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~[CHAPTER TWO]~

"Let me please you"

Those words had his eyes staring blankly at my figure, gaze peering at my awaiting form.

The silence that had broken between us was enough to mock the power of the air conditioner stood at a corner of the room. The sweat had come gathering around my palms, body agitating, yet I managed to keep my eyes lingering in the ones of the young man away.

"If your Résumé never works, then your charms must!" I just could hear the voice of Tara bellowing into my head, telling me to snatch this position no matter what it took.

"Please me in what way?"

That calm voice emitted out of nowhere had managed to snap my attention at once.

"Ways you can't possibly imagine"

Fuck! That wasn't as convincing as it should have been. It seemed utterly soulless, if anything.

"Ways that would have you rejecting the rest of those applicants sat out there, and perhaps put an end to the day's work" I followed in a soft voice.

"Miss Parker if you must know—

"Mr. Holden, give me just one chance to please you" I was sure to cut in.

Voice low, eyes held in his, I took in all that came with such majesty of a being relaxed back in that chair.

There was something about that one. Something which demanded every of my focus. Perhaps, it could be how his scrutiny kept to my form, beholding every of my movement.

I was his own study—His subject to dissect. And as for him, believe me I would make him unfold.

"I come across a lot of ladies in my daily life, Miss Parker" His voice was low, chin rested on his hands, eyes lingering on me.

"Yet, have you come across one who would plant a kiss on your lips, and have you ruined in a minute"

I heard that low chuckle leave his lips, gaze still held strongly on my form.

"What was your major in College, Miss Parker?"

"Communications and Marketing, advanced, Marketing communications"

"Institution?"

"Columbia"

"Interests?"

"Sailing"

"Age?"

"It's on my résumé, Mr. Holden"

"Indeed, it is. But, I didn't think it right to go through the documents anymore, not after you lied"

A low breath poured out my lips at his utterance, mind already catching on to what he meant.

He was a smart one. Even smarter than they said.

"I'm Twenty Eight, Mr. Holden"

"Hmm"

"Our Marketing department has always had younger people in it. People who are just fresh out of college"

"Perhaps, that's the reason it's failing" The words poured out my lips without warning

I heard that scoff escape his lips, eyes holding onto my form.

He was breaking every little patience I had left, and he managed to do it so well. He just was intent to having me give in. Give in to the pressure, fumble, and have that secretary out there, come lead me away, but my gaze intent in his, only kept me holding on. If it was a game he was down for, then I was one to play so well.

"How might you please me, Miss Parker?"

"How would you want me, Mr. Holden?"

I should stop. It was only a tease I had mindlessly put up, hoping to get a longer moment with him, listening to whatever I had to say, but apparently, he was a persistent young man, one who would get to the end of every matter started.

"I'm only scared we don't speak of the same thing here" He followed.

"Oh, I very much follow, Mr Holden"

"Here's the thing Miss Parker" He began, figure tearing off the chair, approaching my form.

I fretted at his incoming profile, eyes averted away, not daring to meet that striking gaze of his.

Even in the calming space, I could feel the burn that rushed to my chest.

He had soon pulled up beside my form, eyes peering on at my warded off profile.

"I'd like to see how so well you think can please me" He called.

"If you manage to have me forget how troublesome the morning has been, then I assure you, the position is all yours"

Eyes had snapped up to him at once, gaze beholding the sincerity in those grey eyes.

"Also—He paused for a long minute, figure inching closer....If you manage to have me pleased...He drew even nearer, breath so close, it fanned against my neck—"Then you, Miss Janet Parker, will be the company's new marketer to be employed"

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"Then you, Miss Janet Parker, will be the company's new marketer to be employed"

Those words struck me so hard, I found my eyes widened at his utterance, mouth gaping without warning.

"Excuse me?" The words left my lips at once, ears not believing what had broken out.

"Do you need me to fetch a translator, Miss Parker?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you majored in communications" He called at once.

"I don't see any reason why it should be hard getting my message. You stated yourself that you could please me" His voice was low.

"I'd like to see how well you can"

And with that, he had turned away, figure pulling to that chair with body sinking into it slowly.

"The interview lasts only ten minutes, Miss Parker" His voice did enough snapping me out my trance.

"If you consider getting this job, then you should get yourself moving" He added.

At those words, my feet had pushed forward, steps slow, eyes never leaving his.

Those eyes.

Dammit!

Those eyes held some form of amusement, watching as I drew closer. My heart had embarked on a race of its own, mind wondering whatever antics I thought was wise putting up.

What would Tara think? Oh, she would burst into a fit of laughter the minute I am to narrate my ordeal to her. For that’s exactly what I had turned into—A clown.

For some reason, I waited for him to tell me it was only a prank, and was just a means of having me shaken.

But, those words never poured out his lips. And I tell you, I sure was shaken.

That gaze only watched—Watching as I pulled myself to the table before him.

I could feel all of me scream for hydration. Throat already turned dry at that lingering gaze of the fellow, and with chest racing, I set my legs apart, left with a sight all for him to behold.

I caught the rush of delight fill those eyes of the gentleman, body relaxed back in that chair, with face bearing neither a smile nor a frown.

