The Interview

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…He’d always been a sucker for model figures and, with that voice, he just knew she’d be cool, calm and collected. Right up to the moment when she came. Then she would be hotter than a firecracker. His cock jumped to attention. He shook his head at the depth of his fantasy. Better stay as far away from that couch as possible. He chose one of the muted gray leather armchairs placed strategically in front of the desk instead. He crossed his leg, letting his ankle rest on his knee and adjusted the cuff of his charcoal gray pants. He was just getting his libido under control when the voice spoke again, sending chills down his spine, across his pelvis and straight into his jewels. Atten-hut.

ALSO BY TRIXIE STILLETTO The Blackout The Quarterback

THE INTERVIEW BY TRIXIE STILLETTO

AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC http://www.amberquill.com

THE INTERVIEW AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2004 by Trixie Stilletto ISBN 1-59279-207-3 Cover Art © 2004 Trace Edward Zaber

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To my guy, you gives me the smorgasbord. To EJ, for helping pull all this together and keep it going!

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CHAPTER 1

Jamie adjusted the knot in his tie and took a deep breath. His future lay behind this closed door. If he blew this job interview, it was back to the unemployment office. He couldn’t stand that thought. He’d thought getting his master’s degree was his ticket to financial and personal freedom. Just like normal, the idea was solid, but the timing sucked. Who knew that when he finished his master’s program, the economy would take a sharp left turn into a depression? He’d had half a dozen interviews. All of them had turned into a big, fat “no” when the competition had increased tenfold. The counselor at the employment agency had warned him that was likely. It seemed a master’s degree and graduating near the top of his class didn’t erase all his past sins. Including the fact he was a good ten years older than most of his competition. That was in age. In life experience, it was more like twenty-five years. Jamie couldn’t focus on the negatives. Not if he wanted to ace this interview. And acing this interview was his only goal. Before he left 1

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this office, he would have this job. Or else. “Ms. Boiling will see you now, Mr. Snyder.” He nodded and moved forward, ignoring the appraising look in the male secretary’s eye. He definitely wasn’t interested in that kind of action. His philosophy had always been live and let live, but he definitely wasn’t the kind of man who liked to hit lefty. He opened the door to Ms. Boiling’s office and took a deep breath. Time to hit a home run. “Come in, Mr. Snyder. I’ll be right with you.” The voice was low, sultry and sinful, and drifted over his skin like a silky caress. Jamie felt an immediate answering response in his cock. Shit, all he needed was to get a hard-on before the interview even started. How would the boss lady respond to that? Jamie looked over the seating options. There was a low, brown leather love seat against the wall. He had an immediate vision of two people writhing in sexual ecstasy on it. Ms. Boiling’s voice was urging her lover on. And he was her lover. He closed his eyes, picturing her in his mind. She would be tall and lean. Her breasts would be on the smallish side, just enough for a mouthful. He’d always been a sucker for model figures and, with that voice, he just knew she’d be cool, calm and collected. Right up to the moment when she came. Then she would be hotter than a firecracker. His cock jumped to attention. He shook his head at the depth of his fantasy. Better stay as far away from that couch as possible. He chose one of the muted gray leather armchairs placed strategically in front of the desk instead. He crossed his leg, letting his ankle rest on his knee and adjusted the cuff of his charcoal gray pants. He was just getting his libido under control when the voice spoke again, sending chills down his spine, across his pelvis and straight into his jewels. Atten-hut. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, Mr. Snyder. What kind of experience do you have?” 2

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He knew she didn’t mean it as a double entendre. She was talking work experience. But his body wanted to tell her about his sexual expertise. How he would kiss her pert nipples until they were hard as rocks and her breasts were so full of desire they felt like they would burst. Instead, he answered the question as asked. “Well, I got my MBA in May. As I stated on my resume, I was second in my class. I have references from several of my professors,” he began. “Tsk, tsk, Mr. Snyder. I know about your education. You’re a Cornell man, right?” “Yeah…I mean, yes, ma’am.” Great! Just fucking great. Now I sound like a stammering idiot. “I finished my master’s work in half the normal time.” “Uhmmm, a speedy one, huh?” Jamie felt a blush streaking up his neck. Good thing she wasn’t looking at him now. That voice of hers was giving him thoughts of all different levels of speed and how they applied to things. He’d speedily bring her to the most amazing climax she’d ever known. He’d speedily fill her cunt with the thickest hunk of male meat she’d ever had. He’d speedily drink every drop of her feminine come as if he were gulping down the finest scotch. “Just when it comes to school,” he answered aloud. “I don’t like to waste time. That’s why I think I’m the perfect man for this job.” “Oh?” Her voice followed the rising question of the word. Maybe she isn’t a model thin blonde, Jamie thought, revising his opinion on her looks. The voice just didn’t fit. She was probably a saucy, little, Italian girl. Jamie grinned. Although he didn’t normally go for the Mutt-and-Jeff routine, he would gladly let her play on his sixfoot, two hundred-ten-pound frame. He’d be the stallion and she could ride him all the way to oblivion. “Yes. You need someone who can see the problem and fix it. You need a manager who can think about the past while preparing this 3

