"I- I have a resume…" her voice trailed off, the thought continued only by the finger she pointed toward the folder she had so painstakingly spent hours on. Roth wasn't paying attention to that. Instead, he walked over to where she was sitting until he stood directly in front of her.
"Get up." His tone was commanding, and Clara felt her body jerk out of the seat before her brain could process what was happening.
Looking at him in closer now, she saw that the magazines and pictures she had seen him in did not do him justice.
Who was he, exactly? He was Rothdam Dimitri, the 30- year-old-billionare-playboy who owns Rothdam Enterprises, He had spent 10 years building the company, which now includes over 350 hotels and offices in New York City alone. Clara knew this because she had done her research before arriving for this job interview – to become his assistant in the Head Office of the Cooperation.
Roth suddenly moved closer, so close, that she could smell the mixture of cologne and aftershave he was wearing and was able to identify dimple marks in his cheeks while he smirked down at her From this distance, it was also hard to miss the thick lashes that surrounded his eyes.
"What do you think of me, Ms. Serim?" Roth asked, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her towards his solid torso.
Clara's eyes widened in shock, and she felt her cheeks begin to turn scarlet. "I-," she stuttered, "I don't really know you well enough to answer that, s-sir." she inched her face back to put some distance between their close proximity.
Roth ignored her attempt to move away and leaned in so that his lips were near her ear. "Do I make you feel nervous?" he whispered, nibbling at her earlobe as she felt her throat go dry immediately.
There was something about this young woman who walked into his office, Roth had not really been interested in women for some time, but recently, two women who had simultaneously came into his life was just not a coincidentally, and being the sex doctor whose voice could make any woman wet in their panties, he suddenly wanted to have Clara in his corner.
"I wouldn't say you; t- the job is what I'm nervous about. If you would look at my resume-"
Roth's lips moved down so that he was trailing light kisses onto her collarbone. "If I don't make you nervous, do I turn you on?" he asked in a hoarse voice, pressing her body closer to him than before.
"I-" clara cleared her throat and frowned slightly, "I don't think what you're asking is in context as to what this interview is about. My resume-"
"Why look at a piece of paper when I have a beautiful woman standing right here?" Roth smirked. "You have a nice ass, by the way." clara felt one of his hands slowly slide down from her waist to my rear and give it a rough squeeze.
Clara gasped and jumped in his hold before pulling away in frustration. "Excuse me, Mr. Dimitri. I am here solely to achieve my goal of getting this job. I don't know what you're trying to do – and quite frankly, I don't like it either. You're rude and disrespectful. Now, if you don't want to look over my credentials and qualifications," I snatched the resume that I had spent hours putting together off his desk, "Then my business here is done. Thank you for your time."
She glared and turned to leave but then remembered something else she wanted to say. Clara stopped in her tracks and turned back to face him. "Oh, and you want to know what I think of you now? I think you're a spoiled little rich sleaze who thinks he can have everyone he encounters, eating out of the palm of his hand."
She slung her bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the office without glancing back.
Roth threw his head back and laughed, this woman was surely his type, mouthy and sassy, he loved the fire he had seen in her eyes, he would be damn to let her go just like that, right there Roth decides in no time he would be having her in his bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he pound his cock into her fleshy body, picking his office telephone, he called the receptionist.
So that's why all the girls that got interviewed walked out flustered, Clara thought to herself as she walked past the remaining applicants. Good luck to them. Seriously.
"Uh, excuse me! Ms. Serim" The old lady who had escorted Clara into Roth's office shouted just as she reached the halfway point down the hall.
"Yes?" Clara replied, looking back in confusion. Had I forgotten something? She mentally scanned her bag. Everything was there…
"Mr Rothdam wanted me to inform you that you have gotten the job. You start as of right now, and your first task is to get rid of all the remaining applicants. Welcome to the team." She gave me a sympathetic smile before shuffling back down the hallway and disappearing into a room on her right.
Clara stood in shock for a few moments, processing the news the lady had just revealed. Did she get the job? The one who snapped at him and called him a spoiled little rich boy? How does that even work?
Unsure about what just happened and how she felt about it all, she decided to shake off her shock and try to complete the first task given to her by the unpredictable man who was apparently her new boss. Get rid of the rest of the applicants. She scoffed internally; of course he'd make his newly hired assistant do his dirty work.
Clara walked back to the group of girls who were giggling amongst themselves. They stopped abruptly when they noticed her smiling nervously in their direction.
"I thought you were already rejected by him," a red head sneered. "Back for more? Talk about desperate." The others laughed.
Clara tried to keep the urge to glare buried deep within me. Her nerves have now been replaced by anger.
"Actually, I was just told that I was hired," she told them with a sarcastic smile. "My first job is to get rid of you lot. Maybe you can come back later for more? Oh wait – the job is already taken. Sorry. Have a good day."