Marcus has his third and final interview.
A few minutes after Naomi left, the door opened and
the final candidate walked in.
My first impression was she was very different from
the other two in almost every way.
Bella and Naomi had dark hair, were curvy, and had an
innate sensuality about them that would have
immediately turned the heads of every straight male
within sight and inspired every filthy fantasy
imaginable. They'd both been relatively tall with fair
complexions - Naomi's much fairer than Bella's. Both of
them resembled more of a traditional beauty with
perfect makeup meant to do one thing-give me an
erection. They were also both In their thirties.
My newest Interviewee was short, standing 5'2" tall.
She had a warm, olive complexion that implied some
Middle Eastern or Indian heritage. Her facial features
were sharper than those of the other two, who
appeared softer. Her more conservative dress didn't
show off an abundance of cleavage or leg; it fit her
well enough that I could see a more slender figure than
the other two. Her hair was predominantly silver with a
captivating sheen of purple that ran throughout, and
she had bangs that she occasionally had to brush out of
her deep brown eyes. She wore dark purple lipstick
that perfectly complimented her skin tone. She had a
more exotic quality than the other two, and it was
difficult to compare this woman to the other two.
She slowly leaned back against the door, using her
body weight to shut it fully as she looked me up and
down, clearly sizing me up as I sat in my office chair.
And then she smiled.
She'd been stunning before, but her smile was fucking
transformative. Seeing her grinning at me.. it made me
feel like I had just eaten a warm, fresh-baked cookie
after coming in from the cold. It also made me feel like
I was about to get a lap dance. Overall, this woman
gave me the impression of a girl next door trying
something new to explore her 'wild' side. As much as I
enjoyed looking at her, I had a hard time believing that,
either in business or personal matters, she would
manage to compare to Naomi's professionalism or
Bella's charms.
"You missed a little." She said, pointing to the corner of
her mouth.
My heart skipped a beat, and I mirrored her, wiping at
the corner of my mouth where' she had indicated. A
crimson smudge on my finger told me that I had not
been as successful at wiping away the evidence of
Naomi's kiss as I thought. That lipstick was stubborn as
hell. As I wiped away the rest of it with the tissues I'd
found in my desk drawer, I couldn't help but wonder if
Naomi had marked me so thoroughly on purpose.
"Did I get it?" I asked, feeling a bit sheepish.
"Yes sirl" she said, approaching the desk and holding out
her hand. "Erin Malik."
I stood and clasped her hand in mine. Like the rest of
her, it felt dainty in my average-sized grip. "Good to
meet you, Erin. Marcus Upton."
"So, how have your interviews been so far?" Erin asked
as she took the seat in front of my desk. She set her
bag down on the floor beside her, letting her shoulder-
length, silvery hair fall in a way that showed me a
large expanse of the side of her neck and shoulder- It
looked perfect for tralling my lips across or sinking my
teeth into.
Her question was meant to throw me off, and Marcus
from twenty- four hours ago might have reacted like a
deer in headlights, but for once in my life, I played it
cool and simply replied. "Very well. My lawyer did a
good job finding me some highly qualified candidates.
I'd say you have quite a bit of competition."
"You got that right," she said, giving me another smile.
"Well, the economy is hard. Can't blame a girl for doing
what it takes to get a good job.
"That's true," said, starting to feel a little uncomfortable
with her Implication. "So what can you tell me about
yourself?"
"Hm. What's there to say that isn't already on the
resume? I
graduated at the top of my class with honors. I play the
piano. I'm fluent in six languages: English, Japanese,
Spanish, German, Mandarin, and Arabic. I have an
auditory eidetic memory, so I'm
better at conversations in those languages than I am
with the written word, but I can read them all. I'm five
feet, two inches, and weigh in at about ninety-six
pounds. No kids. No boyfriend or girlfriend. I'm bisexual,
and my measurements are thirty-two B, twenty-three,
thirty-two."
I stared at her as tried to process what she had just
said, deciding whether I was more impressed that she
spoke six languages or that she readily gave me her
measurements and told me she was bisexual.
She flashed me another radiant smile and sald, "Those
last bits aren't in the resume."
"Typically aren't," I said back. "Six languages. That's
impressive."
She nodded. "Thank you."
I cleared my throat. "So did Helen tell you what your
responsibilities would be at this job?"
"She did. It's the usual run-of-the-mill stuff. Coffee. Dry
cleaning. Answering phones, email... managing a
calendar. I would basically be your go-to for everything
and the buffer between you and everyone else. Your
life wouldn't work without me. Probably the most vital
person to have on your staff. I also have a lot of
experience in the business world, so I'd also be able to
manage finances, field business meetings, stand in as a
proxy, etcetera."
"You pretty much have the right idea."
I picked up her resume and looked it over, trying to find
something to do while I wrapped my head around how
I felt about this woman.
She spoke up, "Can I be completely frank?"
I lowered the resume and said, "Yeah. I'd prefer it,
actually."
"I know what Helen's looking for. What you're looking
for. I know what the other two probably got up to here
and likely promised you. The mom was just in here, so
you obviously made out with her. Maybe she blew you,
but I doubt it. I'm pretty sure the other one actually got
the load, judging by the back of her hair. She probably
showed you her tits too. With a pair like that, she'd be
stupid not to.
I considered denying everything she said, but what
would have been the point? This girl was obviously
Intelligent and observant and had practically admitted
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