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company for the future.” He paused a second then played his trump card. “That is, if you want your company to thrive in the future.” Silence. Dead silence. This was it—the make or break point in this interview. He would either get this job or be sent packing at this moment. There was a low chuckle. It had his cock standing to attention in less than a heartbeat. “Cocky, aren’t you, Mr. Snyder?” Before he could respond, she came into the office and then he couldn’t breathe. She was Athena, the warrior goddess, in human form. She was at least five foot, eleven inches in stocking feet. With the fourinch stiletto heels she wore, she would make him feel small. But she wasn’t just tall. She must have been the model for Rubens’ Venus. Her tits were large and firm. He could see getting lost in there and never wanting to be found. One thing for sure, a man would never go hungry with those wonderful mounds to feed on. Her waist was small in comparison to her boobs, but it wasn’t so small that he’d be worried about breaking her ribs every time he put his hands on her. His gaze moved downward to her hips, which flared in perfect proportion to those wonderful breasts. Those hips made a man realize this woman’s body had been created for loving a man in all the ways that counted. He felt a tingle in his fingers and realized his palms were itching to grab. He stood and put his hands in his pants pockets. It was either that or take what he wanted. “I prefer confident,” he replied to the question she asked and not the one he’d hoped she would. Ms. Boiling laughed. It was husky. It was full-throated. It was not the laugh of a young woman who didn’t know her mind. But Ms. Boiling wasn’t a young thing herself. There was a touch of gray at the temples of her shockingly red hair. She smiled then ran her hands over the hair, gathering it into a thick 4

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coil at her neck. She wrapped a colorful hair band around it, and Jamie had a vivid vision of all that luxurious hair wrapping around him like a warm blanket. It would slide over his wrist, around his thigh, and curl on his pelvis as she went down on him. “Confident is good,” she said. “Please, sit down.” She motioned him to the chair he’d only just left. Perhaps now they’d get down to business and he could get these ridiculous fantasies out of his mind. But instead of sitting behind her desk, she leaned her butt against the front edge and stretched her long legs out in front of her. He didn’t want to seem crass, but they were absolutely gorgeous. Tanned, firm and endless beneath the hem of her tiny, tight-fitting, yellow mini skirt, these were legs that would make any man stand up and take notice. In Jamie’s mind, legs like these were why God invented hot summer days. As she settled into her position, he thought the only thing better than seeing her healthy flesh au naturale would be seeing them in black silk stockings. Either way, the legs themselves were enough to fuel a month of wet dreams. “So, tell me why you think your abilities will make the difference for Grand Central Railroad,” she said. Jamie tore his thoughts away from his fantasies and concentrated on finishing what he started. “Look, Ms. Boiling, I know the history of this line. I know your great-grandfather started it when railroads were king. And I know your grandfather and father did a great job keeping it afloat when this country was moving away from rail travel and into the air.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. The movement was meant to show her superiority and the fact she was in control of the interview. For Jamie, all it did was push those wonderful tatas closer to eye level. He managed not to lick his suddenly dry lips and was proud of his ability to keep his cock from ripping the zipper right out of his pants. 5

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“Yes. I believe the biography on Grand Central that was released last month said the same thing.” Her point was clear. She wouldn’t be swayed by good research. “But that’s history. The fact is the only way this company can continue to survive is if you can take it to the next step. I believe Grand Central cannot continue to survive on freight alone.” Ms. Boiling frowned. It made a little furrow pop up between her eyebrows. Jamie wondered what it would be like to run his tongue in that furrow. Would the skin be silky or tough? Would her perspiration taste salty or sweet? “We can’t go commuter. Amtrak has that monopoly.” “That’s just it, Ms. Boiling. Amtrak has a monopoly and, frankly, they’re ripe for a takeover. If you do it right, if you plan things, and if you have the right management team backing you up, Grand Central can take over Amtrak. Grand Central can be the nation’s railway.” Ms. Boiling’s gaze narrowed. “You sound like you’re planning more than just being my CEO. You sound like you’re planning on taking over my company. Do you think because I’m a woman, it makes me weaker, more susceptible to hostile takeovers?” Jamie laughed. “Hardly.” Inside, he was thinking he would happily take over anything along as it came in her luscious package. “Good, because I’m not some young, naïve woman who doesn’t understand how business works. Speaking of how business works, what took you so long to go back to school and get your master’s? According to your resume, you’re forty-one years old.” Jamie had only seconds to make his decision. Lie or tell the brutal truth? He looked in her eyes and something he read there told him she already knew the answers. “I got in some trouble when I was a kid,” he began. The look in her eyes seemed to soften. “Go on.” “I grew up in a dirt-poor town in west Tennessee. There wasn’t, still 6

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isn’t for that matter, much for teenagers to do except get in trouble. The sheriff figured there were two ways to go for me. Prison time or army time. He figured he’d save the county a heck of a lot dough by choosing the army for me.” “You didn’t like the army?” “I didn’t say that. In fact, it was fun. I especially liked being in the Rangers.” “You’re retired? At forty-one? But how old were you when you joined?” “I was eighteen when I joined. But I stayed in a little longer than the necessary twenty years.” Ms. Boiling nodded. “And after your stint in the army, you went back to school? The GI Bill?” “Yes. Actually, I started going to night school to get my bachelor’s degree while I was at Fort Bragg.” Jamie replied. “Then I went to work on my master’s after retirement.” Ms. Boiling smiled and nodded. “Do you miss the army?” “Yes. No.” Ms. Boiling laughed. “Succinct and to the point. Are you sure you didn’t major in diplomacy rather than business administration in school?” Jamie laughed as well wondering how it would be to share a laugh after sex. On the couch. With Ms. Boiling, clad in nothing but her stilettos and his dick still embedded so deep in her he could feel her chuckles from the inside out. “Well, Mr. Snyder, this has gone well. Now we’ll move to the next phase of the process.” Jamie quietly released the breath he’d been subconsciously holding since he walked in the room. “So I’m hired?” “Not exactly. You just crossed the first hurdle. Now we’ll take you downstairs for your physical. I hope you haven’t done drugs in the last five days. Our tests are pretty inclusive. Wait. You’re not HIV-positive, 7

