“Hi. Is this the law firm?” I ask, glancing around in disbelief that any lawyers work in such an empty office. If I were ever in trouble and showed up here for legal advice, I wouldn’t believe a word they said.
“No … But you’re Maggie, right?” She looks confused.
“Yes, what is the job for?” I know Beth wouldn’t approve of my lack of professionalism, but I ask anyway. Sure, I should know what I’m here for, but clearly there’s been a mistake.
“This is for a receptionist. I’m only filling in until they find a full-time replacement. Is that okay?”
“Yes … yes, of course. I must have just gotten the locations mixed up,” I say, trying to make sense of it.
This must be the job Beth applied for, and I suddenly feel even more unprepared as the sweet woman makes a call, informing someone about my arrival.
The next few minutes are brutal, sitting in an empty waiting room as the woman clicks away on her keyboard, answering the occasional phone call as we avoid eye contact in the small space.
Just when I reach for my phone to shoot Beth a text, the office phone rings.
“Hello? Oh yes, she’s here.” I feel her eyes on me as I try my best not to look as nervous as I feel.
“Yes, right away,” she says into the receiver before ending the call and standing up. “They’re ready for you now.”
The walk through the office suite reveals more furnished rooms. One looks to be a glassed-in rec room – with a ping pong and pool table set in the center of the room. I have to nearly jog to catch up to my escort when I my curiosity slows me down, wondering what kind of job is so cool they allow employees to play games.
“Here you are.” The woman, who’s name I’ve yet to learn, extends her arm as she stands to the side of the doorway.
Swallowing hard, forcing myself breathing to regulate, I take in the scene while stepping into the pristine office. Across from me, behind the large glass desk, sits the tall sexy man I’ve had a difficult time forgetting.
“Adam.” His name drips from my tongue.
“Damn! She’s even sexier in business clothes,” he says in my direction, but his words aren’t for me. He’s speaking past me, and I turn just as I hear a familiar chuckle only to see Liam’s blond sexiness.
“We’ll have to decide that after the interview,” he smirks.
“Will you please close the door so we can begin?” Adam asks, his voice authoritative and stern.
Without a word, I turn and close the door, loudly twisting the metal lock for privacy. Walking boldly across the small room, I feel my temperature rise as both of their eyes shamelessly stare, ready to wake my sexual Goddess once again.
I glance at Liam and then back at Adam. With a sultry smile I ask, “When do I start?”
The End
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