When the cab drops me off, I look around.
The front is beautiful and even has flowers and a fountain. The building stands in the middle of the rest surrounding buildings. It stands stark and when I look up I can't see the end, the sun blinds my eyes.
I take a deep breath, straightening and squaring my shoulders as I move towards the brass doors. I show the two security guards my id and the confirmation I am going somewhere in there. You have to have an appointment to get in; I muse at this and enter. I show my id to the next counter I pass by. I go through three security checks before i get to be cleared to access the floor I am headed to.
When I get in the lift, I try to calm my nerves as I see the numbers ascend.
The doors of the lift open with a swish sound and I step out. The whole building is made of glass and when I look outside, I am met with an incredible view of the whole of Manhattan. I am at the top floor. The receptionist sees me and smiles, walking towards me.
"Hello how may I help you?" she is so beautiful, her red hair bouncing as she moves around.
"Hello, I am here to do an interview of Mr Kincaid," I respond, my professional side on play.
"Yes, you are right on time he just finished a meeting. You can sit down as I inform him you are here."
I sit at the chairs and try to gather myself. I will be professional and not show the fact that I am very much nervous that I am meeting a man that I have had a crush on since college.
I actually never thought I would ever meet him, it was an innocent celebrity crush; plus our worlds are totally different we would never meet.
I go through my notes mentally, reminding myself of the questions I am supposed to ask him.
"He is ready for you now," The receptionists tells me and I thank her.
I approach the glass doors that i knock, and get in. he is standing with his back on me at the vast glass wall. He is wearing black slacks and a white shirt, tucked in. I notice his broad shoulders and his arms flex under the shirt when he turns around. His hair is short but the ends curl around the nape of is neck.
He moves towards me, and we lock eyes. I am met with the bluest eyes I have ever met. They are icy blue, so piercing that I lose track of what I am supposed to do.
"Hi,-"
"Hannah Montero."
He knows my name? "Yes that would be me. Thank you for allowing an interview with us," i swallow hard.
He is quite and looking at me so intensely I feel like I want to fidget but I don't. He then gestures for me to sit by the lounge area in his office.
We sit down and he offers me a glass of water. I extend my arm to take the glass and our fingers touch. It is just for a brief moment but I feel the sparks that tingle down to my stomach. All this time he is looking at me and then he sits down.
I clear my throat and start off the interview, asking about his business. I ask him about the vast inheritance he has owned and he answers all this without hesitation. The playfulness I saw in his eyes is gone when we start the interview and for a minute I think I imagined the whole thing.
I have been so lonely and without male interaction for a long time now I think someone is flirting with me when they are being human.
Jesus.
"So, as per usual, I want to ask about your personal life," I say with an easy smile.
He shifts his posture and crosses his legs, his right ankle on his right knee, it is such an alpha male posture I can't help but get distracted.
"What would you want to know?" he enunciates the 'you' it's like I was the one personally asking.
I find myself not able to tear myself from his gaze. Is this a test?
"We would want to know if the single status has changed or not?" I repeat the written words on the notepad I am reading from. I want to cringe so hard on this questions and the rest of the remaining questions.
"You can ask me the questions you would prefer." He tells me coolly. Did I physically cringe? Did he see that?
"I believe these are the questions Mr Kincaid," I answer politely and take a sip of the water. I am not acting cool which is really bothering me and worst of all, I am failing my interview. I am a cliché.
He stands up and moves over to the view. "This interview would be going so much better if you just did what you wanted Hannah."
He looks at me right in my eyes "what do you what?"
I lick my lips and try to hold eye contact without turning into a blubbering mess. "I want to do this with you."
Something crosses in his eyes and he smirks.
It's like we are playing a secret game and he didn't expect me to respond to it.
We sit down and go on with the interview, this time, the notebook cast aside. When it is done, I pack all my things in my bag and stand to walk out.
I bid him farewell and he just says, "I will see you around Hannah."
The doors close behind me and I breathe for the first time.God, that was intense.
I can't believe that just happened. There was definite flirting between me and him, I couldn't imagined that. Right now I feel like I can breathe air for the first time in a long time and i can't help but smile a little. All I want to go do right now is finish work, take a glass of wine and get a tarot reading on my love life.
After all, today was on point; I was told I would meet someone.
I guess i just did.