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are you?” “God, no. I’m strictly heterosexual.” She stopped. “Let me make one thing clear right now, Mr. Snyder. This company does not tolerate gay bashing in any way shape or form. We follow a strict set of regulations against that. We do not judge our employees by their sexual preferences. And HIV isn’t a disease that just strikes homosexuals. Is that clear?” “Of course, ma’am. I didn’t mean anything. I just meant I don’t have HIV.” Ms. Boiling relented. “Fine. I didn’t think you were the type to be prejudiced, but you can never tell. And, please, call me Clarissa.” Clarissa. Sounded like a name for a teacher or librarian. She walked to her office door, led the way out the outer office, down the hall and down a short flight of stairs. He followed and got a solid glimpse of her perfect ass, which made his palms begin to itch again. The clingy material of her skirt was an excellent frame for the globes that jiggled slightly when she walked. What would it feel like having that ass rubbing against him in sexual delight as he entered her from behind, his cock driving into her soaking wet pussy? He closed his eyes. “You have to be naked, you know.” His eyes snapped open. “What? What did you say?” “I said you have to have blood taken. We have a licensed lab technician here and we send your results off to be tested immediately. Then Dr. Phillips will give you the rest of the physical. When you’re done, come back to my office and we’ll finish up the paperwork. If all goes well, we’ll discuss salary and benefits. Good luck, Mr. Snyder.” She started to walk away. “Ms. Boiling…I mean Clarissa?” She turned back and gave him a smile. “Is there a problem, Mr. Snyder?” 8

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“No…just you can call me Jamie.” She looked a little surprised, but recovered quickly. “Okay. Thank you. See you in a few hours, Jamie.” Jamie watched her walk down the hall and dart back up the stairs leading back to her office. He heaved a breath in relief. The physical would be a breeze. Then he just had to play the right cards that would seal this job. Then all he’d have to worry about was keeping his hands off his boss. Maybe he’d be really lucky and she’d turn out to be a lesbian. He got an immediate picture of her and another woman pleasuring each other and his cock reacted accordingly. Well, he could always watch. * * * Lissa walked back into her office and closed the door. Oh, God, she was still so aroused she’d nearly creamed her panties again. It was embarrassing, but what could she do? Jamie Snyder’s voice had turned her on so much she’d had an orgasm before she even saw him. Her only hope was that he’d look like one of those fat, beer guzzling guys who looked more like a gorilla than a human. Or like her Uncle Jeb. Of course, she didn’t have that kind of luck. Jamie Snyder’s Native American heritage was apparent despite his neatly trimmed hair, which still bore the look of a military barber. His bronzed skin stretched tautly over his aquiline nose and across his strong chin, which showed more than a hint of stubbornness. He had a neat mustache with just a few gray hairs in it. They matched the streak of gray at the temples of his coal black hair. His brow was lined, showing his life experience and his eyes were the deepest, truest blue she’d ever seen. She had no doubt they could show all kinds of emotion, even though they’d been totally impersonal most of the time they talked. Except when he mentioned his teenage years and when he’d looked at her legs. Then, there’d been a flicker of emotion in them. It was that 9

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flicker that made her much too curious for a simple job interview and much too aroused. She had a brief fantasy of how his mustache would feel against her skin as he worked his way up her legs to her inner thighs, nipping his way under the bands of her panties until he reached her outer lips. She shivered again and moved from his chair back behind her desk. No, Jamie’s Snyder’s face was not one most people would consider handsome. It was too rugged to fit easily on a glossy magazine cover or billboard. It was a face that would draw women of all ages and race. It was a face that had her itching to touch and trace with fingers and lips. She shivered again. If all he’d been was a face, Lissa could have overcome that. His build was just as perfect as his face. Six foot, at least, and probably over two hundred pounds of solid muscle. No amount of fabric—even the expensive designer silk of his suit—could hide that fact. She had a feeling he wouldn’t have any problems wrapping his arms around her and picking her right off her feet. She closed her eyes, almost feeling the strength of his arms as they wrapped around her. He would lift her in his arms, carry her to the love seat and… Stop it. Don’t even go there. He’s a prospective employee. That could be construed as sexual harassment. Especially if he thought the only way to get the job was to sleep with her. And a boy toy was the last thing Jamie Snyder would ever be considered. She thought again about his resume and the things that weren’t there. She didn’t have to be the magna cum laude from Princeton she was to read between the lines. He’d been a U.S. Army Ranger. She shivered. Even enveloped in the perfectly tailored, gray, pinstriped business suit, Jamie exuded power like a warrior on the hunt. And for a moment, just a moment, when he looked at her as she walked into the office, she had felt like she was his prey. But she wasn’t certain that was a good thing. Certainly not when 10