Slowly and cautiously, my fingers tugged at the buttons of the white shirt Tara had been so kind to cop from Macy's. And at a snap, that red brassiere gifted to me by mother was what was left peering at the face of the young man before me.

His eyes held on so well, gaze skimming my cleavage, all the way to my parted legs in front of him.

And just then did that figure begin advancing. I watched him pull forward, eyes all the while keen on my form, and at the tug of his hands on my sheer stockings, pushing against my thighs, I found that breath which had so gotten hitched in my throat soon emitted.

Hands still clutching tightly onto my thighs, the sound of his breaths was all that filled my ears.

"You're not doing enough to please me, Miss Parker" His voice poured against the skin of my ears, fingers trailing around my arms.

At every of his touch, I was sure to get the shudders, body left flinching, not out of fear, believe me, it was of how calm this man in front of me appeared to be, despite the situation the day had been so kind to toss our way.

"If one speaks of pleasure, they must be informed of how much weight it is" He followed.

My eyes only stared back into his, watching the glee which filled that gaze of his.

He was enjoying every bit of this—Every bit of seeing me regret, and at that, I pulled myself closer to him, taking off the jacket worn on his body.

That white shirt clung onto his chest so well, his arms bulked underneath the fabric.

"You should know it's dangerous to start what one can't finish" His voice was low, breaths fanning against my neck.

At every utterance he gave, he would push his hands further up my thighs, sending the heat all through my body.

"Even more dangerous when you're confined to a space" His hands clutched at the sheer fabric underneath my skirt, tugging at it in a go. I heard the rip follow, with the stockings pulling apart, my uncovered skin was all that was left in sight.

And at once, he came at me.

Hands grabbing ahold of my hips, his fingers trailed softly all over my skin.

Whole of me left agitated, I could feel my breaths turn heavier, fingers clutching at the table.

He found his way to that space between my thighs, a grin tugging at his lips while he watched my eyes plead for him to go on.

And at his touch, he was sure to catch the gasp which followed out of my lips—That call of pleasure the instant his index had slipped in between my thighs, soon broke out into the room.

I tried so much suppressing my voice, chest heaving while he filled his mouth with my bosoms.

Hands gentle, touch soft on me, his lips fondled with my partly-covered breasts.

"Mr Holden" My voice poured cracked, tone wavering.

And all the while I remained in his grip, I could feel the warmth his fingers brought about. Those tingles which he sent to me. Such sensation that was bound to have me ending the day in regrets.

We should stop. Ten minutes had gone past, yet my hands clung onto his tightly, body drawn to his form.

"Mr Holden?"

That muffled voice came right outside the room, followed with a couple taps on the door.

But believe me, that never for once got Mr. Holden to a stop.

His hands remained held around me, body against mine, and at each second his fingers came sliding in and out my vulva, I was sure to catch the judders.

Those damning lips he bore, remained sending every tease to my skin, trailing from my neck, all the way to my bosoms, and with his hands wandering down on me, sending the ease to the throb of my ‘lady’ down there, I knew I was only a second from giving in.

At this point, I cared not having my voice controlled. It poured out without warning, while all of me was left jolting at every of his touch.

Perhaps, I was wrong, after all. For it would be this Mister, to have me unfold, rather than I, him.

"Mr Holden" There came the intrusive voice yet again, with multiple knocks following.

And in that moment his lips slammed against my bosoms, my head fell back in response, my clutch onto the table, even firmer.

I should pull away, yet, I yearned for him to go on. We must stop, still, neither of us made a move.

There our forms were, hands grasping onto each other's, with my call of pleasure filling the space of the room.

I felt my body giving in, chest rushing with warmth, and in a second, he had pulled back, leaving me gasping at his hands which still lingered in between my thighs. I watched him move away from me, hands reaching for the glass of wine sat on the desk before him.

He downed the lot in a second, gaze snapping to my form, while I was left fastening my brassiere.

My fingers were left fiddling with the last button of my shirt, hands soon reaching to tug my skirt down.

I felt my legs already weary in these heels, body getting a hold of it while I stepped aside, the same minute a figure had barged into the office.

A lady.

Adalynn, so she had introduced earlier.

In her hands was a file, a file of all the names of every applicant. My name somewhere probably down there, written in black ink, with a box in front, waiting to be ticked or cancelled.

Whichever it was, I would only get through. The eyes of Adalynn accessed the area, gaze shifting from the form of Mr. Holden to the quaked one of mine.

"Mr Holden" She had called in a breath, eyes staring back at the young man who only peered back at her with a blank face.

"Forgive me, Sir" She called at once. "I feared something might have happened"

"Dismiss the people waiting outside and let it be known that Miss Parker here now has the job"

Those words got my jaw dropping, eyes widened at his departing form.

"Sir?" That same lady who had ushered me into this building the very first minute I set foot here, appeared dumbfounded at his pronouncement.

"And let it be the last time you or any other person barges into my office like that" He called right before stepping out the room, leaving the gazes of Adalynn and I shifting between each other.

I know I had fought to get this, hoped to get a new job even, but after what happened right here, I only prayed he would turn me away, rejecting me as an employee.

But perhaps, Tara was right, if your résumé never works, your charms should.

And that sure got me being the employee to Mr. Holden. A man whom I had shamelessly brought myself before, having a make out session with him in his office, and now I was left with nothing, but to behold that face every single day.