So this chapter continues the interview. And shows a bit more of Kayla and Dylan's relationship.
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"Kayla Watson." He grasped her hand firmly, and she noticed how they seemed to fit nicely.
"Alec Prescott." He released her hand and stared into her eyes. She cleared her throat.
"It's a pleasure to be here for an interview." She said averting her eyes looking around the room at everything but him.
"The pleasure is all mine." He drawled softly. Her gaze snapped back towards him and a small smile tugged at her lips. He sighed for the millionth time that day but this time not from stress. He looked her over again and smiled.
The pleasure is definitely all mine.
He thought.
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"Sorry, I'm late." She sat down trying to muster up a bit of a professional attitude. She crossed her legs and tried to sit as straight as possible.
Think professional. Think professional.
She chanted to herself.
What I wouldn't give for a nap and some chocolate. And maybe a steak. Yeah I definitely want a steak and chocolate cake.
"No worries, believe me." He said after a belated pause not stopping his eyes perusal of her body.
Why does he keep staring?
She shifted in her seat uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She cast her eyes around the room to avoid his gaze. As she looked around, she almost shuddered.
This room is depressive even with all the lights on.
She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs and cast a glance at Alec. He unconsciously licked his lips and she felt her stomach clench in response.
He was staring. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't seem to look away. When she first shifted to cross her legs he could have sworn he saw a glimpse of black lace and he was gone after that. His mind taking him to what he liked to call an explosive journey. He coined the term in college when he realized erotic fantasy was a bit to light for what his mind was working on. When she uncrossed her legs his mind took off full speed.
He could see himself kneeling before her admiring her rich chocolate skin that was begging for his touch. He would start by pushing up her black skirt and kissing his way up her inner thigh. He would stop mere centimeters away from her heat. Close his eyes and breathe in the sweet scent of her arousal. She would shift in her seat slightly and bring her hands up to his head and bring him closer. He would kiss up and down on lace denying them what they both wanted.
He'd place a kill on the center of her heat only to find that he could taste her on the lace
. Alec drew in a raggedy breath and licked his lips as if he would find her taste on them. And then she did it again, re-crossing her legs.
"Would you like to see my portfolio?" she finally asked after what seemed like hours. Honestly it was more like 5 minutes, but his almost non-existent blinking stare unnerved her. She shifted uncomfortably again.
Do I really look that bad.
She scoffed softly looking at him.
I don't even think he knows I'm here anymore.
She tilted her head a bit and confirmed her suspicions, his eyes looked glazed over.
Yup, I might as well be the wall.
"Mr. Prescott?"
He wanted to pleasure her. Hear her moan his name as she rode his fingers, her hips pushing instinctively towards his lips.
"Mr. Prescott?" her soft voice coaxed him back to reality.
"Uh.. I'm sorry?" he shook his head as if to clear cobwebs. "What was that?"
Cute but not too bright. Shame!
"My portfolio." She explained. "For the interview." She cocked an eyebrow when it seemed he still wasn't listening. "You know I can come back because this obviously isn't a good time for you."
Shit maybe I should sound more like an ass. Who's not getting this job
. She sang sing-song like in her head.
Meeeeeeee.
"Not its fine." He cleared his throat. "I would love to see your work."
She uncrossed her legs again and bent to reach into her bag. He really wished she would stop doing that. He couldn't help but stare at her legs every time she shifted. Then again a part of him really wanted her to continue. The part of him that he was desperately wishing down so he could actually concentrate on the interview.
She pulled out a cd and two binders. As she walked over he was thankful for the distance between her and his desk, his heavy breathing probably would have scared her off. He took them as she handed them to him warily avoiding any further contact.
She must have caught me staring hard.
He smiled and did what he knew he was going to do after looking through her portfolio.
"You're hired." The look of shock on her face almost caused him to laugh. He struggled to keep his face stoic as he watched the emotions flit across her face.
There's confusion, there goes elation, quickly replaced by confusion, wariness, and there goes confusion again for the finish.
She couldn't breathe, did he just hire her.
He couldn't have, he doesn't even know what my work looks like.
She eyed him warily again and scrunched up her eyebrows.
"You haven't even looked at my work." He finally let out a chuckle.
"Has anyone ever told you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?"
She sighed and sat back down nodding.
"Yeah and I thought it was as stupid then as it is now." She mumbled and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." He smiled inwardly.
"Oh, I thought you said something."
"No that was just me… breathing?" He looked away and tried not to choke on his laugher. So this beauty was a bad liar, which probably meant she didn't do it often. A blessed break from the blue-blooded sycophants he dealt with everyday.
