IRRESISTIBLE

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"Is that clear?" asked Jane Hornet, the Admin Manager. She was a Brit with a very crisp English accent, bright blue eyes, and golden hair. She'd just instructed Trisha on how to take a call and transfer to the respective person or department.

"Very much," answered Trisha. She was perched on a high revolving chair.

"How about you do that for me?" Jane made a call to the front desk from her cell phone.

Trisha answered it very professionally.

"I'd like to talk to Ms Jane Hornet, please," said Jane.

"Please hold on, ma'am." Saying this, she transferred to Jane's extension.

"Perfect!" Jane smacked her hands together. "Now, this is the PA system." She pointed to a complicated-looking device.

"Okay?"

"In case you need to make an announcement, to a particular floor or all floors and departments, this should serve the purpose."

"Okay?"

"I'll show you how it works tomorrow. Don't want to tax you too much."

"No worries, thank you so much."

"I'll see you later. All the best. And remember, if there's anything you need, just give me a shout."

"Sure, thanks, Jane." Trisha passed a warm smile.

Jane returned to her department.

Trisha spun on her chair and leaned back like a don. This was life. The perfect job. The perfect pay. The perfect title: Corporate Receptionist. Though it wasn't much, she felt special.

Her workstation was to die for. It was a humongous, glossy, teak and epoxy boomerang-shaped table loaded with the state-of-the-art facilities and set in a massive, carpeted, air-conditioned lobby. What more could she ask for?

The elevator doors were stationed towards the centre of the wall ahead of her. She was the first point of contact for anyone who stepped in. Just then, its metal doors slid open and her heart lurched in her chest at the sight of the person that came through.

It was that hot guy she'd come across when she'd popped in for her first round of interviews. He towered at a good 6'3 and looked like one of those Greek gods chiselled into marble by ace Renaissance sculptors.

She had no idea who he was then. All that she knew was that she was so distracted by his presence that she feared she'd lose out on the job.

He paused to chat with one of the managers from another department. He was close enough for her to get a whiff of the generous dash of cologne over him.

She ogled at him, feeling ashamed of herself for doing so. But alas, she couldn't help it. This guy was in one word: perfect.

The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he dressed, made her drool. It seemed that 'fear' wasn't a word that existed in his dictionary. He was smooth as melted chocolate while conversing with the Brit manager.

She so badly wanted her roommate Jhanvi to get an eyeful of this guy she'd been raving about for the past few days. When she said that there was a Greek god in her office, Jhanvi didn't take her seriously enough. It was time to put an end to it. And there was only one way to do it - prove it.

Before she knew it, she was secretly snapping his pics and vids on her phone.

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