His Other Woman

Chapter 6

My stomach felt like it dropped to my feet. My palms were already sweating and my feet glued to the ground.
"You're the vomit girl, right?" He asked, relaxing his back on the black leather seat. I strengthened my composure.

"Pardon? W-who is that?" I feigned ignorance. He cocks a brow.

"Aren't you the girl who threw herself at me at the club?" He asks with a straight face. Seriously? Is that how this asshole remembers me?

You literally threw yourself at him, you know that right? My inner self asks. I seriously don't know whose side she is on.

I know I threw myself at him, but coming from him, it sounds so freaking annoying. I mean I expect him to remember me as the sexy diva who left him speechless. Yeah, with her vomit. My inner self cuts in.

I snapped out of my thoughts when he furrowed his brows. "Uh.. no, I think you're mistaken" I said.

"No I'm not, it's you. You owe me $68,000 right?"

"No you're wrong. How can I owe that amount of money? My bank account has never smelled that kind of money before. I mean I don't even have a job yet" I replied almost immediately. He paused for a few seconds, looking at me suspiciously. My heart rate elevated at his silence.

The fact that he might recognize me and find out I was lying made me really nervous, because I don't have the money to pay him back for the suit.

"Okay then. Since you said you're not the girl from the club, it means I must be mistaken" He said. I let out a sigh of relief. He bought the lie, that was really close.

"So, what's your name?" He asks.

"My name is Aria Jones" I answered robotically.

"Well don't just stand there Miss Jones, have a seat" he said.

"Thanks" I replied before taking a seat in front of him.

"Here, fill out this form quickly" he demanded. I took the job application form and began filling in the basic details like education history, experience, interests, references etc.

After filling out the form, I handed it over to him. As he skims through the form, I took the chance to stare at him. Looking at him, he is just as handsome as I remembered. It should be fucking illegal to be this good looking.

"I see you've worked in quite a lot of companies in the past" he suddenly said.

I nod "Yes sir"

He puts down the form and looks at me. "So why did you leave those jobs?" He asks.

"Uh... Just personal reasons" I replied.

He hums "so will those personal reasons affect your job here as well?"

"No, not all" I replied immediately.

His eyes bounce from the form back to me again "It says here that you're a college dropout" he says, giving me a questioning look. Shit, I always hate this part in the interviews. It always seems as if they're judging me for being a dropout.

"Yes, I dropped out of college in my second year"

"And why is that?"

"Uh, just..." I trail off.

"Personal reasons?" He completed my statement. I nod, biting my lower lips in frustration. I'm sure he must think I'm a joke.

"Can I see your grades in college?" He ask calmly. I'm doomed. This fucker is asking for my really terrible grades in college. How the fuck am I supposed to show him that?

I sigh, already exhausted. I fished out my grades from the document and gave it to him. His dark brown eyes are concentrated as he lazily turns the sheets. His action reminded me of my professors checking exams. He shakes his head in what seems like disapproval. He looks back at me. Okay here it comes.

"What the fuck is this? This is terrible! Does your hobbies include getting an F? And, how did you manage to land your previous jobs?" He asks, staring at me with a stunned expression.

I don't blame him though, my grades shock everyone, including me.

"Well, I got my previous jobs through...luck"

He heaved a sigh. "Well I'm sorry miss Jones, but you'll need more than luck to work in my company" he says, with his intense eyes never leaving mine.

Is he saying what I think he is saying? A naughty thought crept into my mind. No bitch, he is saying he needs more qualified people in his company. My inner self said. Urgh! Can't you just shut up?

The battle I'm having within myself right now isn't stopping the naughty thoughts in my mind. Just the intensity in the way he is looking at me right now has me soaking wet. My eyes drop to his long fingers. I bit my lower lips as I imagined those fingers thrusting deep inside me. My god, my body is already weeping for his touch.

"Why are you squirming in your seat?" He asked, with a confused look.

"Uh...my panties are wet" I said before I could stop myself.

He cocks a brow. "Your panties are wet? Why would you even tell me that?"

"Well you asked and I gave an honest answer" I say with a shrug.

"That is very unprofessional. And why would you wear wet panties for an interview?" He says with disgust laced in his tone.

"No! I didn't wear wet panties...like, you're making me wet. My panties are wet because of you" I replied. I don't know if he is acting naive or just ignorant but I just had to clear that up. He gave me a puzzled look.

"You're wet because of me. I don't understand. You're feeling aroused in the middle of an interview? Is this interview a joke to you?" He says.

Oh no, I think I just pissed him off. With the tone of his voice, I think he is trying so hard not to raise his voice.

"No, I was just being honest." I replied.

"I don't even know what's worse, your IQ or your honesty" he says with zero expression. My anger flew up at his words.

"Look, if you don't like my honesty, then deal with it. And, I'm a very smart girl..."

He cuts me off "But your grades says otherwise. Look, this job is not for you. Instead of wasting my precious time, just make use of the door, I have other people waiting outside" he said.

My blood boiled as he totally ignored me and picked up a random file. I glare at him. He is such an arrogant man. I feel like punching his face, but that will be a sin to his handsome face.

Whatever, who needs this stupid job anyways. I grind my teeth stopping myself from spewing those words. There are still plenty of jobs outside. I don't even want to work for such a rude man, but I still want to fuck him though.

I stood up angrily and was about walking out the door. Shit! Katie and Sky will be greatly disappointed and the pay is so good. I stopped in my tracks, I can't just give up easily. Maybe I can convince him to give me the job.

A mischievous smile crept to my lips. He is a man after all, and no man can say no to me.