The Intern - (18+)

Chapter Six

Claire

THE MOOD LIGHTENS once our food arrives, and Justin begins telling me more about the company. I ask him questions, and he happily answers them. I dig for as much information as I can-anything that will help lead me to the answers I want.

"This is starting to feel like an interrogation," he says once we've finished our food. "I think it's time for twenty questions-lightening round style."

I flash him a confused look, and he laughs.

"I'm going to ask you questions as fast as I can, and you have to answer them all as fast as you can."

"That sounds painful." I giggle. "But I'll try it."

He smirks as he casually places his arms on top of his desk in front of me. "Okay, ready?"
I nod. "Bring it."

He locks eyes with me as he begins his questions.

"Favorite food?"

"Italian."

"Favorite color?"

"Red."

"Favorite thing to wear to bed?"

"A tank top and shorts."

"First boyfriend's name?"

"Malcolm."

"Age when you lost your virginity?"

I try not to laugh at the absurd questions because he's taking this so seriously, so I match his expression. I fold my hands on top of the desk and lock eyes with him as I answer.

"Sixteen and a half."

He smirks.

"Favorite position?"

"This doesn't sound very job related."

"No breaking the rules, Claire." Justin rolls the sound of my name with seduction, making sure I listen to his made-up game.

I swallow.

"The roller coaster."

I read an article about it in Cosmo, and it sounds like something that'll get his attention.
And it does.

He raises an eyebrow at me, and I can tell he wants to ask me what exactly that is-because only girls really know names of positions-so I'm assuming he's clueless on what exactly I mean.

"Don't think we're not getting back to that one." He cocks a grin.

"We'll see."

He laughs.

"Worst grade you ever got?"

"B+."

"Goody-to-shoe," he jibes. I just shake my head at him.

"The most interesting place you've ever had sex before?"

I see the game he's playing. One or two innocent questions before he pops in a sexual one.

"At work."

I instantly close my eyes the second the words come out. Now he'll get ideas in his head for sure.

I hear him swallow. Hard.

I open my eyes and see he's adjusting himself. Now he's hard.

Fuck, that's hot to see Justin all sexually frustrated. I never noticed a guy adjusting his pants as much as Justin does, and for some reason, it turns me on.

It's hot seeing what I do to him, and suddenly my body and heart are no longer fighting.

They're on the same level-matching heartbeats and sexual desires.