"Shit! You scared the crap out of me," I snapped in irritation clutching my chest. She made no reply merely sipped the wine in her glass and stared at me flatly.
I robbed my chest through my shirt and found a seat somewhere very far from where she sat. My heart was gradually returning to their normal pace.
"How did you get in?" I looked at her.
"With my key," she casually commented.
"What! You have a key?" I stared at her wide eyed.
"Of course," she stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Why?"
"Because I feel like it," she shrugged her slender shoulders.
"More like to spy on me," I grumbled not sure how I feel about the brunette having the keys to my apartment, or if I even have a say in the matter.
"I called you. Why didn't you pick?" She sounded displeased that I ignored her call.
I swallowed thickly before saying. "I didn't see it," I said nervously, blushing. My heart beat slowly started to rise again in panic. How the fuck am I going to tell her that I didn't get the job, that some mysterious person from no where snagged it before we could even get the interview.
She has said to get the job by any means necessary. Maybe tomorrow I will go to Mr Valentine's office and try to convince him that I am the best person for the job. Since we both know that to be untrue, I have to use the tools of my trade to do the convincing.
"You are a terrible liar."
Amelia's cold voice snapped me out of my thought.
I looked up at her wearing a frown. "Why does everyone say that? I am a very good liar," I defended hotly like lying is something to be proud of.
Amelia arched a brow that spoke volumes and brought a blush to my face.
"So the interview..."
She began but I quickly cut her off. "Do you want more wine?" I exclaimed flying to my feet.
She frowned at me in confusion and then her eyes along with mine looked down the glass in her hand. It was one-quarter full.
"I think you need more wine," I muttered nervously and raced off the living room.
When I arrived inside the kitchen I exhaled dramatically from my lungs, my hands holding my waist, while my brain contemplated how the fuck I am going to get out of this mess I am in.
"What is that all about?"
I jumped at the sound of Amelia's cool voice behind me, and then turned to face her looking like a fish out of water.
I opened my mouth several times to say something, each time given up before the words could come. On the seventh try, my whole body slumped down in defeat and I decided to accept my fate.
"I didn't get the job, the interview was canceled," I rushed out quickly and then waited with my breath held for her epic reaction. I imagine my head being decapitated and braced myself for it.
"No. You got the job, Malcolm told me. Called me to let me know that he hired a secretary by the name Chanel Stone," she calmly stated.
"What!" I snapped open the eyes that I wasn't even aware was closed. "Did you say I got the job," I muttered a low tone staring eagerly at the brunette.
She nodded with no expression on her face.
What was I expecting? For her to be happy like a proud mama.
"How?"
"I was hoping you tell me, since the interview was canceled," she quirked a brow at me.
At first I was confused unable to connect how I could have gotten the interview, and then it dawned on me, the incident in front of the company building, and I blushed furiously.
"Oh, this is going to be good," Amelia teased with humor.
I looked at her to find her blue eyes sparkling with interest which made me blush harder.
"So what did you do to my dear husband that made him serve you the job on a platter?"
Her voice was neutral, so I didn't know if she was still joking or not.
"I did nothing, I swear," I denied defensively, feeling the need to justify myself to her.
"Relax dear. You did nothing wrong, you are doing what I asked you to do. Only..."
She gave me a look that made my inside burn.
"Only what?" I asked softly, staring into her blue eyes. My heart gradually racing in my chest.
The look of desire in her eyes disappeared, and her eyes were back to its usual iciness.
"Nothing. Now tell me what happened," she demanded, acting as if the charged tension between us isn't there.
I calmed myself down to answer her question.
"It wasn't really anything."
"Tell me anyways."
"I woke up late this morning, so I was rushing to get to the interview when I crashed into your husband. He saved me from falling on my ass, and helped me pick up the scattered papers on the floor. That is when he saw the copy of my application. I collected the paper from his hand and raced into the building. When I got there, I was told that the interview was canceled that CEO has found a secretary."
Amelia moved to the counter and dropped her wine glass on it before saying. "Without having to fuck my husband you already got him doing stuff for you. I knew your looks was going to be an asset, but I didn't expect it to work this well."
Once again I couldn't read her tone.
"That is good right?" I joined her at the counter. I always feel this need to please her. I noticed the bottle of wine on the counter. It was almost half drank making wonder how long she was waiting for me.
"It is good."
She didn't sound like it was good.
I moved in closer and got her attention. "Hey," I called out softly and got her looking at me. When she turned it brought us too close making me loose my breathe that I almost couldn't say what I wanted to say, but I forged on.
"If you don't want me doing this, I will stop. Just say the word," I said softly holding her gaze intently with mine.
"Don't be silly honey. You are the perfect person for the job. Just that..."
Again she trailed off, but her eyes made the rest of her words clear and made me feel so breathless that I wanted to hear her say it.
Something was happening between us. A physical attraction so strong that it is all I could do to stop myself from grabbing her and kissing her senseless. My lower belly feel so warm and wet and all from a look from this woman.
What is she doing to me?
"Just what?" I muttered in a low husky tone moving in closer.
She stilled and focused her entire attention on me, and it felt like I was underneath a furnace. Without speaking she moved in and kissed me.
"Mmm!" I moaned in pleasure at the sweet taste of her lips. I allowed her take control of the kiss, content to follow her pace.
She moved her hand up to my face to hold me in place as she deepened the kiss.
She kissed me like the first time, demanding and very possessive like she was staking her claim.
My heart raced rapidly in my chest. between my legs was tingling with happy sensation.
I wanted more so I moved my hand to the nape of her neck to keep her closer.
We kissed until air became an issue.
She pulled back but remained so close that I could feel her breathe on me. We stared at each with so much hunger in our eyes before she leaned in again.
This time her hands joined her lips in exploring my body. She snuck under my blouse and caressed my skin softly as she moved upwards.
I moaned loudly as her hand cupped my left breast. She kneaded it while her kiss grew aggressive. Pinching the hardening nipple until it became hard while her body grinned against mine making me insane with desire.
I wanted more. I wanted her to fuck me. I was going insane.
"Please!" I moaned against her lips.
The sound of my voice snapped her back to her senses and she pulled away and then flew off me like I have the plague.
"I have to go," she said coldly without looking at me and hurried out of the kitchen.
I was left standing in the kitchen with so much hunger burning inside me and feeling confused as to what the fuck just happened.
I jumped at the sound of my door banging close.
I was in trouble I groaned to myself sinking down to the floor.
While I was on the floor trying to figure out how to deal with this insane attraction I was feeling towards Amelia my phone rang cutting into my thinking process.