50 Shades Of Blue

Ch.4

The desks were filled with frames of their families. Flowers and waters, impressing the guests that came in and out.
Jonathan sighed loudly, making the secretary look up at him with enlarged eyes.
"You're here for Evan Fong?" She typed as she stared him down. Jonathan's nose flared as he felt uncomfortable at her odd motions.

"I'm here for the interview." Jonathan stood and slid his way to her. He gave her his id, smiling as she looked up at him.
"You're not Luther Patterson." She gave him back his I.D and raised her eyebrow.
Jonathan cleared his throat. "I'm filling in for him. Look I even have the badge." It hung around his flat chest.
She stood up and walked towards the large white door, "Follow me."
Every step she took, her hips expanded. Her arms small, her hair full of volume. Jonathan tried walking like her, a seductive cat. He almost twisted his ankle.

She opened the door and walked in first. "Mr. Fong. A Jonathan is here for you. That interview you rescheduled." She smiled, showing her white teeth.
Evan nodded his head and she left. Leaving Jonathan to stand at the closed door. "You can sit."

Jonathan lightly scoffed and sat on the soft chair. Evan took notice, he grasped onto his chair. His white knuckles, made Jonathan's heart beat faster.
"I'm here to ask you questions."

       "Really? You are?" Evan clamped his hands together and smiled with squinted eyes.
      Jonathan rolled his eyes, licking his lips as he sat up. "Where were you born?"
      Evan sighed, "Canada but I moved to the states for my father."
      Jonathan softly smiled, "Do you even like your job?"
   Evan giggled making Jonathan's eyes widened. "I'm sorry that was inappropriate of me." Jonathan flipped through papers, looking for different questions. Resulting in him dropping the tape.
     "It's fine." Evan got up and bent to Jonathan's side, picking up the recorder. Their eyes locked and the two made faint smiles. Endorsing their scents with each other. 

     "I can answer questions. I can also take you out to eat." Evan grabbed the desk and pulled himself up. Standing tall compared to Jonathan.

     "I don't think that's possible. I'm gonna go." Jonathan stood up, two inches taller than Evan. It made the suave man grin.
      "Gonna? That isn't a proper word. Say going." Evan teased his voice. 

"Oh my bad. I didn't know that made you uneasy." Jonathan took a step back. Evan took a step forward. His eyes gentle and his hand in front of him, a plea for Jonathan to calm.

"I took no offense. It's just a simple grammatical error." Evan raised his eyebrows, forming small lines on his forehead.
"You speak like a robot." Jonathan's shoulders relaxed, visibly going down. His neck stretched long as he felt at ease.
"Yeah, it happens sometimes." Evan shrugged, he walked towards the back desk, grabbing a water bottle.
"Ask me these questions. Then we'll get something to eat after." Evan grinned, making Jonathan internally groan.
"When were you born?" Jonathan sat back down, turning on the recorder.
"May. I'm currently twenty-six." Evan sat in his black chair, it slowly sunk as he opened his water.
"Are you currently seeing anyone." Jonathan didn't look up at Evan, he felt that he invaded the man's privacy.
"No. I don't usually do that." Jonathan looked up to see Evan smiling. His response reaped more questions that Jonathan was dying to ask.

How did you make billions off of your family?
Why do people believe you're gay?
Are you gay?

Then it came out like word vomit, it burnt in Jonathan's throat but he said it. "Are you gay?" It was quick and sudden, his cheeks went red.
Evan was of a mellow tone, he cleared his throat. "No I am not gay."

Jonathan exhaled with force, as if he was a character on a sitcom being dramatic. "Do you believe in God?"

Evan said a stern, "No." He gently rested his hands on his desk, showing no sign of nervousness. His hands ice cold unlike Jonathan's sweaty palms.

"Do you like the idea of marriage?" Jonathan knew he should've reworded his statement. He knew Evan was going to be a smart Alec.

"Yes I do like the idea but to actually be in one, it seems..." The tension in the room was so thick you could stomp on it and it still wouldn't break.

"My parents are still together but doesn't mean they're happy. I can be with someone on and off and still feel something for them, no matter what. Marriage doesn't bind us together forever. Neither do children. Our souls need to be just as one in order for anybody to be together."

Jonathan's heart raced and his ears went red. His slim lips were doused in chapstick that shone in Evans fluorescent office.
"You're.." Jonathan began but was interrupted by Evans secretary with a big batch of papers. They spoke a language that Jonathan didn't understand yet he admired.

He liked Evan's mindset but he didn't like him in any other way. This he is sure of.
    
"Well you're busy. Thank you for your time." Jonathan got up quickly and left the room, expecting a goodbye but never receiving one.

The walk to his car was the most freedom he felt in the hours he was there. He immediately got on the phone with Luke. He could hear his friend's sore throat talk.

"Luke don't talk, listen. I did the interview! It actually went great."
"That's. Good." Two simple words was all Jonathan could make out of, he giggled and clicked on his friend.

He longed to get home to google everything else he could find out about Evan Fong. He really did like the kid's style, he wanted to take some notes. Maybe even save a few pictures while he's at it.

Jonathan felt that he wasn't going to see Evan ever again. While Evan in the tallest building, looked down to see if he could catch Jonathan leaving, hoping that the height of his office wouldn't affect it. He was wrong, everything looked like colorful dots going in and out.

"Till next time."

     50 Shades Of Blue.