The Intern - (18+)

Chapter Eight

Claire

I IMMEDIATELY GET online to look up tomorrow's presentation. My eyes bulge out of my head as I see it's for elite members only. Justin must've pulled some strings to get me that ticket.

I rub my shoulder anxiously as I wait for the response of his email. I can't understand why he's going through so much trouble for me, unless he truly believes in me enough to give me this chance and opportunity to learn more from him, which in that case, makes him about a hundred times hotter than he is already. I've never met someone like him-someone so intimidating, yet weak. Perhaps he's just weak when he's around me, but if that's the case, that's exactly the angle I need to get into the files of my dad's case.

I sit nervously in my last class waiting for my phone to vibrate with a new message. And then finally, it does.

To: cwest@bieber.com
From: jbieber@bieber.com
Subject: Re: Re: Invitation

You'll be accompanying me, Claire.

Meet me at Sebastian's Steakhouse at 5PM.

Justin

Holy shit.

Now we're going to dinner first? This guy was horrible at asking for things. Instead, he took them...no...he demanded them.

I clench my thighs together at just the thought of being alone with him in a restaurant.

Sebastian's was a fancier restaurant-much more romantic than a boss-intern dinner should be.

My mind floods with nerves as I anticipate seeing Justin again-outside of work this time. Justin wasn't a boy. He's a man. An older man who could make or break me. A man who could give me everything and more. A man I could see myself falling hard for.

* * *

I could barely focus on Simon as we hung out the following day. He ranted for hours about Cora and how could she hook up with Lance, and blah blah. Like I said, I couldn't focus and really have no idea what he said.

My mind and body were still in an aftershock from the events of kissing Justin. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted more of it. I didn't care how wrong it was or that I was lying to him about who I was. I didn't want to let that get in the way of being around him.

Even if it could come back to bite me in the ass.

* * *

"Why are you so giddy?" Cora asks me in between class periods.

"I'm not giddy," I retort. "I'm always this way."
She looks down at my books and takes notice of the newest Cosmo magazine lying on top.

"You are so not always this way, Claire Rose West. Something is up with you." She eyes me curiously, and I can't stop the stupid grin from forming on my face.

"Okay, fine. I met a guy. And we're going out tonight for the first time," I blurt out, and it feels so good to get that off my chest.

She screeches to a halt. "WHAT?"

I decide to leave out that it's with my boss where I'm working on a fake internship.

"Tone it down, Cora," I hush at her. I bump my hip with hers to get her to cool it. "It's not that big of a deal," I lie. Inside I was screaming.
"This is a huge deal." She links her arm with mine as we continue walking. "Give me the details, right now, woman."