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dealing with her new CEO. The fact was, as enticing as the thought of him mastering her body, Lissa had a feeling he wouldn’t just stop there. She had the feeling he’d be just as confident and certain stalking her company as well. She trailed her fingertips over his resume resting on her desktop. What would he think if he knew she’d been in her executive washroom, listening to his voice while she had her panties around her knees and her finger working her swollen clit? Would he have joined her and given her the satisfaction her body demanded? Damn, there it is again. She wriggled a little as she felt the moisture leaking onto her panties. Just thinking about him, just touching the spot where Jamie had been sitting had her horny all over. There was no question. She’d been working too hard lately. Too bad she’d sent her last lover packing just a month ago, because she was in desperate need of good, rousing sex. She wondered if she should hire an escort service when she went on her business trip next week? Lissa sighed. She wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. She glanced at the clock. It was later than she expected—after five. Dr. Philips had probably finished with Jamie hours ago and her secretary had probably told him Lissa wouldn’t return after her afternoon meeting. Lissa tried to tamp down her disappointment. She had two choices now. She could go home to her lonely apartment, nuke something and tackle her mounds of paperwork. Or she could do the same thing here in her office. She trailed her fingers over the top drawer in her desk and opened it. The vibrator lay inside, the idea of a joke from her best friend from college after she’d learned about Lissa’s breakup with Dan. The note had simply read, “Try this.” It probably has more life than that knucklehead and it certainly has more stamina. Lissa didn’t know why she hadn’t just tossed the whole thing in the trash. She didn’t need anything like that. Thinking about Jamie Snyder and the ache she’d gotten from just 11

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looking and talking to him changed her mind. She drew out the sex toy and ran her fingers over its rubberized length. She was alone. She was horny. It had to be better than nothing.

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CHAPTER 2

The physical had taken much longer than he expected. Jamie looked at his watch as he moved through the mostly empty building. Part of the problem had been that Dr. Philips was a retired Marine gunnery sergeant. And he didn’t want to shut up. Not that Jamie would have minded sitting with the wily, old rascal over a beer or two after work, but when he still didn’t have a final yes on the job, it was a little annoying. The physical itself had been a breeze. Just like he expected. He’d been a little afraid his Johnson was going to get the best of him when Philips had kept bringing up Clarissa’s name, but he’d managed not to disgrace himself like a schoolhouse boy all over the inside of his jockeys. It was strange how just thinking about her had him as randy as a teenager. Sure, she was beautiful. Sure, she was stacked. And those legs… Well, he’d already been down that path. So he hadn’t gotten anywhere close to that path, but it certainly was 13

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a trail he had to just put out of his mind. This job was more important than any quickie. No matter how attractive the thought. Now, after all the jabbering with Philips, it was well past five. Philips had suggested going home and waiting for Clarissa to call him tomorrow. He’d said he doubted she’d still be around the office. But Jamie couldn’t just leave without at least trying to find out whether he had this job or not. As Jamie walked through the empty, unlit inner offices, he acknowledged he was probably wasting his time. Clarissa was probably on her way home or to her lover’s or out with friends. He’d just have to be patient. He frowned when the soft sound reached him. He stood still, listening intently, before moving to the partially opened door that led to her office. Something was definitely not right. * * * Lissa groaned as she worked the vibrator over her burgeoning breasts and down past her ribs and across her abdomen. It felt good. Not as good as the real thing, but close enough. The rubberized toy was starting to gain a little warmth from her body heat, but it was a long way from feeling like a man. Still, her options were limited. She moved the head of the fake cock lower, to where her aching clit was starting to demand the attention her breasts had been getting. As she arched her head back, she caught motion in the outer office and stilled. “Who’s there?” she called, feeling the euphoria of the moment drying up instantly. Jamie Snyder came striding through the door. She caught a glimpse of his glittering blue eyes before he went down on his knees beside the couch. She licked her lips, torn between acute embarrassment and stunning arousal. She was vulnerable in the worst possible way. Her blouse was unbuttoned and bunched around her waist. 14

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His glance flickered over her breasts and she swore she felt it as directly as if he had touched them. Her nipples, aroused from the work of the toy, then soft from the scare, rose proudly in response to his heated gaze. As aroused as she was, she was more embarrassed. She started to cover herself with her hands. “Don’t,” he murmured, stopping her movements. “They are so extraordinary. You are extraordinary.” He followed his words with his mouth, moving to suckle first the left breast, then the right. He blew lightly on her nipple, before drawing it deeply in his mouth, pulling until she felt as if he was sucking the essence of her through her breast and into his mouth. “Oh, God, Jamie.” He lifted his head and grinned wickedly. She could hear the breath rasping out of her lungs as if she were running a marathon. He moved his attention to the other breast, but didn’t abandon her left breast as he moved his hand over it, cupping, stroking, pinching and keeping it in a state of arousal. And what he was doing to her right breast was mind stealing. Finally he lifted his lips. His face was tinted with a hard flush of arousal. He picked up the vibrator, which had fallen onto the couch beside her and examined it. He moved it to the left and to the right, then turned on the small power button at its base. The noise sounded amazingly loud in the silence of her office. “It’s a little puny, but it might just get you warmed up,” he murmured. Lissa gulped then glanced down to where his erection was straining his pants. She could see from the outline that his estimation of the seven-inch toy was probably accurate. Then she licked her dry lips. “I’d rather have the real thing,” she murmured, moving her hands first to his chest, then down to his belt buckle. “Oh, you will. You definitely will. But let’s play a little more first.” 15

