Page 7 of Undeniably His

Jane smiled at her and walked carefully back to reception. A woman stood next to the desk chatting with the receptionist, and she looked Jane up and down. A flicker of amusement crossed her face, and Jane blushed again. The woman also wore a Dawson suit, but it was from the latest line and fit her perfectly. The dark green complimented her tanned skin and blonde hair, and she was tall with lush curves. Jane crossed her arms over her small breasts and tried to stand slightly taller as the woman smiled at the receptionist.

“Will you please tell Mr. Dawson that meeting with him today was a pleasure, and I look forward to working with him?” She gave Jane another quick look before heading to the elevators.

“Follow me, please, Miss Smith.”

Jane followed the receptionist through the maze of hallways. At the end of one were two large double doors with an alcove in the wall just outside them. A medium-sized desk and two filing cabinets were tucked into the alcove. The receptionist knocked before opening one door. Jane took a deep breath and walked into the office. She jumped a little when the door closed behind her and cleared her throat. Her palms were sweating, and her knees were knocking together from fear.

Mr. Dawson stood up from behind his desk, and she walked toward him and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Dawson. I’m Jane Smith.”

“Good morning, Ms. Smith,” he said politely.

A shiver went down her spine when his large hand swallowed hers. She stared wide-eyed at him for a moment. She knew he was handsome from seeing him at the staff meetings, but this was the closest she’d ever been to him, and a weird weakness was stealing through her limbs. His dark hair was cut short, and he had clear blue eyes and tanned skin. Despite the earliness of the day, dark stubble covered his square jaw, and his broad shoulders perfectly filled out his suit jacket.

She realized she still held his hand and dropped it, wincing when he discreetly wiped his hand against his suit jacket. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, and she tried to remember to stand straight when his gaze swept down her body.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Dawson.”

“Please, have a seat,” he said.

She sank into the leather chair in front of his desk and made a loud squeal, and jerked wildly when one of the dress pins holding her skirt together punctured her right ass cheek.

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Luke frowned when the woman sat in the chair and squealed loudly. Her thin body jerked in her too-big suit, and her pale face turned even whiter. She stared at him with wide eyes, her lower lip trembling and her hands squeezing the arms of the chair.

“Ms. Smith? Are you okay?”

“Fine. I – I’m fine,” she gasped out. Sweat was beading up on her brow, and she chewed at her bottom lip as he studied her.

“Are you?”

“Yes.” She shifted in the chair, and a flicker of pain crossed her delicate features before she straightened her shoulders and sat perfectly still.

“Right,” he said. There was a file folder on his desk, and he opened it and produced her resume. He studied it for a moment before looking up at her. “You work in the finance department currently.”

“Yes, that’s right,” she said. “Kyla is my supervisor.”

“Why do you want to leave finance?” He asked.

“I feel I’m better suited to admin work,” she said.

“You don’t have admin experience on your resume,” he said. “Just waitressing. Did you graduate from college?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Graduate high school?” He asked, even though he could see it on her resume.

She flushed deeply before nodding. “Yes, of course. I planned on taking the administrative assistant program at one of the community colleges, but circumstances happened, and I needed to find a job rather quickly. I waitressed for a few years until I applied for the data entry job here at Dawson’s Clothing.”

“Why did you want to work for Dawson’s Clothing?” he asked.

“Well, I’d been looking for an office job, and I have an interest in fashion.”

“An interest in fashion,” he repeated. His eyes dropped to her suit jacket. It drooped on her thin frame, and the sleeves were so long they nearly covered her hands. He could see a flush rising from her chest, and she cleared her throat again.

“Yes, I follow a lot of fashion blogs, and I – I try to keep up-to-date with the current fashions.”

“Indeed,” he said. The woman wore a Dawson suit, but it was from a line they had discontinued, and the drab grey colour did nothing for her. Sweat started dripping down her temple, and she wiped it away as he continued to study her. She was much too thin, with dark shadows under her eyes. The way her collarbone jutted out, and the sharpness of her cheekbones indicated a possible eating disorder. Her hair was mousey-brown, but her eyes were a rich, dark brown, and she had incredibly long lashes. Her skin was pale but flawless, and she had nice, full lips. She was rather pretty, he mused inwardly, if you looked past the exhaustion etched across her face.

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