Frost Bite

Good Morning Sir

"Mr Laufeyson will see you now" the receptionist smiled at her and indicated a door to the right. Amy stood and smoothed down her skirt nervously, taking a few deep breaths. This was her first interview in a good few years.  She was happy where she was, but working for Laufeyson & Co? That was a chance to good to pass up.  Her current Boss, Mr Odinson, had encouraged her.  Thor was a kind man, always looking to help his staff be the best versions of themselves and he had actively suggested she try for the PA position.  

"Do you want rid of me?" she'd asked that fateful afternoon "I thought I did a good job here?  You've never had reason to complain have you?" she was flattered and confused in equal measure.

"No Amy, never.  I really don't want to lose you but I think my br.. Mr Laufeyson... is exactly the kind of opportunity you need.  It will take you in career paths you could only dream of here.  Please, go with my blessing and good wishes" he'd hugged her and the subject was closed.  

Now, a week later, after a great deal of soul searching, she was here.  The interview was about to begin. She nodded across, 

"Thanks - I think! Wish me luck!" 

She walked to the door, knocking briefly she turned the handle and walked in.  She'd heard all about Loki Laufeyson, CEO and founder of Laufeyson & Co. His reputation preceded him, even if the details of what exactly his company did, did not. Handsome, charming, very demanding but fair and a good employer. Terms and conditions were the stuff of gossip and envy.  Staff rarely left and those that did, refused to disclose much other than they would go back in a heartbeat. She thought, with her years of experience at boardroom level, she was prepared for pretty much anything.

How wrong she was.

She walked in and the room was unlike anything she had ever seen before.  Well, not in an office anyway.  The walls were dark green damask, the drapes, the same green but in velvet edged with gold.  The floor was polished ebony and the furniture dark mahogany.  The room was lit by several gold lamps scattered around, giving off an air of unwavering confidentiality.  Whatever went on in this room, it seemed, stayed in this room.  For a second she stood, her eyes becoming accustomed to the lower light.  She realised the blinds were almost drawn, their pale linen allowing only a filter of sunlight to brighten this otherwise intimate cocoon.  Dust particles danced in the shafts of light, entrancing her.  She was brought back into the room at the sound of a voice.  A cultured, sensuous, male voice. 

"Good Morning Amy, please sit my dear" the voice seemed to emanate from the air itself.  For a second she couldn't see anyone then, from the shadows of the corner of the room, a desk, a large mahogany desk, became visible to her.  Behind it, sat Loki Laufeyson. 

She couldn't help but stare, he was more stunning than she had imagined.  And she'd imagined a great deal.  Alabaster skin, cheekbones to die for, long raven hair to just below his shoulders and dear God his eyes - like pools of emerald fire.  She only saw him for an instant but his face seemed to have been in her head forever.  He smiled and stood, walking round the desk to greet her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Amy, I've heard good things about you." he purred and extended an elegant hand and she fired up enough brain cells to respond in kind.  

"Good Morning Sir" she replied, astonished the husky voice that came out was actually hers.  As his hand enveloped hers, it was cool and strong.  He was tall, really tall - over six feet - and lithe.  By the cut of his expensive pin stripe suit - Gucci? she mused briefly - and the way his white shirt stretched over his chest beneath the waistcoat she could tell he took care of himself.  She found herself instantly wanting to see what was underneath that shirt for herself.  She blushed at the thought and she was aware a ghost of a smile passed over his face. 

"Please, call me Loki and make yourself comfortable so we can talk.  I'd like to think this will be a conversation rather than an interview - so much more agreeable , don't you think?" he smiled now and his eyes locked onto hers briefly.  The way he growled 'more' made her stomach clench and her breath hitch. 

Without even thinking, she breathed "Oh yes, I'd like that very much." It was out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop it and before she had a chance to be embarrassed he smiled again and keeping hold of her now trembling hand, he guided her to a couple of chairs next to his desk.

"Please"  he indicated she should sit and he took the other one, sitting legs apart, arms on the arm rests in an open display of dominance.  She could barely breathe as she looked at his hands draped over the ends and instantly had an image of them draped around her neck.  He was mesmerising.

"Now, Amy, tell me all about yourself.  I think if I am to be your boss, I need to know everything don't you?  No secrets Amy, that IS the secret to a good relationship don't you think?  Open to everything." his eyes never left hers and she nodded, swallowing.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she scrabbled to regain her composure.  She failed.  As he sat, he moved so his chin rested on one hand, fingers rubbing his lips as he relaxed and she started to talk.  She didn't stop until he smiled and raised a hand,

"Your work is exemplary, I already know that or you wouldn't be here.  What I want to know about it YOU Amy, all your thoughts and dreams and desires" he purred the last word and her mind went into freefall.  His voice was like hot chocolate, like a velvet hug, like... she couldn't put into words how she felt.  But feel she did.  Something had a hold of her mind and body and she felt compelled to tell him her every desire.  EVERY desire and that now included him. It was almost as if he had possessed her mind, commanded her very being as he gazed into her widening eyes.

"I see. " he said at last as she finished baring her soul to him, without remorse, without shame.  All she could think of was him. "So you desire me do you?  You want me to be yours as well as your boss? "

She nodded mutely, unable to form the words.

"Tell me Amy" he commanded and she could do nothing but obey.

"Yes I want you."  she said, everything inside her screaming and on fire.

"Say my name" he added in a hoarse whisper

"I want you Loki" she said, her breath ragged and her heart racing.  All pretence in her mind this was a job interview gone, this was far, far more and she wanted it. All of it.  

"Very well Little One, come here and I will show you exactly what you will be getting yourself into." he beckoned to her and without hesitation she stood and crossed to him.  Sitting her down on his lap, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her, she fell against him, her hands feeling his muscled chest and he pulled the hair away from her neck.  He leant forward, he smelt of mint and spice and lust. Her lust. 

She closed her eyes as she felt his lips seal onto her neck, his perfect sharp white teeth nipping the skin gently, she moaned and her hands gripped his arms as he sucked her throat. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, she felt her eyes roll back in her head and lost herself as she came undone at his touch.  As she panted and moaned he bit her harder and... 

The alarm went off.

Sweating and shaking she sat up, clutching the spot where his teeth had been only moments before.  Good God in heaven where the fuck had THAT all come from?  And how in the holy hell was she ever going to face him at her interview today?