Page 4 of Anything To Be With You

"Did Erin not inform you? I spoke with her yesterday." Carrie says with a small frown.

"Erin never mentioned it when I talked to her. I’m revoking her best friend card. Pain in my ass redhead," I grumble with a pout as I glance Carrie’s way.

She giggles and I smile.

Carrie continues. "Luke wants to see how you interact with other people. Then he will conduct a one-on-one interview."

I purse my lips. The last time I was part of a group interview, it was for a retail job back in high school. Before I got pregnant.

"Would you like a coffee or water?" she asks, smiling at me sweetly.

"You don’t happen to have Rum here by chance?" I question jokingly.

Kind of.

Carrie laughs. "Unfortunately, no. Although, it would make the day more entertaining for me."

I like her, she’s fun.

"Water is fine," I answer with a smile.

Carrie hurries off down the hallway that forks off from the waiting area and through a door to what I’m assuming is the staff room, although I don’t see much staff. Just Carrie and two other men. I look around the office as I wait for the interview.

It’s a cold-looking office. Open concept waiting area with light gray walls and dark hardwood flooring. The odd painting and plant scattered about the space and a couple of large windows along the side walls that let's in quite a bit of light.

The hallways branches off in two directions, kind of in an L shape. The left side leads to a large office with a desk that sits just outside of it. Blinds cover the windows of the office that face into the primary office. There are also two smaller offices on the left side of the hallway with a door between them and straight ahead there's a large meeting room and the staff room.

I glance over at the large meeting room; one side of the double doors is open and there’s Luke Archer, the man who could be my future boss. Holy motherfucking shitballs, he’s even better looking in person than in all the pictures I found of him online.

Golden skin complements his dirty blond hair, cut short on the sides, a bit longer on the top. Along with a strong jaw, angular cheekbones, and kissable lips. His suit jacket is open, exposing wide shoulders and a thick chest underneath a gray button-down shirt.

My pulse races, my hands become clammy and my body flushes.

Dear God, this is so not good.

I fire Erin a quick text.

Me: Just saw Luke. I need a change of panties

He glances up and our eyes meet. I suck in a shallow breath, reach up and begin playing with a strand of my honey-blonde hair. His eyes are questioning as he looks me over, then raises an eyebrow and I return it. His lips tense into a thin line before he looks back down at his laptop.

My phone dings in my hand.

Erin: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! You horny bitch

"Here you are, Ms. Carter," Carrie says, snagging my attention and handing me a bottle of water.

"Thank you and call me Dani." I answer. I open the bottle and take a long drink, my throat’s feeling like the Sahara Desert suddenly.

I chance another peek and meet his eyes again. However, this time when his eyes look me over, there’s heat in them. As if he finds me…beautiful. I must be seeing things. A man like him would never find me attractive. I look away quickly before I do something to humiliate myself.

Me: I’m not gonna lie, he gets me all worked up

I glance back towards the room, finding him still watching me.

Me: Sweet baby Jesus and Mother Mary, he is spectacular

The door opens and two tall, young women swagger in, talking, and laughing. I’m guessing they are the other interviewees. Carrie turns to them and before her mouth even opens, they both say, "Mocha latte, with soy milk." They sit next to me, giving me some nasty side eye.

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