“I am not sure if you’d call me a loner… I love to read,” I mentally sighed after the words left my mouth, and I realized that I’d yet again gave an example of something I do alone. This was torture, but I quickly tried to recover by adding, “And I do yoga on a regular basis.” At least that was a group activity… right?
This shit happened when I got nervous. I just blabbed in circles. I wondered if I should ask what his hobbies were, anything to get the focus away from me. I wondered if sex could be considered a hobby, because with this man you could totally enjoy that kind of hobby. I felt tingling between my legs, and I shifted uncomfortably.I shall not think thoughts like that!I scolded myself. Maybe this is happening because of my long term abstinence practice. After all, how many times did Betty warn me about it? I could just imagine myself sending Betty a GIF of a woman banging her head against the wall… or maybe a GIF of me ravishing a man might be more appropriate right now because I was totally in the mood. Totally not appropriate!
Through the fog in my brain, I noticed shadows coming through his window, and I abruptly stood up. He did the same and came around the desk. I noted the time, and I was horrified at how long I’d stayed.
“That would be all,” he announced in his deep voice. “I think I’ve taken enough of your time.”
I took a step and would have fallen straight onto my face if he hadn’t caught me in his arms. I had no idea how he managed to move so fast and so gracefully but he steadied me up on my legs.
“You okay?” he asked, looking at me. His chest was so hard, his muscles flexing under my palms. I realized my hands were gripping his shoulders, and I quickly let go, causing myself to lose balance again. Luckily he never let go of me so I was still standing up.
“Yes… yes… yes, just fine.” Oh my God, how many times do I have to say yes. “I’m so sorry,” I said again and I removed my hands from his body. I took a step back, away from him. This man was just too much. And I was behaving like some damn virgin! Or a complete wanton! It was switching up on me second by second.
“That will be all for today,” he said calmly. “Check in with my assistant outside, and you will hear from my office either way.”
I nodded and turned around, hurrying for the door and closing it firmly behind me. I let go of the breath I wasn’t aware of holding. I’d just made a complete fool out of myself. I pulled my hand through my hair, making it an even bigger mess. I was sure I had committed this bad habit constantly while I was interviewing too. Where did my famous calmness go?
I checked in with the receptionist at the front. “You alright?” she asked with worry in her voice.
“Ah, yes,” I said, my voice still a bit breathless. “Not the greatest interview.”
The old lady grinned. “I am sure it was better than you think.” She handed me a piece of paper and added, “This is a newsletter about our company. Just in case, if you want to read up and get an idea of what we are about. Either way, we’ll be in touch.”