Enjoy The Interview by Lianna Ramone
|
The InterviewTess Rigdon was the first of three candidates to interview for the position of research assistant to erotica writer Conrad Jacobs. She had no idea what the job entailed nor did she have experience ... until the interview.
Her potential boss' head pressed between her thighs, Tess tried to convince herself that she had to make him stop, knew this was probably not the best way to assure she’d get the job. But they didn’t teach this sort of thing in Interviewing 101 and she was powerless to stop him at that point. Instead, she placed her feet on the chair on either side of him and scooted closer to the edge of the desk, her legs falling apart, letting him know she wanted more. Unschooled in the ways of lust, she had nothing to go on except the burning need that propelled them through an interview sure to fulfill, whether she got the job or not. **Please note: Lianna Ramone does not write for children. These stories are aimed at an adult audience of 18 or older and are in no way meant for delicate readers.
|
She looked down at the head nestled between her thighs trying to remember exactly how they’d gotten to this point. She couldn’t think as his tongue danced against her swollen sex. She writhed and panted, practically gasped for air and he hadn’t even removed her panties yet. Yet? Oh dear. What had she gotten herself into? What had…
Thought left her completely when his tongue flicked over her again and a finger slipped along the lace trimmed elastic of her leg band and worked its way inside to join his tongue in the onslaught that boggled her senses. Heat and wetness radiated from her most delicate and private of places in a way she’d never dreamed possible. Until that moment, no one had ever touched her in that way. Of course those who had diapered her as a baby had. And that boy in ninth grade had fingered her on a dare at the first boy/girl party she’d ever attended. Neither of them had wanted to appear afraid or inexperienced so they’d ducked behind the sofa and made quick work of the dare requirements. Some friends! The touch wasn’t much better. Lame was the only word to describe it.
Then there’d been Jimmy Robertson. He’d been her one and only lover. To say it wasn’t a perfect experience was a colossal understatement. In fact, if she had to do it over again, Tess Rigdon wouldn’t. But none of that counted for anything at that moment. What did count was what this man was doing to her, what he was making her feel and want.
“Is… this part,” she sucked in a shaky breath, unable to speak for a moment, to ask if this was part of the research he’d mentioned, as her body tensed with his fingers probing into the moist, swollen canal between her legs.
“I’m sorry, Tess. What was that?” Her name rolled beautifully, effortlessly off his tongue. He glanced up at her, licking his fingers before moving his hands to her waist to ease her panties down.
Tess had a fleeting thought that she shouldn’t be doing this. Letting this man have his way with her was probably not the best way to assure she’d get the job. They didn’t teach this sort of thing as part of the class on good interviewing skills and she knew she needed to put a stop to it. But she couldn’t. Even if she walked out of there without the desperately needed position, she wouldn’t have stopped him for anything at that point.
Placing her feet on the chair on either side of him, Tess scooted closer to the edge of the desk and leaned back on her hands, hopeful he would take the hint that she wanted more. Unschooled in the ways of lust, she had nothing to go on except the burning need that drove her.
“You didn’t finish your sentence. Distracted?” he teased, laughing a bit when she looked down at him as if she had no idea what he was talking about. He knew what he was doing to her senses and the look on his face told her he had plans to do more. Running his hands slowly up her legs, his thumbs collided right below the place she wanted them most: inside of her. She wiggled down, trying to coax his fingers to touch her more intimately, to press inside her. Instead, he lightly massaged her velvety flesh as he nipped his way from knee to thigh before his mouth once again covered her, his tongue exploring her wet folds.
Never had Tess imagined when she’d walked into Conrad Jacobs’ office looking more assured than she felt that she’d be doing what she was doing. In her severely modest black skirt with the matching button down blouse, her hair piled neatly atop her head, she had attempted to personify exactly what she believed a personal assistant should look like. She’d gone for the studious look because she believed that was what Conrad Jacobs needed more than anything; someone who would blend in with the paneling. Blending was something Tess did well in her opinion. She felt sure the last thing a man who wrote about sex all day wanted was to deal with some woman with her breasts heaved in his face or her short skirt offering him a peek of what lay above her stockings.
That’s why she was so surprised when he told her what he expected and commenced to show her exactly what would be required of her should she take the job.
