Pitch Black

Pitch Black [2]

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My black high heels made a click clocking noise as I walked to the front desk. I hope I look very professional today by wearing a black business-like dress. My hair was perfectly curled as well.

"Good Evening, My name is Harper James and I'm here for an interview." I stated to lady who was wearing a black and white suit.

"Good Evening" She looked from her laptop and smiled at me.

"Ms. Amy, here will led you to your destination." She said as a lady with black hair approach me.

"Thank you" I smiled.

"My pleasure" She returned the gesture.

The black haired lady led me down the hall and in an glass elevator.

"Just press number 34 and it will send you to Mr. Black's office." She spoke.

I did what she instructed and the elevator door closed. I started to feel very nervous.

I'm going to see Mr. Black. Oh my Gosh! I hope I look presentable enough for his liking despite the fact that he seems upset from when I first saw him.

The elevator came to a sudden stop and opened. I stepped out the elevator and nervously entered a ridiculously huge room.

"What do you mean that the orders been delayed?" Mr. Black stern as he held his phone tightly.

This is obviously a bad time. He seems really upset and pissed, which made me more nervous than I already was. I was about to ditch the interview and lied to the lady at the front desk. I would have told her that I have to attend a funeral for she have no other choice but to reschedule. But unfortunately, Mr. Black's eyes burned into mines.

"Yes... Yes" He respond to the person on the phone while his eyes never left mines.

He grinned at me and I looked away bashfully once again. When I looked back at him, his eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched, which startled me.

"Jim, just reorder the items. Make sure it arrived before next week Saturday." He said on the phone and rest it on his black shiny wooden desk; next to some paperwork.

"Miss James" He smoothly said my name. "Please take a seat."

I slowly walked towards the black leather couch and sat down. He stared at me for a while, which seems like forever. I started to feel very uncomfortable that my body stiffens and I crossed my legs. A smirk instantly plastered on his face as he rose from his chair. As he walked towards the couch, I couldn't help, but admire his figure. He sat next to me and relaxed.

"Why are you so stiff Miss James?" He grinned.

"I'm just a little uneasy. That's all." I simply replied.

"Just relax Miss James. I guarantee that you wouldn't be answering any uncomfortable or inappropriate questions." He smiled showing his pearly whites.

I took a deep breath and relaxed my body trying to regain equanimity. After I was finally calm, the interview began.

"What are your hobbies?" He asked.

"My hobbies are swimming, reading novels, and watching movies. I don't really do much things." I replied.

"Why is that Miss James?" He titled his head slightly, which I think is very very sexy.

"I'm not an outgoing person. I mainly cuddle up in my bedsheets with a bowl of popcorn and watch Netflix." I explained.

"Well, that's going to change." He mumbled, which I didn't quite heard.

"Since you want to work here at Black Inc., what is your favorite genre of books?" He asked.

"My favorite genre are romance, teen fiction, realistic fiction, werewolf, and vampire." I stated.

"So, I'm guessing your a fan of Twilight." He said, raising one eyebrow.

"Mr. Black, all because I like werewolf and vampire books it doesn't mean that I'm a fan of Twilight. I'm not saying that I don't like it. It just that I'm not oozed about it." I reasoned with him.

"I see Miss James." He responded.

He started to think deep in thought which result in an awkward silence. To past some time, my eyes wandered around his office. White laced curtains were handed by the window of course. Six wooden bookshelves of the incorporation fine work of published books were placed against the white wall. Two filing cabinets were in the corner. Also, his office had a connected room, which seems to be the printing room.

After a few seconds, finally, Mr. Black broke the silence by talking.

"Miss James, Are you innocent?" He asked me, looking straight into my eyes.

"Well, Mr. Black I'm not really that innocent. I'm human. I've got into trouble sometimes and all." I stated.

"That's really good to know Miss James, but that's not the kind of innocent I mean." He said.

"I don't rarely use profanity or stuck up my middle finger." I explained.

"Nope, that's not the kind of innocent I mean either." He responded with a grin. "Are you a virgin Harper?" He said huskily.

There it is again. This is the second time he said (or text) my name. Also, that question itself send chills speeding down my spine.

"Yes, I am a virgin." I said as redness filled my cheeks.

"Well, not for long" He mumbled, which I quite didn't heard again.

I wonder if he's a virgin, but I assumed that he's isn't from his mysterious and striving personality.

"Are you a virgin physically or mentally?" He asked with interest.

"Are you a virgin physically or mentally?" I repeated with confusion.

"Are you a virgin physically means that you haven't had sex in your life. Are you a virgin mentally means that you don't have a dirty and negative mind." He explained.

"I'm a virgin both mentally and physically. Would that be a problem? Am I suppose to b-" I panicked nervously, but stopped when his long index finger connected with my lips.

"Shh Harper. Calm Down." He cooed and run his finger down my lips. My heart quickened from his sudden gesture.

He leaned forward, really forward that I could smell his minty breath.

"Your a very fascinating person Miss James." He whispered against my lips.

He moved back in his regular position and I tried my best to catch my breath. This man is seriously has an affect on me.

"Miss James" He spoke as he stand up. "Your interview is over. You can leave now." He said as he put out his right hand.

I managed to nod my head and took his hand, which engulfed my small one. I stand up and we made our way to the first floor. Mr. Black walked me out the building and to my silver Honda, which my both parents brought me as my graduation gift.

I pressed the unlock button on my car keys. He opened the door for me and I entered the car.

"Thanks." I simply said to him.

"No problem." He replied. "I'm going to send you a text stating whether or not you get the job." He added.

"Alright." I said as I started the engine.

He stepped away from the car and smiled at me.

"Bye Miss James" He smirked and stuck his hands into his pocket.

"Bye Mr. Black" I smiled.

Once again, I can't get my mind off of the interview or mostly about Mr. Black.

What A Day!