AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But those days were over. It wasn’t that I couldn’t still pull a tight piece of ass if I wanted, I just didn’t want to. A couple of months ago I had turned thirty-one and I had realized that my life was passing by. While I’d had my head buried between a pair of luscious legs, I had gotten older and older, and I had nothing to show for it.
I had the company of course. And I had a fuckload of money. But that didn’t mean anything anymore. Not when I had no one to share it with.
Damned if I was ever going to admit to Shane that I was over one-night stands. He would point and laugh and send me for a checkup with a shrink to make sure I was still all right. Shane loved the single life. He wouldn’t understand that I couldn’t live like that anymore.
“You know fucking them is against company policy,” I said. “Besides, if I did that and word hit the streets? You know what a media nightmare that would cause. I have my finger in too many pies for it all to go up in flames now.”
“Which is why I always say it’s better to have your finger in too many pussies.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you ever think of anything else?”
“Like what?” Shane asked, and he looked genuinely confused.
I sighed and shook my head. “Let me get back in there. Three down, twenty-five to go.”
“Good luck.”
I approached the interview room and nodded at Susan. I picked up the résumé and walked into the room, closing the door behind me.
The first thing I noticed was that this woman was dressed sensibly, wearing pants and a blouse instead of a short skirt. Her light-brown hair, which matched her flawless, milk chocolate skin, hung down her back in a braid, and she looked professional.
“Take a seat, Miss Hudson,” I said, walking around the table and sitting down in my own seat. She sat upright and her face, as she looked at me, was open and unassuming. And she was beautiful. Her green eyes were bright and piercing, and she wore very little makeup. Her beauty was all natural. My stomach twisted, and I wondered what I was feeling. I had never felt like this around a woman before. If this hadn’t been a job interview, I would have wanted to explore it, but this was all business.
“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?” I said to buy myself a bit of time to flip through her résumé. I hadn’t been the one to narrow down the search for an executive assistant. After the first three women, I wished I had been part of the process. But Erica Hudson’s résumé was promising. Not only was she qualified for the job—which was more than any of the other women had to their names—but she had experience as an EA.
“I am loyal and committed to the company I work for, and I value both professional and personal excellence,” Erica said, concluding the basic information she had shared with me.
“Why did you apply for an internship when you have so much experience?” I asked.
“Because I understand the need to explore a working relationship before committing to it. In a company as big as Loomis Industries, with as many responsibilities as I can imagine you have to juggle, I am willing to take the time to prove myself.”
It was quite possibly the most intelligent thing I had heard all day.
“You will be earning a lot less than you did before,” I pointed out. Many qualified people didn’t go for internships because they could earn more elsewhere.
Erica nodded. “I believe in proving my worth.”
Holy shit, where did this woman come from? Everything about her was perfect. In just a few minutes she had proven to be ten times better than the other three women I had interviewed.
“Miss Hudson, I don’t usually go about an interview like this, but I believe I’ve heard everything I need to know. When can you start?”
She blinked at me, a little startled. “Tomorrow.”
“Perfect. Be at the office at seven thirty so we can take care of the necessary paperwork.”
Erica stood and held out her hand to me. I took it. Her skin was so soft, her nails sensibly short, and her shake was firm and graceful all at the same time. When she turned and left the room, I put my hands on my hips and shook my head. It was almost too good to be true. If someone was fucking with me, it wasn’t funny.