“Part of my assistant’s job is to assist me with … research at my whim. Will that be a problem for you?” He’d spoken the words from behind his desk, straight faced though with a definite gleam in his dark eyes. He seemed quite businesslike, even down to the hands steepled on the desk before him, his pointer fingers tapping together as he studied her resume then looked back at her.
“I assumed an assistant’s position was to help.” It seemed so simple: assistants assist. But her words garnered a rather large grin from the gentleman that told Tess she had no idea what he was getting at.
“Not afraid of a little leg work then?”
She’d shaken her head, the bun wobbling on top of her head, threatening to spill loose her dark curls. She reached up to secure the pins, watching him as he rearranged a few items on his desk. What a lovely specimen he was. Yes, he was every bit as sexy as people reported him to be. She’d also heard he was starting to grey. At forty-three, she supposed he might be, but if he was, she couldn’t see it in his near black, wind your fingers in it as you scream hair.
Where had that come from? If there was one thing for certain, Tess knew nothing about burying her hands in some man’s hair while he made you breathe like a runner. She hated her inexperience, knowing that one tryst with the Robertson boy had taught her far less than what she’d learned by watching TV or reading books. Books like those written by Conrad Jacobs.
With his dark eyes back on her, Tess felt a definite blush creeping into her cheeks. He certainly didn’t lack experienced and as he openly scrutinized her, he licked his lips. Was it a conscious licking or not? It didn’t matter. It was sexy as hell. His eyes traveled down to her shapely breasts, slightly peaked now beneath the tight fit of her blouse. He chuckled softly when she crossed her arms over them.
“Well, let’s give you a trial run then, shall we?” He asked as he pushed back from his desk, his chair rolling effortlessly on the plush carpet. Grin still in place, he motioned for her to come and stand before him, which she did with only a modicum of hesitation.
“I like your style, Tess. But you’ll need to loosen up if you plan to work for me.” He’d taken her hands in his, gently shaking her arms to loosen her up. He watched carefully as the motion jiggled her breasts. “I have a feeling that beneath that demure, business girl façade is a tantalizingly sensual woman waiting to be let out.”
Tess had swallowed hard. Her throat must have bobbed since his eyes moved up to the creamy flesh there.
“Let’s play a game and see. I’ll call it research and you can call it part of the interview process to see how well we work together.”
Without waiting for her response, he’d slipped his hands around her waist, reaching back to unfasten the clasp that held up her skirt. It fell to the floor exposing the black lace panties and garter belt that held her stockings in place. Mr. Jacobs chuckled. It was obvious he wasn’t at all surprised at her undergarment choices. He knew women and that was a bit scary. Hadn’t he already pegged her? She’d give anything to be let out as he’d said.
As if reading her mind, Conrad Jacobs inched her toward his desk, pushed her back until her bottom rested against the polished wood. She could feel the coolness through her panties. That was the only part of her that was cool. Her breasts ached, that delicate zone between her legs felt like it might burst into flames at any moment. And all he’d done was remove her skirt! If he touched her, she’d probably…
Tess didn’t get a chance to finish that thought before he buried his face between her legs and began to press his tongue to the black silk of the fabric covering her sex. Her panties were soaked almost immediately. She wasn’t sure if it was from him or from her, but it acted to intensify the effect of the contact. All inhibition had left her by the time he slipped his finger inside the garment and she was quite sure she might come when his finger against the slick moisture of her pre-cum made a sucking sound that caused him to groan. The rumble of that sound against her vagina filled her to the core. That stupid vibrator her friend Amelia had insisted she buy was no match for the feel of a real man, no matter how much the box boasted that it was as close to the real thing as a woman could get. Her vibrator had never licked her and it certainly didn’t moan or groan. The fact that she’d pleased him just a little thrilled Tess. She was sure she’d never pleased her vibrator. Not even once.
But Jacobs was skilled, knew what he was doing, and what she was about to do. He slowed his pace then pulled back and reached up to ease down her panties. He definitely wanted her bottom half naked and she wondered if he had plans to screw her before she left his office. She hoped he did, even if it wasn’t how she’d envisioned the first time with a real lover. She’d always pictured something a bit more romantic. But Conrad Jacob’s tongue lashing had her praying he had a foil wrapped condom stashed in that lavish desk of his. As he peeled the wet silk down her legs, she wondered just how big he was. She’d heard rumor about that too and wondered if there was a chance he might not fit inside her.
