Are You The One?

“I’m not a jerk. I was just trying to tell you that…”

“You know from the first time I met you, you looked down on me. I was trying to help you; you couldn’t care less that I could lose my job by using my phone as long as you got what you wanted. And for what? To stalk your ex-girlfriend? Now I sit here and tell you about my passion for writing and you laugh at me. Why? Because I am a lowly hostess not good enough for your high class newspaper?” she said almost in tears.

“One I apologize for that night. You’re right I was very rude. But two that’s a very complicated situation I would rather not discuss. Three, I wasn’t making fun of you. I can see that you’re very passionate about writing it’s just not what I’m looking for. There must be some mistake. And four you’re really beautiful when you’re angry.”

“What?” she said stunned. “I’m not what you’re looking for? You know what? I think this interview is over.”

“Wait let me explain.”

“There’s no need Mr. Adams.”

As Brit turned she tripped on her heels. George caught her but her papers went flying everywhere. He helped her to get steady on her feet and then, bent down to retrieve them.

“I’ve got it,” she protested.

“It’s no problem,” he insisted.

“I can handle it,” she said stubbornly.

George ignored her and picked up several papers. Brit tried to yank the stack from George in defiance, stronger than she anticipated, and suddenly she found herself flat on her butt.

She gasped in shock and embarrassment. He bent down to help her, his face inches from her own.

“Why are you so difficult Brittany Spencer?” he asked.

“Why are you so insufferable?” she shot back.

“Why are you so stunning?” he said reaching over and brushing her cheek.

“Why are you…?” Brit trailed off breathlessly.

“You know since that night at the gallery you’ve crossed my mind so many times. I had to force myself not to go back there before you thought I was a stalker,” George said.

They both still sat on the floor, her scattered papers forgotten.

Brit suddenly lost her ability to speak. Her skin still tingled where he ran his finger against her skin. She swallowed and licked her lip subconsciously.

George moved closer to her, and took her face in his hands. He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against hers. Brit moaned and parted her lips involuntarily. His tongue traced the contours of her full lips as he deepened the kiss. Her tongue moved against his own. She got lost in the moment.

There was something exciting about sitting on the floor of his conference room kissing. Brit had forgotten all about her interview.  Suddenly she came to her senses.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as his fingers fumbled searching for her the hem of her blouse.

“I thought you wanted it,” George muttered.

“What? To have s*x with you in a conference room. I barely even know you,” she said embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. That was really unprofessional of me. Look let’s start over. I could use a receptionist if you really are looking for a job,” he stated.

“A receptionist?” she asked him.

“Well yes. I could always…”

“But I thought the position was staff writer,” she said confused.

“Your writing is really good and I would love to hire you but I think you’re in the wrong place. We’re not a newspaper. We’re a financial advisement firm,” he explained.

“So this is not Metro News Network?” Brit said shocked.

“No. I’m looking for a CPA. Not a writer.”

“Wonderful. I just wasted two hours at the wrong interview. Why didn’t you say something? Goodbye Mr. Adams,” she said flushing pink in embarrassment.

“Wait Brit. Don’t leave. Let me make a call and see if you can get your interview rescheduled,” he offered.

“No I don’t need your help,” she said.

“I have a lot of connections. I’m sure once I explain and tell them who I am they’ll reschedule,” he insisted.

“Are you serious? She said turning to look at him. He smiled back at her.

“Everyone has a price Brittany. They are a new publication I’m sure they could use a donation. For the miscommunication. I’m sure they’ll reschedule after that.”

“Oh my god. He is serious,” she said to herself.

“Did I do something wrong?” George questioned.

“What did you think I would forgive your…your inappropriateness because you offered me a job? Or paid someone to fix this mix-up?  You are so self-assured,” she spat.

“No that isn’t what I was doing,” he said standing. “Look can we start over?” 

“No. Goodbye Mr. Adams. Thank you for wasting my time,” Brit said angrily as she flung open the door and made her way to the elevators.

Finally, it came after what seemed an eternity. The nerve of him, she fumed. She pushed the button for the lobby. She really should try to find the Metro News floor but she was too flustered. Hopefully she could reschedule. She would just explain the situation.

As she walked to her car she realized that George Adams was a dangerous man. One she could easily lose control with. She had never acted so impulsively before but his touch sent shivers down her spine. There was just something about him. If she was being honest, the truth was she couldn’t stop thinking about him since that night either. So many times she had touched herself since then imagining it was his fingers touching her. Her lips burned where he had kissed her. He might have cost her the job and she never wanted something so much in her life. She just wasn’t sure if she meant the job or George Adams.