Step after step up the red-carpeted stairs towards floor three of the New Administration Building I nervously repeat all the important information I had learned when I researched this company.
Glancing at my Nokia one last time as I ponder why a man would pick 1:17 pm as the time for my interview. Assuming the worst that he must be a total jerk but nonetheless a jerk I need to get in good with if I want to reach my goals. He is the only expert in the Northern Hemisphere that can do what he has done for the last 7 years so successfully.
I knock on the door as I say one last prayer that my clock is fast and I am not indeed already 3 minutes late. From the far side of the office I heard the words come in drift to me granting me permission to enter after what seems like an eternity.
I gently and slowly push the door just far enough to slip quietly inside. Lost for a moment soaking up the stunning view of this luxurious office I almost didn't notice the man standing in the corner gazing out the window at all the cars buzzing by on the street below.
The shockingly amazing sexy voice shattered the silence when he inquired, "Nervous yet?" It became very obvious that he was very aware of the fact that he was extremely intimidating.
All I have read about the man and all I had ever heard meant nothing at this particular moment. My right foot slightly tapping back and forth between the red and white square tiles that covered the majority of his floor had probably given me away somewhat. But, standing here face to face with him I couldn't deny it, " Yes, as a matter of fact I am a bit nervous."
"Well come over here and have a seat behind my desk, take a look at Navision, and lets see what you really know."
An hour later as I reached down to pick up my purse I had placed under his desk I can feel his firm chest nearly pressed against my back bringing back my nervous feelings times ten.
If only he knew what feelings he was creating deep in the pit of my stomach, creeping slowly down between my thighs, and reaching that warm place that has remained hidden from anyone's touch for over two years now.
The want and desires overpowering my knowing it was wrong to think of this total stranger touching me I try to close my mind to those thoughts and the strong yearning my body has to be touched by him. And still the moisture and warmth build within me showing the need to be explored by a man's hands once more.
