Page 11 of Master Heimdall

If I hadn’t needed these things done in real time, then it would have been tempting to not give her enough information, thereby making the task impossible. For my sanity alone, a huge part of me wanted her to fail, an out of sight, out of mind type of thing. It would be better if she failed, and miserably, so I could write her off and never think of her again.

Okay, there was little to no possibility of me never thinking about the red-headed vixen again. I just wouldn’t have to worry about work becoming awkward and pursue her privately, maybe talk her into doing a scene with me at the club. If she didn’t work for me, then it was game on. I could find out from Mari if Rose might be interested in visiting the club and doing a scene.

What was she into? I couldn’t imagine Marissa being close friends with someone completely vanilla. With my luck, my intuition was way off, and she would be a Domme like my friend and utterly uninterested in anything I could offer. Actually, it would be better if she was a Domme. Then I could hire her and get my wayward cock back under control with images of Rose trying to lock him up in a cage. The shiver that went down my spine was enough to kill the semi I’d been sporting for the last hour.

My computer beeped with the notification that someone had walked into our front office. It was 1:55 p.m., which would mean it was most likely Rose. With a quick click, I brought up the cameras for that area and unmuted the sound.

Rose looked as put together as she’d been this morning for her interview. I wondered what she had been doing for the last few hours. Had she gone home and freshened up before coming back? The idea of her standing naked in her bathroom, applying lotion to bare flesh sent a signal to my cock.

Down boy! This isn’t the time to make your interests known.

Great, now I was talking to my cock like a total rookie.

She walked with a confidence that made an observer think that not only did she belong here but that she’d been around long enough to be comfortable. Was she really a good actress, or was she actually that sure she was going to get the job? To my surprise, our usually stern receptionist, Yula, perked up and seemed happy to see Rose again.

“This is for you, an almond milk caramel macchiato.” Rose handed over the drink to our secretary with a smile. Her voice was rich and clear, coming through my computer’s speakers.

“Oh my goodness, how did you know this is my favorite?” Yula took the drink, surprise evident on her face. “How incredibly kind of you, Rose.”

How had she known?

“When I came in earlier, I noticed one on your desk. I read the label. When I stopped to get myself a Chai, I figured I’d grab one for you as well, and you’re very welcome, Yula.”

“Thank you. You are the best.” Yula was practically bubbling over with enthusiasm and gratitude.

I’d underestimated Rose, she was way more resourceful then I’d given her credit for. Being observant was one thing, but adding in tactics to get Yula on her side was pure brilliance. A grudging smile lifted my frown upside down.

“My pleasure. Should I go down to the meeting room? I can find it on my own this time so you don’t have to bother Lincoln.”

Yula took a sip of her coffee and let out a contented sigh. “Mr. Dakos wants to see you in his office. It’s down the hall, take a right, and it’s the last office at the end.”

“Thanks!”

Rose walked past Yula, the sexy sway of her hips tempting me like a siren's call. If I didn’t know better, I’d peg Rose as being a woman who liked to be watched.

I closed out of the video feed and tried to gather my thoughts. I needed to treat her as a potential future employee, and not one I wanted to see naked. Her knock on my door was clear and confident.

“Come in.” I pretended to read a document on my computer as she entered the room all while watching her for the slightest reaction. I didn’t know why it was important to me, but I wanted to know what she thought of my office. Ignoring her for a moment gave her the opportunity to check things out.

While the furniture was made of the same dark wood as the rest of the items in the office, I’d turned the walls and space into a high-tech dream. Large monitors currently displayed artwork as if they were paintings, but with a click of my mouse, I could quickly shift to any of our active missions.

I gave her a moment to take everything in before I closed out of the file and stood. Rose had a good poker face but I could tell by her slightly widened eyes and the way she was slowly taking in every item in the room that she was surprised.

“Welcome back, Ms. Dodds, and thank you for accommodating us on such short notice.”

“Us?” She looked around as if she thought Colin was in here somewhere hiding.

“Us, meaning the greater us at G&H.” I smiled and gestured to the chair in front of my desk. “Please take a seat. Can I get you anything?”

“No thank you.” She sat and crossed her legs in a way that was probably supposed to be professional, but my mind wandered down dirtier paths. Those sexy stems of hers wrapped in silk cord, tied to a fuck machine that had her throwing her head back and those plump lips parting as she let out a moan of pleasure.

I sat back in my office chair and directed my mind to the reasons we were here. Rose looked over my desk like she was admiring fine art. It was an impressive piece of furniture that had taken professional movers with specialized equipment to get it in the building. Though technically constructed from several pieces of wood it had been designed to look as if it had been carved from one massive log. I noticed her gaze caught on the single photo I kept on my desk. It was taken a dozen years ago on one of our rare get togethers.

With a smile, I picked up the focus of her attention. “It was a good day. We were celebrating the opening of Midgard. We were still young and optimistic. Colin and Lincoln hadn’t yet enlisted and we were still riding on the glory of graduating college.”

She seemed surprised by me opening up and sharing with her. “You all look happy,” she offered as if suddenly uncomfortable with the topic.

“You’ve met Colin and Lincoln. This is Erik.” I pointed him out in the picture. “I don’t know if Marissa told you, but the clubs were his idea. Turned out to be one of our best investments. This is Noah. That’s Jared, the one all in black, and beside him is Declan, who was our fearless leader back in college. And, of course, you know Marissa.”

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