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He captured her hand inches from her target, holding it captive. He moved the vibrator slowly, torturously, starting at her breastbone and then moving down over the crest of her left breast, around the side near her arm and underneath, using the toy to push her breasts even higher, deepening the cleavage to impossible levels. She felt more wanton, more needy, than ever. Lissa gasped when he didn’t rake it over her nipple, instead moving it to the valley between her breasts as he pushed her right one over and made a cavern with her skin. As he worked the vibrator between them, in and out, up and down, mimicking the ultimate sex act, he worked his mouth and tongue over her distended nipples, first sipping at them in turn before sucking them deep in his mouth, using his tongue to increase the sensation until she felt as if he was pulling her soul right out of her. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care. She couldn’t see. She didn’t care. She couldn’t think. She didn’t care. Lissa groaned as the orgasm struck her like a hard punch to the gut. “God, Jamie, I’m coming,” she screamed as her hips rose off the couch and her juices ran as free as a rushing stream. Moments, or it could have been hours, later Lissa became aware of Jamie’s harsh, raspy breathing. It was only slightly louder than her own breath rushing from her lungs. She ought to feel embarrassed. In fact, all she felt was replete. “My God, that was incredible,” she said, when she could finally speak. “You’re welcome,” he rasped. “Now do I get the job?” * * * Lissa slammed the door to her executive bathroom. How dare he? 16

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How dare he? She looked in the mirror and felt the embarrassment roll over her in waves again. She was flushed from head to toe. Her hair was a wild mass of tangles and her eyes had that look—the one that said release had been achieved but not satisfaction. And she had only herself to blame. After she’d thrown, or tried to throw Jamie, out of her office, she’d done the only thing left her. Retreat. Now she had to come up with a plan. Because she had an idea he wouldn’t leave and she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in her bathroom. The small knock on the door reaffirmed her thoughts. “Clarissa. Clarissa. Please open the door.” “Go away,” she said. “If you have any decency, you’ll leave now.” “I’ll go if you’ll come back out here.” “Right. That’ll happen,” she muttered. This was her own damn fault. It didn’t matter that she’d never, ever done anything like this before. The fact is the one time she had used a sex toy in a public place she’d been caught with her panties around her knees…literally. And he’d done what any healthy man would’ve have done in the same circumstance. If only he’d hadn’t brought up the job. If only he hadn’t made it seem like he was a stud providing a service. She ran some cold water and splashed it on her face. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be a way to salvage some pride. The idea started slowly, but as it took shape, the embarrassment faded and smugness replaced it. She resnapped her bra and buttoned her blouse. She ran a brush through her hair, found a band and tied it back from her face. If she was going to do this, she wanted, no needed, to feel completely in control. He thought he had set the rules of this game. That was fine. Now, she’d add some of her own. If he wanted a job, he could damn well do 17

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more than just one vibrator job. It was Friday. They had the whole weekend ahead of them. She’d just see how important the damn job was. Feeling in control of herself, she took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Time to put him on the defense. * * * Jamie turned at the sound of the door opening. She was finally coming out. Now maybe he could try to straighten up this God-awful mess. One look at her had him nearly swallowing his tongue. She’d straightened her clothes and combed her hair. On the outside, she looked just as delectable as she had at the beginning of the afternoon. But from the inside, there was a glow about her. A glow of satisfaction he recognized and envied. At least she’d gotten off. His body was still demanding a release. His body wanted to be buried so deep in hers it was willing to stand up and beg. The standing up part, his cock was already doing. In a few moments, it would start waving. The job had ceased to matter. If he could only take back his thoughtless words, he would do so in a minute. “Clarissa,” he began trying to form the right words to apologize. “Please call me Ms. Boiling,” she said. “You asked me a question. You deserve an answer.” Damn. Here goes the job. That’s okay. We can get this stupid job stuff out of the way and move on to the important things. And we will move on. “I’ll give you an answer about the job when the interview is finished,” she said. “There are a few more steps that have to be completed before I can make a final decision.” “What?” “If you’re hired, we’ll be spending huge amounts of time together. I have to be certain we’re compatible,” she continued. 18

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She moved around him and sat down in the chair behind her desk. She seemed completely in control. She was calm, acting as if there hadn’t been anything between them. Acting as if he hadn’t brought her to a beautiful climax on the sofa just a short time ago. He exhaled a long breath and settled in the chair in front of her desk. He could be just as calm, just as cool, as she. “Okay. What do I have to do?” She looked at her watch. “It’s six-fifteen now. Go home and do whatever you need. Then come to my house.” She rattled off her address. “I’ll expect you there by eight. Don’t be late. Oh, and if you have any plans for the weekend, cancel them.” “The weekend? Where are we going?” “Nowhere. But if you’re going to be my CEO, I need to know that you’re willing, and—” She paused, giving him a critical glance, her eyes lingering on his midsection and beyond. “—able to go the distance.” “What are you talking about, Clarissa, I mean, Ms. Boiling?” “I’m talking about the fact that being my CEO doesn’t just mean handling the business. I need someone who can help reduce my stress levels. That’s what we need to find out.” Jamie felt his temper rising. “I think I already proved my capabilities on that end.” She laughed. The sound had the effect of drying up every bit of the desire that remained in his body. “P-l-e-a-s-e. I can get that from my vibrator. What I need is a man who can give me more than one orgasm.” “Are you telling me, if I want this job, I have to screw you all weekend?” he asked boldly. She raised her chin. For a second, just a second, he was tempted to take a swing at it. “That’s right. It’s time to put your experience on the line. This weekend is your tryout. It’s totally up to you. Think of it as boot camp. 19

