2 Lines // Calum Hood

0.3

-flash black-

I anxiously pressed the lift number to number 24 as the lady sat in the front dress told me. I rocked my heels back and forth as a sweat broke and trailed down the side of my face. I wiped the sweat away and rubbed my palms together causing full on friction. 'This is it' the voice in my head chants over and over.
The lift came to a halt and opened revealing woman that did not look like they were applying for the secretary of the CEO but some fucking high-end prostitute that probably made up their names like 'krazy krystal' or 'passy passion.' You couldn't even tell who was who. Everyone was wearing these tight pencil skirt that look like they were going to burst any moment and these see through white blouse that were undone till like the fucking 4th button or some shit. Their boobs were literally bouncing out while like talk and twirl their platinum blonde hair and blood red lipstick. Here we go, high school 0.2.

When the lift opened, everyone stopped talking and stared at me for a good 5 seconds, i could see why though. I was completely opposed to all of them. I was in my black jeans, pastel blue blouse (fully done) and a smart leather black jacket. I was also a brunette and nude lipstick colour.
5 seconds of pure awkwardness and glaring past and i took a deep breath that probably took the whole oxygen of the room away.

I found a seat that was free and went on my phone scrolling down some good luck messages from my friends.

"Cassia Joes, Mr. Hood is ready for you in room 207. Cassia Joes," the speakers announced making me shit scared of how loud it was. I scampered of the seat and to the room which wasn't that hard to find since it was the poshest and the biggest one.

I knocked on the door and i heard a faint "come in" so i opened the door to reveal a black cushioned seat faced backwards to me. The chair spun around revealing a man with a jawline personalized by god, pitch black hair, dark brown eyes and i could go more but i might melt. Now i know why passy passions were out there.
I was mesmerized, trying to take in all his features.
"Take a seat Miss Joes," he said voice laced with intimidation and an australian accent that just made him even hotter than he was. I snapped back to reality and sat down where he told me to. He stared at my face for a brief second and smirked.

"You have good records, Miss Joes. Seem like you have done well in college and your previous jobs, am i correct?" He asked through a smirk looking down at my files.

"Yes sir,"

"Ah, that goody two shoes! Probably a virgin," he laughed. I shouldn't be offended but i was. Who was he to call me that he doesnt even know me. Why do i feel like im applying to be a fucking prostitute?

"Excuse me? I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure I'm applying for a job at a very successful company in Washington not being questioned in a cheap blind date, Mr. Hood." I blurted out without thinking, glaring at him.

"How do you know this isn't a cheap blind date, Miss Joes," he challenged.

"I don't but maybe a blind date with a homeless guy would be more productive than this,"

"Sassy attitude, Miss Joes. I wouldn't keep that up though. Do you even know who i am?"

"My cheap blind date?"

His laugh boomed across the room.

"You interest me, Miss Joes," he said clicking his tongue.

"I'm glad, Mr. Hood." I said, eyes following him as he walked over to sit in the chair next to me.

"There's a simple last test for me though Miss Joes," he smirked and placed his hands on my thigh trailing down it. I should be feeling a bit creeped out but well shit, i'm turned on. He leaned on to me and sucked on my neck softly making me moan internally. He then placed his lips on my ears and with a hushed voice he said.
"You're hired."