Kicking off her shoe, Tess wrapped her leg beneath his arm in her attempt to maneuver her foot to his crotch. It wasn’t easy with him going after her again. The situation as a whole wasn’t easy, though you wouldn’t hear a complaint from her about it. One thing she’d learned in those few moments with Conrad Jacobs between her legs – she liked it and wanted a whole lot more of him, every meaty inch of what her toes could feel.
“Mr. Jacobs, don’t you want to …” Tess’ words dissolved into uhs and nuhs following a few oohs when he intensified his tongue and finger probing. She was going to ask him if he was going to fuck her, but with her words he’d increased the gliding of his tongue around her clitoris, expertly massaging her moisture-laden folds all while his fingers danced in and out.
“Is that what you want, Tess? You really want me to stop this so you can feel my long, thick cock buried deep inside you? You want to feel the pressure build as I slam in and out of you, my balls slapping your perfect little ass?” He chuckled. “Your toes aren’t lying. It’s as big as you thing it is. And you want it.”
“I do. I want it.” The words were a hoarse, husky whisper.
“But you don’t even know me, Tess.” The comment surprised Tess. There he was, saying such a thing while still assaulting her with the pleasure caused by his warm mouth and fingers working over her engorged sex.
He stopped and rose, leaning in with his face mere inches from hers, the abrupt ending causing Tess to cry out. No! She wanted him on her as much as she desired to have him inside her. She needed him to finish what he’d started.
“If we were to have a first time, Tess, I’d want it to be special, in a bed where I could ravage you properly, not bent over my desk.”
Tess blinked a few times, her eyes filling with tears. Not only was she half naked, and fully embarrassed, but she was quite sure she wasn’t going to get the job or the fulfillment her body yearned for. Damn if she wasn’t the dumbest female on the planet. She looked away, but he turned her face back to his with a thumb under the chin, kept her where she was, pinned to his desk with his body. He leaned into her, her pussy pressed tightly against his khaki-clad erection. He began to rub, confusing Tess even more.
“Make no mistake about it, Tess. I want you. I’d love nothing more than to unzip my pants and ease my dick into you. You’re so tight and wet. I want to feel your legs around my waist tightening as you reach that point where you want to call out my name. I can imagine you swelling around me, the waves of your orgasm sucking every last ounce of cum from my body as I exploded inside you. I want to make you dizzy with need, to be the one that causes fireworks to ignite between your legs, setting off a sizzling tingle that creeps throughout your whole body, leaving you both satisfied and wanting more.” He paused and rubbed his mouth across hers, the juices from his previous feast glossing her lips. “You’re special, Tess. I knew it the moment you walked in that door.” He pulled back and shook his head. “No, Tess. You’re the kind of woman a man should take his time with.”
Their eyes locked, they stared at one another.
“I’m sorry,” Tess whispered. “I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
Conrad Jacobs put his finger against her lips. She could smell herself on him and even in her moment of defeat, felt her body twitch where its nakedness still connected to him. Why couldn’t he have just finished what he’d started?! And why didn’t he move away from her if he had no plans to…
The intercom buzzed and his receptionist’s voice came on making them both jump.
“What is it Gwen?” He still didn’t move or even look away from Tess.
“Mr. Jacobs, you’re next interviewee is here.”
“Thank you. We’ll be done here in just a couple of minutes.”
Tess tried to feign a smile, put a hand on his chest to push him back. It was obvious her interview was over and he’d be moving on. Did he plan to do this with all the chosen applicants? Tess felt sick, bit at her lower lip to keep it from quivering.
“I’m glad you came, Tess.” Jacobs reached up to capture her lips again only Tess turned her face away.
“I didn’t.” Her words were flat. “Now please let me leave.”
The man took a step back, his brows knit as he held out a hand to assist her off the desk. Tess ignored it, slipping off and reaching out to grab her panties and skirt. Her back to him, Tess put them on. She could feel his eyes on her bare behind until she got everything firmly back in place.
“Thanks for your time,” she said, still not turning to look at him before moving quickly to the door. She jerked it open, beginning to step out even as he moved into position close behind her.
“Thank you, Tess, for a most memorable interview,” he whispered before clearing his throat and saying in an authoritative voice meant to be heard. “Gwen will let you know as soon as all decisions have been finalized.”
Tess nodded and rushed toward the door, hopeful she didn’t appear too eager to leave even though she wanted nothing more than to get out before she burst into tears.
