Eternally Seduced(2)

     



 

Feeling like I had to say something or Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Be-True would  know how much he was affecting me, I added lamely, "I didn't mean to be  late."

"I know," he said, so nicely that it made me look at him. I inhaled  sharply when I saw how he was looking at me--the way his eyes took their  time to linger on my lips. It was like he wanted me to know he was  driving himself crazy wondering how my lips tasted.

I bit my lip.

His nostrils flared.

I hurriedly released my lip, realizing he might have thought I was being  deliberately provocative. I swung my seat back in, staring determinedly  at the wall across me. I had a hard time believing I just had some sort  of eye-sex with a near total stranger. A really mind-blowingly hot one  –   but still a stranger.

Who was still staring at me.

I gripped my armrests tightly, using them to anchor me in place and not turn towards him like his eyes were commanding me to.

A soft chuckle, then I heard the cushion of his seat squeaking a little as he turned to face the others.

"Now that we're all here, we can start the interview."

At his words, I swung my seat back in a second to face him. I gaped at him. Had I heard him correctly?

Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Be-True glanced at me, his grin no longer secretive but  wicked now. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to officially welcome you to  Kastein, Inc. Thank you for your interest in joining my company. I'm  delighted to see you all here." He all but purred the last pronoun out,  with a swift glance at my lips under his lashes as he spoke.

It had the most incredible impact on my body, and I could only silently  gasp in horror as I felt my nipples coming to life until they were  poking against the thick silk of my shirt.

I hurriedly grabbed my bag and placed it in front of me, but one glance  at the knowing gleam in the man's eyes told me I was too late.

Maybe  –  maybe I was too late all along. He took just one look at me and  he knew he could have me. Anywhere, anytime, any---oh God, what the hell  was I thinking?

"You're Yanna Everleigh?" He didn't wait for an answer and offered his  hand instead. "I'm Constantijin Kastein, and I will be interviewing you  today."

No wonder everyone was staring. No fucking wonder. He was a Kastein  –  a  board member at the very least. And I had taken the seat next to him  like I was going to interview the others, too, when I should have been  with them at the opposite side of the table.

Still drowning in a mental pool of embarrassment, I slowly took his  hand. His hand immediately gripped mine, but what made my eyes shoot up  to him incredulously was how he also managed to caress my fingers at the  same time.

He returned it with an innocent one of his own. "Since you're the last  one to arrive, I hope you understand that you will be the last one I'll  be interviewing one-on-one."

I could only nod dumbly. I hadn't even known there was going to be a  one-on-one. I was absolutely unprepared for it but right now, what I was  most worried about was how my nipples seemed to be knocking against my  blouse and begging for his attention. Worse, I also felt the heat of his  gaze burn through my blouse just before he looked back at the other  applicants. It was only for a second, but God! That second was something  I'd never forget  –  just that one look and he made me feel like he was  already cupping my breasts and sucking my nipples.

I clutched my armrests more desperately. It was all I could do to  control myself, knowing that if I crossed my legs, he would know I was  doing so because I was becoming wet for him. Oh dear, I was wet. For the  first time in my life I was wet between my legs and it had nothing to  do with taking a shower. It had everything to do with the man still  eye-humping me, and it was all I could do not to eye-hump him back.

How could a pair of silvery gray eyes be so powerfully seductive?

The nature of my thoughts made me want to drown myself longer in the  pool of embarrassment in my mind, now transformed into a sauna of utter  humiliation.

Constantijin Kastein.

He owned the company I was applying to and I hadn't even recognized him.  How could I be so dumb? And I was late for my interview, too. Why was I  even here?

Constantijin was still speaking, his voice deep and husky but his accent  less pronounced this time. And then he was handing out questionnaires.  He gave mine last, and our fingers not so accidentally  –  on his part  –   brushed. I bit back another gasp, aghast and just outright stunned at  how the merest touch from him could turn me on, more so than I already  was.

How was it that I had lived 24 years without even being tempted to watch  porn or masturbate and yet one look from this man was enough to make me  mentally pant for his touch? If I had to be ruthlessly honest with  myself, a part of me was even imagining what his cock would look like. I  didn't care about anyone else's  –  I just wanted to look at his.

My face burned with color at what I had just privately admitted to myself.

When he bent towards me, I tensed. "Relax," he said so softly that I  knew I would be the only one able to hear him. "I don't bite."

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, he added even more softly, "Not  unless you want me to. Starting with those lovely nipples of yours."

Ladies and gentlemen, as of 9:24 in the morning, on the 21st of  September, I have officially had my first orgasm  –  or something really  close to it. Trembling, I quickly turned away, my seat swiveling  completely so that he would only be able to see the back of my chair. I  had no plans responding  –  absolutely no plan at all since I knew  whatever I said, it wouldn't be able to hide how those words excited my  body, even as my mind recoiled from them.

Constantijin Kastein was like no one I knew  –  or even imagined knowing. I  would never have thought of any stranger saying something like that to  me; but when he did, it sounded terrifyingly right.

Ten minutes into the questionnaire and I could feel his gaze on me  again, more heated than ever. We both knew I was aware that he was  mentally undressing me with his gaze.

For a second, my fingers clenched around my Barbie-pink pen like a vise  –   the only thing I could do to release the weird and intense pressure  that the sexual tension between us had created inside of me.

"Cute pen," he said suddenly, startling me into dropping the said cute pen.

I stared in frustration at how that action had left an inch-long zigzag  mark on the middle of my answer sheet. Great  –  just darn great. Whoever  would end up checking this would be forgiven for thinking I might have  been doodling around because I was having a hard time answering their  questions.

"Thank you," I muttered, swiveling my seat towards him as I reluctantly  lifted my gaze to meet his, knowing I owed him that much. It was exactly  as I feared.

Constantijin held my gaze with his bright gray eyes  –  and claimed me  entirely through it. His seat swiveled as he faced me completely, our  knees bumping as he did. I could only swallow, knowing that everything  he did was a calculated move to seduce me  –  even though there were a  dozen of other people in the room with us.

With this kind of sexual tension  –  none of that really mattered.

"Is pink your favorite color?" Oh, dear Lord, that accent was so  sinfully sexy, too. It made me think of him with days-old stubble,  arousing me as he used its rough texture to tease my brea---

Where the hell were all these thoughts coming from?

Realizing he was still waiting for an answer, I nodded, not trusting  myself to speak. I wanted to turn away but knew it would be the height  of disrespect if I did. He was Constantijin Kastein of Kastein,  Incorporated, after all.

He inched even closer, and I tensed again when our knees bumped the  second time. Unable to bear another not-so-accidental encounter, I  swiveled my seat back and glanced determinedly down at my questionnaire  and answer sheet.

If I had thought that would dissuade him, it just seemed to have the  opposite effect. Constantijin actually inched closer  –  enough for his  breath to fan my cheek. As he spoke, I could feel his gaze caressing my  breasts. "Thank God the ink's not pink. That would be too much."

I gripped my pen tightly again. Damn him. It was him that was too  much … everything. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to tell him  off. But when I looked up, he was already busy talking with Bottle  Blonde, who  –  in complete contrast with how I felt  –  seemed more than  eager to have him seduce her. Or even vice versa. You could tell by the  way she was playing with the low neckline of her tight black dress, as  if she was trying to figure out how to make it "unintentionally" reveal  more of her already much-exposed cleavage. Any lower and she'd be  showing her nipples.

Constantijin asked us to return the Q&A sheets after a few minutes. I  slid mine on the table toward him, unwilling to have our fingers touch  again. I grabbed my bag, hoping I could leave right away so I would have  time to compose myself before the dreaded one-on-one interview.