Dancing To Your Tune

A Sizzling Interview

Gulf was nervously pulling at his tie seated at the lobby of Naverhill Ltd. After being rejected from five companies, his resolve was shaking terribly. He was worried about his rent next month and he was already cutting down on food. This was his sixth interview, hopefully he'll get somewhere today. After about an hour his name was called and he was shown to the office of man in charge. He hadn't bother to read a lot about the company. He usually did as it could help him in the interview but he had been too discouraged to even bother with it. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door and entered once an affirmation came from inside. Now it took a lot to leave Gulf speechless but the sight or more like the person in front of him rendered him speechless.

"W-What? Why are you here?"

"To take your interview. Now sit down." Mew said.

Gulf couldn't believe it was actually Mew in front of him. The man of his dreams. The love of his life. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating but it was too shocking for him to think clearly. Mew looked quite different in formal suit. It looked good on him no doubt but it made Gulf feel things he shouldn't be feeling during his interview of all things.

"Gulf, sit down. I won't repeat it for the third time."

The authority in Mew's voice did wonders to his fragile heart. He didn't know he had thing for dominating men but taking orders from Mew was definitely a kink for him. He took the offered seat and waited for Mew to say something. But it shocked him even more when Mew just went on with the interview like they didn't even know each other. Like they hadn't shared something meaningful.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Excuse me?" Mew raised an eye brow at Gulf's frowning face.

"You are going to just take my interview?"

"Isn't that what you came here for?"

"Yes but-"

"What?"

"Why are you acting like I'm just another one of the candidates?"

"Because you are." Mew looked at him like he was an idiot.

"But we slept together."

Mew hissed, "Gulf, stop shouting. Do you want the entire floor to hear? And we did not sleep together. Not in that context and you freaking know it."

Gulf continued, "Did you already move on?"

"Move on? Are you freaking delusional? We don't even know each other. What's there to move on from?"

"I thought-"

"I don't care what you thought. Do you want to give your interview? If no, then please leave. I don't have time to waste on you."

Gulf felt hurt which was ridiculous because a part of him understood where Mew was coming from and to be honest it was perfectly normal reaction. Mew wasn't the one acting weirdly. It was him. He was the one being overly emotional and clingy about it all. This was so unlike him that he didn't know how to deal with it. He liked Mew. Plain and simple as that. Having your crush regard you with such blatant dislike was painful. Didn't Mew find him even a bit attractive? Like why wouldn't you take up someone who would offer themselves up so readily? It just didn't make sense to him. People may call him self obsessed but could you blame him? Mew was a fine specimen and Gulf was dying for a taste.

"So?" Mew asked impatiently.

"What do I have to do for you to hire me?"

"Give your interview like a professional person."

"I could highlight my skills that weren't appropriate enough to be mentioned in the resume if you want."

Mew sighed, "What are you trying to do?"