What Not To Do

Do Not Meet; Part 2

" Full Name?"

" Camilla Hemsworth, sir." I answered with false confidence, my eyes tracing his demanding figure from behind the desk. Those dark golden orbs rose from the file in his hands to catch my dull brown ones gazing directly at him. A treacherous shiver ran down my spine as I tightened my hands together on my thighs, my eyes dropping to the desk in front of me. Stray strands of my bright golden hair falling to my face.

" Do you not wish to acquire this position?" His dark eyes becoming impossibly darker, they swirled and narrowed with each word uttered out of his plump, pink lips. Despite his hostile behavior, I found the way his lips parted with each syllable oddly tempting.

My large eyes snapped to his. What?! How are we here right now? Usually it took the first four questions before I managed to blow any job opportunities I had right out the window. This was the first question.

"I don't understand-"

" That is not your full name. Try again." He answered, to my distress. His voice, calm and calculated. I sat back in my chair, my eyes slightly squinted in confusion. Or was that panic?

"O-oh, right. My name is Camilla Renae Denzel Hemsworth, sir." I replied, correctly, with a poker face.

He nodded in approval, his pen dancing elegantly on his open file.

Renae Denzel, there was a reason I didn't want to use that name. The man in front of me seemed to be aware of that reason, that is why he wanted me to use it. What a sadistic bastard. But how?

A few questions later, my suspicions having calmed down a bit and the interview seeming to come to a close, I was performing a little victory dance in my head for getting away with my first interview in months that didn't ask me that dreaded question because as long as it wasn't asked, I knew for sure that I would be considered for the job. I was pretty proud of my achievements. All of my brothers efforts did not end up in the trash. That was a fact.

" Alright Miss Denzel, everything looks good on my end-" It sure did,

" But there is one last question that I must ask before we proceed.-" Oh no..

" Why did you leave your previous employer?" he gently inquired, placing the file in a drawer before looking up, giving me rapt attention.

Until it was asked. All the color drained out of my face after hearing that.

The look in his eyes claimed to know it all. The way my arms were held firmly above my head in a bruising grip as he tore at my clothes and broke me from the inside, how I screamed and clawed at his hands as they groped me painfully, inflicting wounds on my pale, fragile skin, the way my throat was clogged with the blood that oozed out of the open wounds I inflicted in my mouth due to how hard I bit at my lips and the inside of my cheeks to stop the pain, how even after hearing my screams of pain and utter agony, his family never even came to help. Even how his wife remained with him after being fully aware of what he had done to me.His eyes appeared to know them all.

So why did he ask me that question? Something in me broke at that moment. My entire body shook with something I assumed to be rage, small at first, but it only grew, my arms wrapping protectively around my body as I tried to even my breathing.

"What's your name?" I snapped at his question with one of my own. His eyes narrowed at first before he released the tightness, leaning forward on his arms and closer to my face. Studying me.

" Jarred Diaz, what of it?" He answered with a tilt of his head. His golden eyes observed my every move with genuine curiosity and if I didn't know any better, I would say some concern as well. Jarred Diaz?!

"Will you answer my question or wont you?" he emphasized, still looking over my features.

" Well, Mr Diaz,I believe the file you were previously studying contains the answer to that question." I timidly retorted. Jarred Diaz?!

His eyes on me were causing all sorts of things to my body, including feeling all hot and bothered. I suddenly felt the need to press my thighs even tighter against themselves, in the end deciding to cross my legs as a solution. It did not work and I was pretty sure, with the way his golden orbs raked over me like a hawk, all my efforts did not go unnoticed.

His eyes darkened as he parted his lips,

"Dr Diaz, and yes,I am aware, but I am therapist as well, I need to make sure that you are in the right state of mind, given the circumstances, to tailor a similar profession. We do not need you breaking down or having an attack any time a patient with a history of rape comes to seek your aid." He replied with a firm but considerate tone.

I nodded.

"I um, I was raped by my boss." I answered tightly with a clog in my throat. My hands trembling slightly at my own words. Taking note of this, Dr. Diaz frowned at me but proceeded to say nothing. As he should have. I do not need his pity.

"That will be all for the interview, Miss Denzel." He nodded at me while scribbling something on a pink sticky note. I could tell that the green ones were recently exhausted due to the content of his little trash bin beside his chair. I caught sight of it as I shot up from the chair, about to head for the door after a quick thank you directed at the head of said facility.

"Hold on," he called. Stopping dead in my tracks with my hand on the knob, I turned around to see him walking directly towards me with a pink note in his hands. My heart flipped.

Was that his number? What-

"Take this." he ordered, taking my hand and placing the pink note in my palms. His hands lingered on mine for a second longer than it would be considered cordial and a sweet shiver raked my body at the sheer intimacy.

A gasp escaped me at the delicious scent of coffee and the oddly calming twinge of cinnamon rolled off of him in waves and enveloped the air around us. His eyes lingered on my face for a second longer before he tore himself from me and made his way back to his seat while briefly calling out,

"That will be all." Nodding at his retreating back, I exited the office with a red face and a scrambled brain, wondering what the hell that was.

That was Jarred Diaz?!

Wait, wasn't Jarred Diaz Gay?!

Dead!

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Woo!! So this chapters done and hopefully better than the others. These first few chapters are a bit slow but absolutely necessary to build the plot of the story and introduce you to the characters. Anyway...

What was that with Camilla and Jarred at the end?

Do you believe that Jarred is actually gay?

What was on that paper that Jarred gave Camilla?

How do you think that Jarred knows all of that stuff about her?

Thoughts?/ predictions?/ laughs?/comments?

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