“Ms. Collins, won’t you come in,” she heard Conrad Jacob’s smooth voice, imagined the appreciative once-over he was undoubtedly giving the vivacious Ms. Collins with her low-cut blouse and her high-cut skirt. One look had told Tess the other girl knew her way around a man’s pants.
“Ms. Rigdon,” the receptionist hailed her before she could make her exit.
“Yes?” she asked still facing the door in the reception area of the old Victorian house that served as both office and home to the author. She heard Mr. Jacobs’ office door click shut, thinking her heart may as well have been in the way.
“You might want to zip your skirt before you go out.” The lady’s voice was discreetly quiet though the humor laced through her words did not escape Tess’ ears. She reached back and eased up the zipper before pushing out into the early afternoon sun feeling none of the brightness. Damn, she had messed that up royally and even the receptionist knew about it.
Her heels clicked as she walked down the sidewalk, the movement of her legs a constant reminder of the fire Conrad Jacobs had lit. Every step brought an awareness of the moisture-laden panties that rubbed against her crotch. It wasn’t going to lick her or talk to her and she couldn’t make it feel, but right then she just needed to be home with her vibrator buried within that throbbing canal. Need quickened her steps.
Half a block away, at a fast walk – no run because of the heels – Tess’ phone buzzed. She silently cursed the caller, knowing she’d bow to her inability to ignore a ringing phone.
“What?” she barked into the cell, not bothering to see who was getting the brunt of her annoyance.
“Ms. Rigdon? Gwen Thomas, Conrad Jacobs’ receptionist here.” She seemed nonplused by the curtness of Tess’ answer, though Tess was mortified at her behavior. She tried to sound upbeat and unaffected with her next words.
“Ms. Thomas. I’m surprised to hear from you.” Butterflies assaulted her stomach. Was the receptionist calling to tell her Mr. Jacobs had already made his choice, and it was one of the other women? She wondered if they had performed the research test better than she had. Hot tears stung her eyes. Her mind filled with thoughts of how terribly wrong she’d been to do what she’d done as well as how much she wished he’d finished.
“Mr. Jacobs asked that I call to see if you would be available for dinner this evening to discuss the details of the position.”
“I completely understand. I’m sure the other candidate was more qualifi… What? Did you say dinner? To discuss the position? The job position?” Tess’ heart beat wildly behind the black blouse and lace bra. Could she have possibly heard correctly?
Gwen Thomas’ laugh floated through the earpiece of her phone. “What other position would there be, my dear?” She giggled again and so did Tess whose face was undoubtedly a thousand shades of red. “If you’re available, Mr. Jacobs’ driver will pick you up at 7:00 p.m. It appears you’ll be dining in.”
Thought left her completely when his tongue flicked over her again and a finger slipped along the lace trimmed elastic of her leg band and worked its way inside to join his tongue in the onslaught that boggled her senses. Heat and wetness radiated from her most delicate and private of places in a way she’d never dreamed possible. Until that moment, no one had ever touched her in that way. Of course those who had diapered her as a baby had. And that boy in ninth grade had fingered her on a dare at the first boy/girl party she’d ever attended. Neither of them had wanted to appear afraid or inexperienced so they’d ducked behind the sofa and made quick work of the dare requirements. Some friends! The touch wasn’t much better. Lame was the only word to describe it.
Then there’d been Jimmy Robertson. He’d been her one and only lover. To say it wasn’t a perfect experience was a colossal understatement. In fact, if she had to do it over again, Tess Rigdon wouldn’t. But none of that counted for anything at that moment. What did count was what this man was doing to her, what he was making her feel and want.
“Is… this part,” she sucked in a shaky breath, unable to speak for a moment, to ask if this was part of the research he’d mentioned, as her body tensed with his fingers probing into the moist, swollen canal between her legs.
“I’m sorry, Tess. What was that?” Her name rolled beautifully, effortlessly off his tongue. He glanced up at her, licking his fingers before moving his hands to her waist to ease her panties down.
Tess had a fleeting thought that she shouldn’t be doing this. Letting this man have his way with her was probably not the best way to assure she’d get the job. They didn’t teach this sort of thing as part of the class on good interviewing skills and she knew she needed to put a stop to it. But she couldn’t. Even if she walked out of there without the desperately needed position, she wouldn’t have stopped him for anything at that point.
