Page 1 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Here you are,Ms. Grant. He’s inside waiting for you.” The receptionist smiled politely while I returned the favor.
“Thank you.”
“Sure thing.” She walked away as I read the gold plate attached to the door.
A. West.
Nervousness coursed through me, and I released the breath I was holding. Walking into a multi-million-dollar company with a bachelor’s degree in business management, gave me the confidence I needed to nail this interview.
Nonetheless, I was told by Jennifer, my best friend who worked in the media department here atAromatique Designz by A. West, that Mr. Avery West was an asshole.
I’d met an asshole or two in my day, even dated one for two years, so I was confident that I could handle him. I had to endure whatever energy he was bringing because I needed this job.
It’d been two years since I graduated college and had to pay back all the student loans I had accumulated during my last two years at Albany State. There was no way I could fumble this interview. I had already bullshitted for two years to use my degree, fucking around with a nobody who swore I didn’t need to work.
Worst mistake.
I took a deep breath, hoisted my satchel on my shoulder, then gave the door three taps as I waited for him to answer. When I didn’t get an immediate answer, I knocked again. Still no reply.
What the hell? That receptionist said he was inside waiting for me.
As I raised my hand to knock again, his deep voice projected and finally told me to enter.
I turned the knob and walked inside the plush office that showed the city’s picture-perfect skyline. My eyes then went to the right of me, seeing the muscular figure in the chair facing the floor-to-ceiling window. I was almost sure he was admiring the tranquil vision of the setting sun.
Since Jen told me he had been busy interviewing and taking meetings, this evening’s interview was my only opportunity to sell myself to get hired.
I stood in the center of the office, waiting for him to acknowledge my presence. I counted to twenty in my head, and still, he had yet to give me any attention.
Iknow his ass knows I’m standing here!
Clearing my throat, I straightened my spine and spoke. “Hi, I’m Layne Gr?—”
“Have a seat, Ms. Grant.”
Well damn, rude ass. Just shut me up.
It felt like I was walking a mile just to get to his desk. I was so busy looking at the back of his chair, hoping he’d prove me wrong about the asshole moniker he’d been dubbed with, that I missed there was an incline.
I heard him say, “Watch your?—”
Too late.
“Whoo!” I yelped. My body crashed into the ceramic floor, and my portfolio of documents spilled out of my satchel.
“Step,” he finished.
Out of all the days to be clumsy, it had to be today.
Why me?
I felt around on the floor for my glasses that flew off my face, because I was literally blind and couldn’t hear a thing without them, when a blurry image of a hand reached down and retrieved them. He placed them on my face, and the clear vision of a handsome, mocha latte colored, brown-eyed man squatting before me made the blood rush to my cheeks and pearl.
Gahdamn! Jen didn’t tell me he was this fine!
My nipples pebbled at the thought of him wrapping those beautiful lips around them.
Layne, get it together!