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It’s simple really, the weekend can mean the job. Blow the first and the second evaporates—in more ways than one.” * * * Lissa paced in her living room. Her stomach was quivering and her hands were shaking. She didn’t know what to expect. Would he show? Did she really want him to? She didn’t know the answer to those questions. She just knew she wished she could go back in time. Go back to before he’d walked in on her on the couch. That wasn’t possible. Her father and grandfather had always taught her that you just had to play the hand dealt you. That’s what she was trying to do. Bluffing was the only way to get out of the situation with her pride intact. But now she was back to square one. Whether he showed up or didn’t, she didn’t know if she could give him the job. She didn’t know if she could stand the embarrassment of working with him every day. She didn’t know if she could stand not seeing him again. The clock struck eight. Witching hour. Well, she guessed that was over. Now she could get on with trying to put the whole episode out of her mind. The sound of the doorbell made her jump a foot off the floor. Oh God, what now?

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She opened the door. Gone were his suit, tie and dress shoes. In their place were worn jeans that fit him as faithfully as any tailor-made clothes. It was the hardest thing she’d done in her life not to look at how the fabric outlined him. Instead, she kept her eyes strictly above his belt. That wasn’t really better however. The white T-shirt was a startling contrast to his tanned arms. She’d dreamed of his muscles; now she had reality. His weren’t the arms of a body builder, but of a warrior. She had a vivid flash of those arms holding her above him as she rode him toward a climax. Her gaze raced up to his face. His smile seemed stiff. “I’m here. You going to invite me in or do we get started on your front porch?” She stood numbly aside and he moved into her foyer. She glanced at the envelope sitting on the table. She had to right this now. It had gone on long enough. “So what’s first on the agenda, boss lady?” he asked, breaking into 21

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her nervous silence. She took a deep breath. This was the hardest thing she’d ever done. But she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t do it…quickly. “There’s an envelope on the table. It’s been notarized. You can take it, open it and this is over. It ends here. It’s completely your choice.” Now she held her breath. Would he? Wouldn’t he? He glanced over at it, then reached out with his long arm and picked it up. He read the outside of it, then looked at her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. The scary thing was she had the feeling he was seeing all the way to her soul. Her nerves were screaming, and her lips and mouth felt as if she’d been in a desert for all of her life. When she licked her lips despite herself, she could feel the heat of desire pouring off him in a wave. Without taking his gaze from hers, he folded the unopened envelope and stuck it in his back pocket. He moved closer to her, crowding her, still looking deeply in her eyes. “This is your game. You made the rules. Let’s get it on.” Lissa started to protest, started to insist he first read the letter. But something in his gaze, which was part hot hunger and part humor, stopped her. Instead, she angled her chin. “Are you sure you’re up to it?” He smiled. This time it reached his eyes. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She reached up and merged her mouth with his. The kiss went from chaste to hot in seconds. Lips wide open, tongues dueling, every sensation was savored, measured, recorded by the sensitive tip of her tongue. He moaned when she stroked across the roof of his mouth. She gasped when he returned the favor and she tasted his excitement along with her own. When their kiss finally ended, she rolled her head back against the 22

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wall as her pelvis thrust forward meeting his rock-hard erection through their clothes. He began giving her tiny love bites along her jaw line and worked his way slowly down her neck. Her breathing was labored and she felt little thrills as his mustache coasted over the tender skin. “Here? Or in your bedroom?” At first Lissa was so steeped in the pleasure of his mouth moving over her she didn’t understand his questions. Even after she realized he had spoken, she couldn’t get her brain to form an answer. “Oh, here,” she finally gasped. “Now. Can’t wait.” His chuckle sent a puff of his warm breath over her ear. It was if he had stroked a long finger down her clitoris. She opened her eyes and realized he started to remove her blouse, unbuttoning it with reverence. She wished now she’d spent the hours between the office and now getting into something more comfortable, more erotic. No, she’d had to be worried about business. She almost giggled, then a thought occurred to her. When he ran his tongue through the furrow between her eyebrows, she lost her train of thought. “Sweet,” he murmured. “But I think you’re thinking too much. You should be concentrating on feeling.” He slid her blouse off her shoulders and freed her breasts from the bra. He moved lower and took her right nipple deep in his mouth. “Oh, God,” slipped from her mouth. He had the best mouth of any man in the world. Surely no one else could do what he did to her. If there were other such men, wouldn’t all of womanhood have enslaved them by now? As busy and talented as his mouth and tongue were on her breast, his fingers were just as busy. Before she could even blink, her skirt was gone. When the airconditioned air hit her saliva-dampened nipples she shivered. It was only momentary as he was on his knees, his hands wrapped solidly 23