Placing her feet on the chair on either side of him, Tess scooted closer to the edge of the desk and leaned back on her hands, hopeful he would take the hint that she wanted more. Unschooled in the ways of lust, she had nothing to go on except the burning need that drove her.
“You didn’t finish your sentence. Distracted?” he teased, laughing a bit when she looked down at him as if she had no idea what he was talking about. He knew what he was doing to her senses and the look on his face told her he had plans to do more. Running his hands slowly up her legs, his thumbs collided right below the place she wanted them most: inside of her. She wiggled down, trying to coax his fingers to touch her more intimately, to press inside her. Instead, he lightly massaged her velvety flesh as he nipped his way from knee to thigh before his mouth once again covered her, his tongue exploring her wet folds.
Never had Tess imagined when she’d walked into Conrad Jacobs’ office looking more assured than she felt that she’d be doing what she was doing. In her severely modest black skirt with the matching button down blouse, her hair piled neatly atop her head, she had attempted to personify exactly what she believed a personal assistant should look like. She’d gone for the studious look because she believed that was what Conrad Jacobs needed more than anything; someone who would blend in with the paneling. Blending was something Tess did well in her opinion. She felt sure the last thing a man who wrote about sex all day wanted was to deal with some woman with her breasts heaved in his face or her short skirt offering him a peek of what lay above her stockings.
That’s why she was so surprised when he told her what he expected and commenced to show her exactly what would be required of her should she take the job.
“Part of my assistant’s job is to assist me with … research at my whim. Will that be a problem for you?” He’d spoken the words from behind his desk, straight faced though with a definite gleam in his dark eyes. He seemed quite businesslike, even down to the hands steepled on the desk before him, his pointer fingers tapping together as he studied her resume then looked back at her.
“I assumed an assistant’s position was to help.” It seemed so simple: assistants assist. But her words garnered a rather large grin from the gentleman that told Tess she had no idea what he was getting at.
“Not afraid of a little leg work then?”
She’d shaken her head, the bun wobbling on top of her head, threatening to spill loose her dark curls. She reached up to secure the pins, watching him as he rearranged a few items on his desk. What a lovely specimen he was. Yes, he was every bit as sexy as people reported him to be. She’d also heard he was starting to grey. At forty-three, she supposed he might be, but if he was, she couldn’t see it in his near black, wind your fingers in it as you scream hair.
Where had that come from? If there was one thing for certain, Tess knew nothing about burying her hands in some man’s hair while he made you breathe like a runner. She hated her inexperience, knowing that one tryst with the Robertson boy had taught her far less than what she’d learned by watching TV or reading books. Books like those written by Conrad Jacobs.
With his dark eyes back on her, Tess felt a definite blush creeping into her cheeks. He certainly didn’t lack experienced and as he openly scrutinized her, he licked his lips. Was it a conscious licking or not? It didn’t matter. It was sexy as hell. His eyes traveled down to her shapely breasts, slightly peaked now beneath the tight fit of her blouse. He chuckled softly when she crossed her arms over them.
“Well, let’s give you a trial run then, shall we?” He asked as he pushed back from his desk, his chair rolling effortlessly on the plush carpet. Grin still in place, he motioned for her to come and stand before him, which she did with only a modicum of hesitation.
“I like your style, Tess. But you’ll need to loosen up if you plan to work for me.” He’d taken her hands in his, gently shaking her arms to loosen her up. He watched carefully as the motion jiggled her breasts. “I have a feeling that beneath that demure, business girl façade is a tantalizingly sensual woman waiting to be let out.”
Tess had swallowed hard. Her throat must have bobbed since his eyes moved up to the creamy flesh there.
“Let’s play a game and see. I’ll call it research and you can call it part of the interview process to see how well we work together.”
Without waiting for her response, he’d slipped his hands around her waist, reaching back to unfasten the clasp that held up her skirt. It fell to the floor exposing the black lace panties and garter belt that held her stockings in place. Mr. Jacobs chuckled. It was obvious he wasn’t at all surprised at her undergarment choices. He knew women and that was a bit scary. Hadn’t he already pegged her? She’d give anything to be let out as he’d said.
