“Yes, yes, I see,” I said, frowning as if in thought. Global Exports was a small fry operation in Jersey and I couldn’t give a shit what anyone who worked for the city had to say. I forced my eyes to focus on the paper rather than her cleavage, which kept pulling at my eye like a magnet to steel. I looked up from the resume and smiled. “This looks very good. You seem well qualified.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m very good with computers and most Office programs. I’m also very good at time management, organization, scheduling…” She leaned into the desk and batted her eyelashes at me. “I also make a mean banana muffin.”
“I do love banana muffins,” I said. I kept smiling. I couldn’t stop smiling. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.
This girl was like a breath of fresh air, something this place – and my stale life -- could sorely use. I picked up her resume and pretended to read it again like I was rechecking some important point. Without looking at her, I asked, “So if you were chosen for the position (I’d like to choose a position for her) when could you start?”
“Well, since it’s already Friday afternoon, how about Monday?” she suggested, her pretty brow furrowed in thought.
“Monday will be fine,” I said, still staring at the resume without actually reading a word. “Are you busy tonight?”
I glanced up to find her frowning at me. A look of caution washed over her pretty face. “I’m sorry?”
I held up a hand and shook my head. “Let me rephrase that,” I said. “We’re having a little company get together tonight at my place. Sort of a going away party for the lady you’ll be replacing. I thought it might be a good chance for you to meet the rest of the crew before you start work Monday.”
Her smiled returned. Her eyes sparkled. “So, I got the job?”
I stood up and stuck out my hand again. “Miss Goodman, welcome to the team.”
Claire
Despite Ed’s argument to do so, I decided not to go to the interview with Sean O’Connor dressed like a whore. I did pull the miniskirt and red halter top out of the closet and tried them on, and I did look smoking hot thank you very much, but something told me that Sean wasn’t going to hire me based on the size of my tits and the bounce of my ass. He might want to fuck me, yes, but would he want me working for him dressed like that? I didn’t think so.
Everything I knew about Sean O’Connor told me that, when he wasn’t whoring in the clubs, he was the ultimate professional in the office. I would dress like a slut if I was approaching him at a club, but not at his office.
So, I compromised and wore a professional gray suit which fit me perfectly in all the right places without being overtly slutty.
I did pin the pencil skirt up a couple of inches so it fell mid-thigh rather than at my knees. The way Sean was checking me out when I walked into the office told me I’d made the right decision to make.
The interview went faster than expected and better than I’d hoped. The fake resume worked like a charm and Sean was clearly flirting with me throughout the interview. If he had called the references listed there he would have been told what a valuable addition I would be to his team, but I knew he wouldn’t bother. I had the job. I knew it the moment I sat down and my eyes locked with his.
I also knew that we were beginning what would be a very interesting relationship. I couldn’t explain it, but I could just feel it in my bones.
With any luck, I could join his little team, hack into the office computers, and find evidence we could use to bring Sean and Patsy O’Connor’s playhouse tumbling down.
Sean said he would text me his address and looked forward to seeing me around eight. I thanked him for the opportunity to work with him, shook his hand, and tried not to click my heels together as I left the room.
I did shake my ass a little as I sashayed out the door. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to see if he was watching. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass like a laser beam
I waited until I was safely in my car and headed to the station before calling Ed to let him know that I’d just gotten a job. I did not mention that I had been invited to Sean’s apartment for a dinner party. I’d wait and spring that one on Ed in person so he could give me the requisite lecture.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little excited about spending time with Sean O’Connor, in more ways than one.
I knew Sean O’Connor’s invitation to a going away party for Boozie Hamilton was just a ruse to get me alone. I knew that there would be no other guests at his apartment when I showed up, which was just fine with me.