Made For Sin

Meeting Mystery

"Mystery," I mumble so little under my breathe, I could barely hear my own voice.
And this motherfucker has a wife too, fuck him

He suddenly mask his face with a neutral expression.
"I'll take the interview from here" I take in deep breathes to control my breath, i can't get angry now, I need this job more than anything, and I can't let my anger ruin it. I see the game he's trying to play right now, he's definitely pretending not to know me.

"Your name," he says without even looking at me, "Saraphina Johnson"
"Any experience working as a personal assistant"

"Not really"
"You have to be specific, Miss Johnson" he's finally looking at me now. Why the hell is he looking irritated?

"No sir,"
"Your qualifications"
"I have a secretariat degree from Harvard,"
He nods his head slowly
"Your age"
I'm taken aback by his question
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Your age, you're not deaf, are you?" I'm getting irritated slowly, and if I explode, this man is definitely not going to like me

"27"
"Last job"
"Secretary at Global Ltd"
"When last did you work?"
"A year and a half ago,"
"Why did you leave?" I'm suddenly unable to breathe, I should have known even before this interview that I would be asked this particular question: What do I say.

"Miss Johnson," his voice brings me back to earth
"I moved cities." he gives me a very long look, as if he could read me, could he? I mean, I'm not entirely lying to him.

"Are you married?" What is with this husband and wife asking me if I am married, or he thinks everyone is like him who sleeps around when they have a wife, I almost said that out loud.
"How is this related to my interview" he closes his eyes shortly and then stares at me, "I don't accept married women as my PA's, I need someone who is ready to travel around at all time without any unnecessary family excuse"

That better be his only reason for asking this, "I'm not married, sir." I put more emphasis on the married.

"Alright, that would be all," he says finally.

What am I supposed to do now, stand up and just go, or ask him about what happened six months ago. I take the former option and then stand up to leave.

I stop at the door and turn to look at him, "Do i have the potential to pass this interview?" I really need this job, and I don't want anything spoiling it.

He takes off his glasses and sits up, "with no experience, why do you think I would employ you" I'm suddenly loosing my breathe again, what do I say, how do I convince him.

"Ermm... " why am I stuttering, the way he's staring at me doesn't help my stuttering, "because I am the best employee you'll get out there, I always put my work first before any other thing, and I also think a secretary and a personal assistant have a lot of in common, and I am very good at being a secretary"

He's quiet, and I feel embarrassed now. Oh shit! I turn the door knob and then I'm sprinting out of the office. Holy shit!

As soon as I get into the cab, I dial Bel's number. She picks on the second ring
- [ ] Me: IJustmetthemanfromlastsixmonthsatmyjob
- [ ] Bel: slow down, Phina, in a more human language, could you tell me what you just rattled
- [ ] Me: (I take in a deep breath) I just met the man from the last six months at my job
- [ ] Bel: what? Is he like a worker there? What the hell was he doing there
- [ ] Me: he's the COO
- [ ] Bel: OH MY DAYS, girlll, you hit the jackpot, so did you guys like make out, did he jump your bones or did he like throw you ...
- [ ] Me: Can you just shut up!
- [ ] Bel: C'mon, can't a girl at least fantasize, what's with the sour mood
- [ ] Me: He's married
(The line is dead for a while)
- [ ] Me: Did you hear me
- [ ] Bel: I did, I did, I'm just trying to get my head around this. And you know this how?
- [ ] Me: well, when I got there, I met this woman and I thought she was the COO at first, but turns out she's his wife and tried to do the interview herself. I'm thinking she may know the man is a cheating ass
- [ ] Bel: damn! That is a lot of drama, girl
- [ ] Me: I know right, right now, I'm just hoping I get the job
- [ ] Bel: Do you still want to work under him after all this?
- [ ] Me: I need the job, and it's not like I'm going to have anything to do with a married man. It's not my style. I'm just hoping
- [ ] Bel: I don't think that's such a good idea
- [ ] Me: well, what could possibly happen. I've got to go, I'm almost at my gate, I'll talk to you later, yeah
- [ ] Bel: alright, bye.

I instantly slide down my door as soon as I close it behind me, I pull at my hair and just scream, JUST PERFECTTTT.
The one man, I keep dreaming and thinking about six whole freaking month straight, is married, and then he may be my potential boss soon. Could my life be any more messier and dramatic.

I peel the clothes off my body right there and then drop my bag at the entrance and head straight to the shower.

I let the water cascade down my face and slowly run along my tits down my body. I close my eyes, and I'm already seeing him behind my closed eyes.

My hands gently find my breast, and I'm grabbing it in a firm grip, I begin to imagine him leaving kisses down my neck and then sucking the flesh between my neck and collar bone. I massage my breast faster now, putting more pressure on my tits, I moan out as he slides his hand down my ass and then grabs them in a firm grip. I find his face and smash my lips into his and he devours my lips, his kisses are sloppy and stretched, he raises one of my legs to his waist, I secure it firmly there, his hand hovers over my ass, and with one quick motion he slaps it, my body is practically shivering from ecstasy, his long fingers enter my wet pussy and then he starts pumping his hand in and out. I grab on to his shoulders as his fingers go faster, my breathing becomes harboured and short.

My tits are hard and need attention, is like he senses it because the next thing I know, he captures my breast in his mouth and he starts sucking, I start moaning out loud as I close my legs tightly, "spread for me, love" his voice is slutty and seductive

"Grrrrr," I open my eyes and gasp, i stagger back, and my body hits the cold tiles behind me. Oh shit! This is not good, I'm already daydreaming about him. How am I supposed to work for him if I'm chosen.
My phone goes off again, and with my drenched body, I rush to the hall, rummage through my bag, and pick up the call without even checking

- [ ] Unknown: Am I speaking to Miss Saraphina Johnson ?
- [ ] Me: Yes, this is she
- [ ] Unknown: I'm glad to let you know that you've been chosen for the position of personal assistant
- [ ] Me: Wait, what! Just like that, that was so quick
- [ ] Unknown: ummm
- [ ] Me: I'm sorry, please, when am I starting
- [ ] Unknown: You're starting next week Monday, you have to be here at 8:00 am prompt
- [ ] Me: I'll be there, thank you so much
- [ ] Unknown: you're welcome

I jump up and down in exciting and punch the air multiple times. My eyes are already filled with tears. Finally, I'm getting a job, one step at a time, I need a job to be focused.

My mood instantly changes as I remember what just happened in the shower, I have to put myself together and get that man out of my fucking head, he's bad news, for Christ sake he's married. But why does my body want him so much

It feels so immoral just to have sexual thoughts about him. This shit is driving me crazy

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