As if reading her mind, Conrad Jacobs inched her toward his desk, pushed her back until her bottom rested against the polished wood. She could feel the coolness through her panties. That was the only part of her that was cool. Her breasts ached, that delicate zone between her legs felt like it might burst into flames at any moment. And all he’d done was remove her skirt! If he touched her, she’d probably…
Tess didn’t get a chance to finish that thought before he buried his face between her legs and began to press his tongue to the black silk of the fabric covering her sex. Her panties were soaked almost immediately. She wasn’t sure if it was from him or from her, but it acted to intensify the effect of the contact. All inhibition had left her by the time he slipped his finger inside the garment and she was quite sure she might come when his finger against the slick moisture of her pre-cum made a sucking sound that caused him to groan. The rumble of that sound against her vagina filled her to the core. That stupid vibrator her friend Amelia had insisted she buy was no match for the feel of a real man, no matter how much the box boasted that it was as close to the real thing as a woman could get. Her vibrator had never licked her and it certainly didn’t moan or groan. The fact that she’d pleased him just a little thrilled Tess. She was sure she’d never pleased her vibrator. Not even once.
But Jacobs was skilled, knew what he was doing, and what she was about to do. He slowed his pace then pulled back and reached up to ease down her panties. He definitely wanted her bottom half naked and she wondered if he had plans to screw her before she left his office. She hoped he did, even if it wasn’t how she’d envisioned the first time with a real lover. She’d always pictured something a bit more romantic. But Conrad Jacob’s tongue lashing had her praying he had a foil wrapped condom stashed in that lavish desk of his. As he peeled the wet silk down her legs, she wondered just how big he was. She’d heard rumor about that too and wondered if there was a chance he might not fit inside her.
Kicking off her shoe, Tess wrapped her leg beneath his arm in her attempt to maneuver her foot to his crotch. It wasn’t easy with him going after her again. The situation as a whole wasn’t easy, though you wouldn’t hear a complaint from her about it. One thing she’d learned in those few moments with Conrad Jacobs between her legs – she liked it and wanted a whole lot more of him, every meaty inch of what her toes could feel.
“Mr. Jacobs, don’t you want to …” Tess’ words dissolved into uhs and nuhs following a few oohs when he intensified his tongue and finger probing. She was going to ask him if he was going to fuck her, but with her words he’d increased the gliding of his tongue around her clitoris, expertly massaging her moisture-laden folds all while his fingers danced in and out.
“Is that what you want, Tess? You really want me to stop this so you can feel my long, thick cock buried deep inside you? You want to feel the pressure build as I slam in and out of you, my balls slapping your perfect little ass?” He chuckled. “Your toes aren’t lying. It’s as big as you thing it is. And you want it.”
“I do. I want it.” The words were a hoarse, husky whisper.
“But you don’t even know me, Tess.” The comment surprised Tess. There he was, saying such a thing while still assaulting her with the pleasure caused by his warm mouth and fingers working over her engorged sex.
He stopped and rose, leaning in with his face mere inches from hers, the abrupt ending causing Tess to cry out. No! She wanted him on her as much as she desired to have him inside her. She needed him to finish what he’d started.
“If we were to have a first time, Tess, I’d want it to be special, in a bed where I could ravage you properly, not bent over my desk.”
Tess blinked a few times, her eyes filling with tears. Not only was she half naked, and fully embarrassed, but she was quite sure she wasn’t going to get the job or the fulfillment her body yearned for. Damn if she wasn’t the dumbest female on the planet. She looked away, but he turned her face back to his with a thumb under the chin, kept her where she was, pinned to his desk with his body. He leaned into her, her pussy pressed tightly against his khaki-clad erection. He began to rub, confusing Tess even more.
“Make no mistake about it, Tess. I want you. I’d love nothing more than to unzip my pants and ease my dick into you. You’re so tight and wet. I want to feel your legs around my waist tightening as you reach that point where you want to call out my name. I can imagine you swelling around me, the waves of your orgasm sucking every last ounce of cum from my body as I exploded inside you. I want to make you dizzy with need, to be the one that causes fireworks to ignite between your legs, setting off a sizzling tingle that creeps throughout your whole body, leaving you both satisfied and wanting more.” He paused and rubbed his mouth across hers, the juices from his previous feast glossing her lips. “You’re special, Tess. I knew it the moment you walked in that door.” He pulled back and shook his head. “No, Tess. You’re the kind of woman a man should take his time with.”
Their eyes locked, they stared at one another.