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around her hips. He moved his mouth over her satin-covered mound, nipping and tonguing the satin and the skin it covered. Lissa groaned and moved her hands to hold his head in place. He laughed and blew a breath against her aching lips. Moving his head slightly, he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his teeth, biting and pulling them off her. “Jamie,” she cried when he finally had nothing between his mouth and her skin. “How do you like it, boss lady? Hard or easy? Slow or fast?” He was so close to her she could feel each exhalation of breath against her lips. Her clit was swollen and begging for attention. “Either. Both,” she gasped. He laughed. “Demanding. I knew that would be your answer.” He pressed his mouth against her and, using his fingers spread her lips wide apart then nipped gently against a soft, squishy bump near the front of her vagina she didn’t know existed. “Ahhh,” she cried at the overwhelming sense of pleasure that rolled through her. “That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered. Then he used his tongue to stroke long and deep across her labia before stabbing quickly against her G-spot. Lissa felt as if she was being split right in two with the force of the orgasm washing through her. She held his head in place and ground her mound against his mouth. She didn’t care if he could breathe. All that mattered was that he continued doing what he was doing as long as her climax lasted. Moments, or perhaps days later, her hands released their fisted grip on his head. He raised his head and looked up, his eyes glittering with desire and satisfaction. The desire was one thing she could handle. After all, he’d given her two amazing rides. It was time she returned the favor. Before she could make her plans known, he stood, opened his pants 24

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and his naked cock bobbed free. She didn’t have more than a moment to be grateful he hadn’t bothered with underwear before marveling at the length and strength of his desire for her. He moved forward and lifted one of her legs to his hip. He rubbed one finger across her vagina and used her moisture to dampen the tip of his cock before flexing his hips and seating himself as deeply inside her as he could with one stroke. Her inner lips protested briefly over the force of the invasion, then her body adjusted to the length and breadth of him. When he started thrusting, slowly at first, Lissa wrapped her arms around him, and raised her other leg to lock them both behind his hips. His cock stabbed deeper and deeper inside her, reaching the lip of her womb as the back of her head knocked rhythmically against the wall. She could see the flexing and relaxing of his muscular buttocks in the mirror on the opposite wall. That sight, along with the guttural sounds coming from him, pushed Lissa closer and closer to the pinnacle. His pace increased and suddenly he stilled. Lissa could feel his seed pouring from him and hitting the back of her womb. She tensed her inner muscles once more, pulling the last drop of come from him and pushing her over the ultimate high of ecstasy. * * * “What’s next on the agenda, boss?” he asked, when their breaths had slowed to a more normal level. She smiled. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips. She could feel his juice slowly leaking out of her around his cock, which wasn’t flaccid, but wasn’t as hard as it had been a few minutes earlier. She stroked a hand down his back and over his buttocks before finally touching his sacrum, the small dent just above his butt crease. He stiffened and she felt his cock doing the same. “Let me go and follow me. I think it’s time we take this interview 25

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horizontally.” She walked through the hall, past the living room and into her bedroom. She’d been thinking optimistically earlier when she lit candles around the room and sprinkled rose buds over her linens. Still holding his hand, she led him inside. “I see you’re prepared,” he said. “Yes, you know, Girl Scouts and all that.” His grin was quick and devastating. “That’s what we Rangers used to say.” Lissa felt a moment of indecision. It probably wasn’t too late to stop this. But she was also fair. He’d brought her to several incredible orgasms. Even though he’d just found his release, she figured she owed him a few more. She turned him to face her and started to remove his shirt. When his hands went to push his pants completely off, she took away his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his palm. “Please, let me,” she said. His eyes glimmered and nostrils flared, but his affirmative nod was all the courage she needed. Moving as if she was encased in quicksand, Lissa began at his shoulders. Using her palm and fingertips, she traced her way inch by inch over his skin, testing the strength and flexibility. He was hard, hot, perfect. Murmuring her intense pleasure in her lover, she followed her hands with her mouth. She worked her way across his shoulders and down his chest taking care to give his nipples the same attention he’d shown hers. She rained open-mouthed kisses down his flat stomach, slowly pushing down his jeans and only moving on after she had thoroughly bathed his skin with her tongue. When she finally got to his cock, it was huge and standing at full attention again. There was a drop of pre-come on its bulbous head. Lissa’s tongue darted out to take a taste, and then she leaned back. 26

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“Don’t stop now,” he grunted. She looked up at him from her haunches. “Believe me, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. But I want to try something a little different. As long as you don’t mind, that is?” He shook his head. “Then just lie on the bed. I’ll be back in a second.” When she returned a few moments later, he was still naked and laying on his side, his penis not flaccid, but in that semi-erect state, his eyes focused on the door. God, he’s absolutely gorgeous, she thought, taking in his lazy but certainly interested pose. She hoped he wouldn’t think she was completely crazy with this next idea, but it was something she’d read about and had been too afraid to ask her last boyfriend to try. With Jamie, for some reason, she had all the courage in the world. She owed him for that. Maybe after they were done, he’d think her method of thanks was more than adequate. “Is that aluminum foil?” he asked when he saw what she carried in her hand. Lissa blushed. “Yes. It’s just something I read about. I promise if you don’t love it, I’ll stop. Is that a deal?” Lissa held her breath. He grinned and leaned back. “I can’t begin to imagine what this involves, but you’re the boss lady. As a good CEO, I know when it’s time to take a wait and see attitude.” Lissa grinned then moved in. First, she ran her hand around his testicles, massaging and squeezing to get him warmed up. Then when his cock was hard and quivering, she wrapped the foil around it like a condom. Then she began going down on him, working him with her mouth slowly, gently, working him up the various stages of arousal. Just at the critical moment, she let her teeth rest lightly against the foil and hummed. Jamie jerked and she heard his groan as his climax 27

