Chapter 4. Stuck In The Elevator

~Jolene’s POV~

Oh fuck no! This is not happening. Is he for real?

This morning I received a courier which had my approved job application. Can you guess the company? No, it was not Onlyfans.

It was from E-Secure.

I am going to go to jail for sure, after I return this letter to its hardass owner and then burn him and his company to the ground.

I took a cab and headed to E-Secure’s office. My head was pounding with rage and all I could see was red in front of my eyes. I swear there's going to be a lot of blood tonight. 

I could barely see anything as I headed inside the elevator alone, clenching the job offer in my hand. But, instead of going up, the elevator stopped with a loud thud and all my organs began to freeze. 

Oh dear lord, please no! Not today. 

I am usually not scared of elevators but I lose my shit in the dark. My throat started to feel clogged as a scream tore through me.

And that's exactly how this elevator is. 

Dark. I can't even see my own hands.

The darkness reminds me of some shit I’d rather not remember.

It reminds me of him-

As my mind was starting to fill with dark thoughts, I felt a hand on the small of my back.

I am not alone.

My neck was sweaty and I gasped for air as a smooth male voice whispered in disdain, “Please tell me you are not scared of the elevator.”

“No, but I am scared of the dark. Do you have a mobile phone?” I asked the kind man, who was soothingly rubbing my back.

“No,” he grumbled in a low voice. I am pretty sure I would have found it sexy under better circumstances.

I felt my knees buckling or was it the elevator? 

I felt two huge hands pushing back till I was pressed against the elevator wall as he rested his hands on my hips, still rubbing soothingly.

When I felt myself growing warm to an absolute stranger's touch I let out a gasp.

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, getting groped by a stranger who specializes in calming hyperventing girls is what keeps me going,” I replied sarcastically, even though I should be grateful for him. At least I am not having an open eyed nightmare. 

“I am not groping you, woman!”

“The lies we tell ourselves,” I sighed, feeling slightly better now that I have talked to him. 

He let out a small chuckle, but then it was all silent as if he didn’t mean to do it.

I immediately felt sorry so I said, “I didn’t mean to accuse you, I am just super nervous and angry! But, I am glad you’re here, Mr. Sexy voice.”

“I think you are coming back to your senses,” he whispered in my ears, his voice almost seductive.

“After the manly job you've done of calming me down? Anyone would have,” I replied with a small laugh, earning a deeper rub in the back from him. I noticed he hasn’t stopped rubbing me yet. 

~Jasper’s POV~

Whoever this young thing is in my arms, she fits perfectly. Each of her curves compliment my hard body. 

Her voice is like a soft caress of a young woman and her body smells like she’s been bathing in lavender. And the way she complimented me on calming her down has my alpha male urges on the brink of exploding.

The way she laughed almost made my dick hard, which reminded me I haven’t been to my ‘special’ studio for a long time. Maybe I should pay a visit and get laid.

“Don’t stop talking please,” the little thing in my arms mewled. 

“What am I supposed to say?”

“What is your name?”

“J.C.”

“Well JC, you are my hero. It is unfortunate that i won’t be working here or maybe we could- you know-, nevermind” she blabbered nervously.

“You don’t work here?” I asked, my suspicion growing by the second as to who this girl could be.

“No, let’s just say my interview took a wrong turn,” she sighed deeply, sounding so fucking fragile and breakable.

She is her.

As I was about to tell her about her selection, the elevator started and the electricity returned lightning up the elevator. 

She made a gasping sound when my face registered in her eyes and she immediately got up and pushed me hard in the chest. 

“Look, I didn't know it was you either!”

“That is not why I pushed you, stronzo! Why the hell did you accept my job application?” she yelled. 

“Let’s go to my office to discuss, I don't want to create a scene!” I tried to reason, but she just looked at me as if she was disgusted as she said, “Like hell, I will!”

“If you don’t, I will put you over my shoulder and drag you there,” I warned and we both did a glaring contest after a few seconds I won and she exasperated in defeat, “Alright!”

I watched her cute butt as she strutted out of the elevator like a poised lady, not like a little girl who just pushed me immaturely. 

As we reached my office I asked, “Would you like to have some water?” to which she declined. 

“Tell me!’ she demanded and for some reason her tone didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to spank her perky little ass red to teach her a lesson but if she does decide to work here, I can’t mingle with her. 

~Jolene’s POV~

I walked into a larger than life office with my mind still in the haze because of the elevator mishap. 

His office was bigger than Harry’s and it was picturesque. A glass door with golden knocker, black and white interior and a red leather chair which looked so masculine and powerful behind his draw wood desk.

We walked in and he closed the door behind me. I realized our close proximity and the fact that we were alone in this room but I was so angry at him for thinking anything else.

With my childhood, my life choices and my OF job, deep down I always thought I was a dirty person. But, instead of indulging in guilt, I relinquished the fact that I was dirty. I made myself proud by being one of the top earners and yet this man made me feel like a cheap whore.

He didn’t even know of my OnlyFans exploration yet he hit the nail right on the head. 

“Look, I know I was wrong yesterday and for that I am sorry,” he apologized.

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, but the apology laying off of his lips felt nice. 

“I do want you to work with us, I overstepped my boundaries yesterday because of some personal shit. I can assure you it won't happen again,” he promised with a sincere look in his eyes.

I pride myself for not being young and dumb, but I want to believe him so bad. Does that make me dumb? Most probably, but I nodded in understanding as I said, “I apologize too, I shouldn't have pushed you like that. That is not me, and now I hate myself for it.”

“It's okay, I probably deserved it,” he laughed ever so slightly, “So will you work here?”

I nodded a shy yes before we were interrupted by his landline.

He picked up and his tone and demeanor changed completely as he barked an order, “Yes, ask Tim to get the car ready and drop me off at Souteneur.”

After one last glance he was gone and I was guided by his assistant in my own cubicle as Harry joined us shortly and explained to me the weekly workload.

Souteneur. 

Why does that sound so familiar?