“I’m sorry,” Tess whispered. “I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
Conrad Jacobs put his finger against her lips. She could smell herself on him and even in her moment of defeat, felt her body twitch where its nakedness still connected to him. Why couldn’t he have just finished what he’d started?! And why didn’t he move away from her if he had no plans to…
The intercom buzzed and his receptionist’s voice came on making them both jump.
“What is it Gwen?” He still didn’t move or even look away from Tess.
“Mr. Jacobs, you’re next interviewee is here.”
“Thank you. We’ll be done here in just a couple of minutes.”
Tess tried to feign a smile, put a hand on his chest to push him back. It was obvious her interview was over and he’d be moving on. Did he plan to do this with all the chosen applicants? Tess felt sick, bit at her lower lip to keep it from quivering.
“I’m glad you came, Tess.” Jacobs reached up to capture her lips again only Tess turned her face away.
“I didn’t.” Her words were flat. “Now please let me leave.”
The man took a step back, his brows knit as he held out a hand to assist her off the desk. Tess ignored it, slipping off and reaching out to grab her panties and skirt. Her back to him, Tess put them on. She could feel his eyes on her bare behind until she got everything firmly back in place.
“Thanks for your time,” she said, still not turning to look at him before moving quickly to the door. She jerked it open, beginning to step out even as he moved into position close behind her.
“Thank you, Tess, for a most memorable interview,” he whispered before clearing his throat and saying in an authoritative voice meant to be heard. “Gwen will let you know as soon as all decisions have been finalized.”
Tess nodded and rushed toward the door, hopeful she didn’t appear too eager to leave even though she wanted nothing more than to get out before she burst into tears.
“Ms. Collins, won’t you come in,” she heard Conrad Jacob’s smooth voice, imagined the appreciative once-over he was undoubtedly giving the vivacious Ms. Collins with her low-cut blouse and her high-cut skirt. One look had told Tess the other girl knew her way around a man’s pants.
“Ms. Rigdon,” the receptionist hailed her before she could make her exit.
“Yes?” she asked still facing the door in the reception area of the old Victorian house that served as both office and home to the author. She heard Mr. Jacobs’ office door click shut, thinking her heart may as well have been in the way.
“You might want to zip your skirt before you go out.” The lady’s voice was discreetly quiet though the humor laced through her words did not escape Tess’ ears. She reached back and eased up the zipper before pushing out into the early afternoon sun feeling none of the brightness. Damn, she had messed that up royally and even the receptionist knew about it.
Her heels clicked as she walked down the sidewalk, the movement of her legs a constant reminder of the fire Conrad Jacobs had lit. Every step brought an awareness of the moisture-laden panties that rubbed against her crotch. It wasn’t going to lick her or talk to her and she couldn’t make it feel, but right then she just needed to be home with her vibrator buried within that throbbing canal. Need quickened her steps.
Half a block away, at a fast walk – no run because of the heels – Tess’ phone buzzed. She silently cursed the caller, knowing she’d bow to her inability to ignore a ringing phone.
“What?” she barked into the cell, not bothering to see who was getting the brunt of her annoyance.
“Ms. Rigdon? Gwen Thomas, Conrad Jacobs’ receptionist here.” She seemed nonplused by the curtness of Tess’ answer, though Tess was mortified at her behavior. She tried to sound upbeat and unaffected with her next words.
“Ms. Thomas. I’m surprised to hear from you.” Butterflies assaulted her stomach. Was the receptionist calling to tell her Mr. Jacobs had already made his choice, and it was one of the other women? She wondered if they had performed the research test better than she had. Hot tears stung her eyes. Her mind filled with thoughts of how terribly wrong she’d been to do what she’d done as well as how much she wished he’d finished.
“Mr. Jacobs asked that I call to see if you would be available for dinner this evening to discuss the details of the position.”
“I completely understand. I’m sure the other candidate was more qualifi… What? Did you say dinner? To discuss the position? The job position?” Tess’ heart beat wildly behind the black blouse and lace bra. Could she have possibly heard correctly?
Gwen Thomas’ laugh floated through the earpiece of her phone. “What other position would there be, my dear?” She giggled again and so did Tess whose face was undoubtedly a thousand shades of red. “If you’re available, Mr. Jacobs’ driver will pick you up at 7:00 p.m. It appears you’ll be dining in.”