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poured through him. Lissa rested her head on his chest and listened as his heartbeat slowed back into the normal range. His response had been thrilling and exhilarating. She knew she had finally given him something close to the pleasure he had given her. But the night and weekend were just getting started. She had a lot more planned for him. * * * Hours later, they lay in her bed sharing a bowl of fruit and cheese. They were starving, but even as the need to satisfy that hunger rose, they couldn’t keep from touching each other. Between each bite of fruit, she licked the juice off his lips. After feeding her a small bite of cheese, he would stroke her belly and beyond. “Uhmm,” he said after a particularly intense kiss that had both catching their breath. “This is an excellent way to start the weekend.” Lissa said nothing, remembering how this whole thing had started. She started to get up and stopped when he took her hand. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I’m going to get the envelope I gave you earlier this evening. I really think you should read it now.” “That isn’t necessary,” he said. “Yes it is. You came here, but you did all this for the wrong reasons. I can’t allow that.” “Why do you think I did this for the wrong reasons?” “You did it under duress. You thought it was the only way to get the job. I need you to know the truth.” She tugged her arm, trying to wrest it away from him. “Lissa, listen to me.” He pulled harder, this time managing to pull her off her feet and into his arms. Her breasts were crushed against his chest. She felt the instant flare of desire inside her and his arousal taking shape against her thigh. As much as she wanted—needed—to slake herself forever in him, she had to let him know the truth. 28

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“No, Jamie. It’s time you know the truth. I should’ve forced you to read the letter to begin with. Before we started this.” She squirmed and wiggled away, finally reaching her feet and moving back to the door. She was almost there when his words stopped him. “I don’t need to read the letter. I know what it says. It says I’ve been offered the job with no strings attached.”

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Lissa was stunned. “How did you know? You couldn’t know. It was sealed. I had it notarized and sealed before leaving the office. There was no way you could’ve seen what it said without opening the envelope. And I know you didn’t.” “No, I didn’t. But I did know.” “How?” she asked again. Jamie grinned. “You never asked why I was a couple of minutes late. Don’t you want to know?” Lissa frowned. “I guess. But what does that have to do with the letter?” “I was late because, just as I was leaving my apartment, I got a call from Jake Plummer,” Jamie said, naming the company’s personnel director. “Jake called you?” “That’s right. There was a discrepancy in my social security number. He wanted to get me on the payroll with all the benefits before 30

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eight o’clock tonight per your orders. But he had miscopied the numbers of my social security number. He didn’t want to have to file new papers with the government on Monday.” Lissa laughed. “Oh…I told him I wanted it all settled by eight, but I didn’t mean he had to have all the paperwork filed. I assumed you could just take care of that Monday morning.” Jamie laughed as well. “It seems your personnel director is a perfectionist. He wanted to have everything legal before he started his weekend.” “So why did you come? If you knew ahead of time there weren’t any strings, why did you show up?” Jamie walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t you get it? I came to show you it didn’t matter. Strings or no strings, job or no job, I wanted you. I was determined to have you. You. Not the job.” “Me? You wanted me?” “That’s right. From the moment I walked into your office and heard your voice, all I could think about is getting inside you. Coming inside you.” “But what about…” “My idiotic comment after helping you come in your office?” Lissa nodded. She could feel hope burgeoning in her heart. It was a tiny seed, but it was starting to sprout. “I was shocked. I was dazed because, as great as your orgasm was for you, it absolutely blew my mind. You got off, but so did I. That had never happened to me before. Never had just touching a woman, pleasuring her, brought me to a climax. Hell, I was creaming my shorts just hearing you talk, and seeing you working yourself sent me over the edge.” “But what about the job?” Lissa bit her lip. She couldn’t help it, but she knew it was important to him. He shrugged. “Hey, it’s important. I won’t lie to you. But I’ll get 31

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another job. Hell, it isn’t like I don’t have other offers. I think I’d make a great CEO for you. And I do believe we can take over Amtrak.” “You do?” “Absolutely. In fact, I’m willing to even put a little of my own cash on the line to make it happen.” “How much cash do you have?” He scratched absently at his chest. “Hell, I don’t know. I took my pension from the Army and did some investing. I got lucky and got into some stocks at just the right time. A few bonds, some day-trading. “My accountant could give you the exact totals on which companies I’ve got a piece of and what not. It changes daily, and I’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t kept on top of it as much as I should.” “Jamie,” she said, a warning tone in her voice. He grinned again. “About six million. Give or take a couple thousand.” “You have six million dollars? But why do you need a job? Hell, you could start your own company with that kind of nest egg.” “What and miss all the fringe benefits of being on salary?” Lissa laughed. “Well, I guess since you put it that way, I can see your point.” He pulled her into his arms and she didn’t resist. As he drew the kiss out for several seconds, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him back onto the bed. He fell willingly and she followed, landing on top. “So what’s it’s going to be? CEO or partners?” she asked long moments later. “I don’t know,” he responded. “Let’s make a deal. At the end of the weekend, the last one standing will make the decision.” She got a wicked glint in her eye. “You’ve got a deal.” When he started to seal the bargain with a kiss, she stopped him with a hand over his mouth. “Just one more thing. I plan to be the last one standing.” 32

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He laughed. “Whatever you say, boss lady. Whatever you say.”

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