” He said, as he handed me my resume back.

My eyes instantly welled with tears, and I tried my best to not let them escape my eyes. With my head down I mutter a thank you and got up to leave. 

Before I can walk away, he grabbed my wrist. I tried my best to ignore the sparks but, in this moment, it completely engulfed me.

I wonder if he feels it too.

“Wait.”