Turn Me On With Your Moves.

Megan's point of view.

*SIN**

My brows furrowed in a tight frown as his eyes continued trailing every inch of my body, I'm wondering why he's accessing me like this without saying nothing.

It's been almost twenty minutes since I stepped into his office, and it's been a total silence right after I introduced myself and stated the reason I was here.

Will you say something, buddy? — I screamed mentally.

As though he read my mind, he cleared his throat to break the skin slicing silence surrounding us.

“You said you're Megan, right?” he finally asked.

“Yes, Megan Alessandro, sir” I answered.

He coughed awkwardly and frowned in displeasure, as though he's disgusted at the way I had addressed him.

“Call me Jonathan, please” he said, which I frowned at.

“Jonathan?”

He nodded.

Jonathan? Does all his employees call him that? Is that even appropriate?

“Sir or Mr. McCall makes me feel old, I'm still very young and active… If you know what I mean” then he chuckled lightly at the end of his words,