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“Now, Ana, tell me,” Brando begins, leaning back and studying me with an intensity that makes my body hum. “Why do you believe you're the right candidate to work for me?”
Well, he just gets right down to business, doesn’t he?
I take a moment to answer, reminding myself that I'm here to impress and secure a job, not to succumb to the magnetic pull of this sexy-as-sin man.
“Well,” I begin, my voice steady, “aside from my impeccable coffee-making skills, I bring a unique perspective to the table. My experience as a small business owner has taught me the value of dedication and flexibility. I know what it takes to thrive in a competitive market, even if I didn't quite make it.”
I pause for effect and add, “Yet.”
He leans forward, his gaze unwavering.
“Fair enough. This could be a steppingstone for you, I’d understand. But is working for a large corporation the right place for you to gather your bearings and figure out your next steps? Will you be able to adjust and fit in?” His silky-smooth voice ripples over me like a satin sheet. My skin responds with goosebumps, and I rub my arms to chase them away.
But I meet his gaze head on, refusing to let his intimidating aura shake me. “While I may resent the wealth that big corporations represent, I also understand the need for balance. My entrepreneurial spirit and my ability to think outside the box will bring a fresh perspective to your organization. I promise you, I won't let my resentment cloud my professionalism. But I also won't lose my authenticity.”
By the time I finish, I’m picking imaginary lint off my pantsuit, hesitant to look at him directly for fear of another uncalled for physical reaction.
I look down at my hands. My fingers are twisted in a painful knot. I relax them and nervously smooth my jacket.
Get it together, Ana. You need this job.
Brando's eyebrows lift slightly, and a genuine smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the firecracker.”
I grin, relaxing into the conversation. “And you are quite the charmer. But let's not forget that charm alone won't get you a great assistant. You need someone who can match your drive and challenge you when needed. Lucky for you, I happen to be just that person.”
He leans back, his eyes never leaving mine. “Confidence and a sharp tongue. I must say, you're starting to grow on me quickly.”
I raise an eyebrow, my heart skipping a beat at his words. “Starting to? I'll have you know, I'm as charming as a triple-shot espresso on a Monday morning.”
He laughs, a deep, melodic sound that fills the room. “I'm intrigued. I believe we might just make an unstoppable team.”
His gaze captures mine, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken promises. It’s impossible to ignore the tingling erupting all over my body.
I raise an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and delight washing over me. “Does this mean I'm hired?”
Brando nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Indeed, you are. Consider yourself part of the Sanders International team.”
I grin. “I am looking forward to helping you keep your empire running like a well-oiled coffee machine.”
He chuckles, a warm sound that resonates deep within me. “I have no doubt about that, Ana. Now, can you start tomorrow?”
I feign consideration, placing a finger against my chin and looking at my phone briefly. “Hmm, let me check my busy schedule. Oh, look, it's completely free! Yes, I can definitely start tomorrow.”
Brando rises from his chair, extending his hand once again. “Perfect. I'll see you bright and early, then.”
I take his hand, a jolt of electricity shooting through me. “Bright and early it is. But don't think I won't hold you accountable for my daily dose of caffeine.”
He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, Ana, you underestimate my ability to source the finest coffee beans for my most valuable assistant.”
I laugh, unable to contain my excitement. “Well, as long as you keep my coffee supply flowing, I might just forgive you for being wealthy beyond belief.”
Brando leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. “Who said anything about forgiveness? I think you'll find that being on the inside has its perks.”
He’s looking at me as if he wants to set me ablaze, and I actually wonder if my underwear is going to spontaneously catch fire.
I shudder and meet his stare with a mix of challenge and curiosity. “Oh, really? I'm not so easily swayed by perks. I have high standards.”
He smirks, and the intensity is replaced by a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Good. I wouldn't have it any other way.”
