A Hunger to Share ( Book One )

chapter 46

Oliver Stummvoll, Austrian model, as Artyom

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James     

"I'm not sure Mr Hans would appreciate that." James said politely, following him.

"Why wouldn't he?" The intimidating man said without looking at him, and walked down the hallway towards another door.

"Well he was the one who was supposed to interview me..." James said nervously.

"Like I said, I'll do it. Unless you want to be interviewed with Hans inside you."

James choked. "What!? No sir. Of course not. I mean I appreciate..."     

"If you still want the job, I'll be more than happy to do the interview, and don't worry. It'll be professional."

"I'm a little confused right now."

"There's no need for confusion. Hans, and I run this place together. When he's too busy doing something, or someone, I take care of things." He explained.

"Oh I see."

Everything was going so, so wrong.

"It's quiet all right." The beautiful man finally stopped, and opened the door for James. "after you." 

"Thank you." James entered the office, and looked around.

It was identical to Hans's, with a desk, a couch, and a wooden caupboard in the corner, but much, much tidier. It also smelled of insence rather than sweat, and come.

The man went to his desk, and sat down on a swiveling black chair, then motioned for James to take a seat on the couch. "I'm Artyom. And you are?"

He had such beutiful hair. It looked like solid moonlight.

"James Miller..." He cleared his throat. "about what happened..."

"I apologize for Hans's behaviour. He can be insensitive sometimes..."

"Speak for yourself asshole." The man in question smirked from the doorway, and walked towards the desk, leaning against it. "Everyone loves me."   

"Only one part of you." Artyom said with a straight face.

James hid his laugh with a cough.

"Well fuck you too." Hans stuck his tongue out at Artyom.

James smiled at their banter. They reminded him of Jack, and himslf, although he didn't think they were brothers.

"We'll continue this conversation later." Artyom told Hans in a firm tone. "after we're done interviewing Mr Miller."

"Fine." Hans rolled his eyes, and pouted.

"Why do you want this job?" Artyom's sharp, stormy gray eyes were fixed on James.

James tried not to lose focus of the question. "I..."

"We'll get to that later. The important question is wheather, or not you're straight?" Hans gave him a once over.

James frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"