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her power dressing, but what the hell. She wanted to stand out. She even contemplated of going back and changing.
     
    Jessi was looking at the place when she again saw a handsome, tall guy emerging out from the lift. He was now heading toward the room. As he walked all the chirping and the noise in the room died down and everybody looked at him glide from the elevator to the interview room.
     
    “Fuck!” she exclaimed in her mind “Is he the CEO. But he doesn’t look like one. May be some important person.”
     
    After a while, Lucas came out and went straight to Teresa and said something in her ears. Teresa looked at Jessi while listening to him and then said something to him. Lucas went away and Teresa again started looking at the candidates CVs.
     
    A few more girls went in but all of them came out disappointed. Teresa now looked at Jessi.
     
    “Jessica Perkins.”
     
    Jessica jumped off her seat immediately like she would straight away land in the interview hall. Gathering her courage she said,
     
    “Yes ma’am?”
     
    “Sir, will see you now.”
     
    Jessi slowly went towards the room. She felt strange, something more than anxiety. She opened the door and hesitatingly said,
     
    “May I come in, Sir?”
     
    She saw a back of a chair in front of her and the interviewer was sitting with his back towards her.
     
    “Come In” said a bored voice.
     
    Jessi entered the room slowly closing the door behind her.
     
    “Sit down.”
     
    There was a table in front of her with two chairs, both having their backs towards her. She sat on the one lying nearer to her. The papers were neatly stacked on one another and the room had enough empty space for one to have a big party. That is when the chair with the interviewer in it turned.
     
    “So…”
     
    There was a silence as the chair turned. Jessi had never seen a guy like the one sitting in front of her. Sitting before her was brown eyed man with a chiseled face and bristly hair. His skin was fair and glowing. There was faint stubble on his face. He had broad shoulders. And the chest was like a giant wall. He looked like God, who was bored of all the unnecessary action that the humans have been doing.
     
    “Hello, Miss Perkins” he said in a deep voice with a smirk on his face.
     
    “H-He-Hello Sir,” Jessi said nervously. She did not know what turned her on more, his husky voice, his sculpted body or his sharp jaw line.
     
    “You seem a bit afraid, are you okay?”
     
    “Of course not,” she thought. “Y-yeah I’m okay, sir,” she tried to camouflage her fear and nervousness by sitting straight and clearing her throat. Her sweet and innocent gestures, made Stephen like her even more.
     
    He stood up from his chair. Jessi could now see his whole body. She had never seen a guy so big like him. Jessi had already fallen for him already. He came near her and kept his hand on her shoulder. A strong current ran through her body.
     
    “No need to be afraid, dear. Fear hides beauty,” He tried to pacify her and consoled her in his husky voice. Jessi was confused as to what he was trying to do. Pacify her or turn her on.
     
    “Yeah,” she almost whispered, making all attempts to stay conscious and alert and lose herself in his scent.
     
    During the whole interview Jessi was picturing him naked in front of her. Her desperation for the job had now escalated exponentially. Not only would she be able to keep busy but also prove to be useful in more ways than one. She wanted to throw away all that was kept on the table neatly and make love to him. There was an enigma in his presence, a chord that pulled her towards him. Just like Ms. Loupes, she too drifted in a frenzied dream:
     
    She imagined him coming close to her, lifting her in his strong arms and put her on the table. One hand on her waist and with another he pushes away all the things that occupied the table. His arms, oh! so strong, his touch oh! so melting. His looks are to die for. He