The Boss and I

The Boss and I.

"It was nice to meet you, Miss Sweet" my name slides effortlessly off his tongue, his warm hand squeezes mine in a handshake,
"you too, Sir, Mr Penfield" I hope he doesn't feel how hard my hands are shaking through the handshake. He holds his arm out to direct me to the door, my fingers wrap tight around my bag strap over my shoulder and I concentrate on moving one foot in front of the other,
"Miss Sweet" I hear the humour in his voice, my head snaps up to look at him and I notice a small smirk playing on his lips, his piercing crystal blue eyes look straight through my soul.
"yes?" I breathe, quickly tucking my hair behind my ear,
"You did good" he nods, his hand resting on the door handle, "I have a good feeling about you" I breathe out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding, "don't look so nervous" his voice gets lower and I notice his eyes darken, "you'll get them all thinking I had you bent over my desk with that little dress at your hips" with that he opens the door in front of me and I'm left in the doorway like a deer in headlights.