by Wolf, Alex
Naughty Girl
Alex Wolf
Naughty Girl Copyright © 2018 Alex Wolf
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Publisher © Alex Wolf January 18th, 2019
Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Editor: Spellbound
Formatting: Alex Wolf
Contents
1. Rory
2. Hunter
3. Hayes
4. Rory
5. Rory
6. Hayes
7. Rory
8. Hunter
9. Rory
10. Hayes
11. Rory
12. Hunter
13. Rory
14. Hayes
15. Rory
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Rory
I looked out my window the entire drive, hoping the rain would hold out. Halfway through, it hit me that I’d left my umbrella at home. The last thing I needed was to get caught in a downpour before my job interview.
Ten more minutes, c’mon.
I snaked around a curve and the building came into view on the horizon. The giant granite letters on the side read: Hawthorne Brothers Inc.
It was every designer’s dream job.
They did it all, everything from clothing to décor. Ever since I was a girl, I wanted to work in fashion. I knew I was good, but I wanted to be great. I wanted to learn from the best. I never dreamed this would be a possibility, until I received the call yesterday.
I thought it was a joke—one of my friends playing a cruel trick. It wasn’t every day you got a job interview from word of mouth, but that’s exactly what happened.
I didn’t have to think twice about it. It was presumptuous of me, but anxiety riddled my stomach thinking how I would break it to my current boss if I received a job offer. They’d understand. It was a huge opportunity. But, after three years of slowly trying to move my way up, it’d be hard to say goodbye.
I pulled into the parking lot and found the nearest spot. To my relief, the storm was holding out. I turned off the car and grabbed my portfolio—ready for my dreams to come true.
I got out of my car, straightened my blouse and skirt, and headed toward the entrance. My heels clacked on the sidewalk as I made my way to the door. Thunder growled in the gray sky above and I sped up my pace, trying not to trip on my own feet.
So close. Don’t fail me now.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the door slid open and I stepped inside. Euphoria and adrenaline coursed through my body at the sight of the place.
This was it. The dream.
It was something straight out of a romance movie. I stared around, in awe of the golden and cream colors decorating the lobby. I couldn’t even imagine what the rest of the building looked like.
“May I help you?”
I looked at the woman behind the granite desk.
Pull it together.
My face flushed with the fact I hadn’t been paying attention. “Hi.” I schooled my features, and attempted to plaster on my best business face, and hide the fact I was doing cartwheels on the inside. “How are you?”
I did my best not to sound like some desperate, lost girl—and tried to appear like a confident business woman that had every right to be there.
“Doing well. Do you have an appointment?”
I nodded. “Yeah, umm—I have an interview.”
God, I sound like a bumbling idiot.
She eyed me curiously, and her fingers tapped away on her keyboard. She picked up her phone and called someone, but the conversation was too short to catch any of it. “Mr. Hawthorne will be up shortly.”
“Wait, he’s doing my interview?” The words came out before I could stop them.
“Yes. You can have a seat right over there.” She gestured toward a few chairs along the window.
“Thanks.”
“His assistant will be out to get you shortly.”
I nodded.
Holy shit. The owner’s interviewing me.
I glanced outside. The rain still hadn’t fallen, but the thunder was quickly growing in intensity.
The sound of a throat clearing yanked me out of my daze.
I turned in that direction and my eyes landed on his shoes first. They didn’t look like shoes an assistant would wear.
I slowly raked my gaze up his body. Black slacks, belt, button-down shirt. All perfectly tailored.
Holy shit, this is not his assistant.
My eyes finally made their way to his face, and I’d be fucked if he wasn’t one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen.
He smiled down at me, more like a devilish grin than a warm welcome.
“You must be Rory.” He didn’t say it like a question. There was confidence in every baritone syllable.
“Umm, hi.” God, why was I such a mumbling idiot?
I’d shaken hands with beautiful men before, it happened in this industry. But there was something different with Mr. Hawthorne. A firm grip, that somehow smothered my hand while still being friendly. As if to say, I’m being nice, but that can change at any moment.
He smirked. “Hayes Hawthorne. Follow me.”
He turned around, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. A tingling sensation shot from my toes up through my spine. I tried not to dip my eyes down to his ass, but failed miserably. “I was expecting your assistant.” I hurried to keep up with him.
“So was I.” He didn’t turn around. Just strode forward like a man on a mission, with little time to waste. “She must’ve taken a break.” His jaw flexed as he spoke.
We stopped at a large corner office with windows surrounding it.
He held his arm out for me to go in first, and then he followed. “Have a seat.”
I sat down on the chair in front of his desk and crossed my legs. My skirt inched up, revealing a bit more leg than I’d planned on.
Hayes seemed to notice too. His eyes grazed over me, and I tried to nudge it down a little. The last thing I needed was him thinking that I’d try to seduce my way up the corporate ladder. I’d always earned everything on my own merits, and I didn’t intend on that changing.
His eyes pierced into me, though. Deep blue with a hint of smoky gray. Part of me wanted to skip the interview, and gaze into them all day. Maybe even picture him naked.
Get your shit together. This is your dream job.
I gave him my best smile while he settled in.
“You have a resume?”
I nodded, opening my portfolio. “Yes, Sir.”
Butterflies shot in every direction in my stomach, while I fumbled around for it. Relax. I opened my portfolio and withdrew a copy of my resume. I stood and handed it over.
He spoke while he glanced through it much faster than anyone should be able to read.
“You were highly recommended by one of our clients.”
My heart beat a million-miles-an-hour and my palms went clammy. I tried to wipe them down my skirt without being noticed. I swallowed. “Glad I impressed them.”
He nodded and didn’t look up at me. “Well, you did. Do you have a sample of yo
ur designs?”
“I do.” I dug into my portfolio and pulled out three different designs I’d gathered for the interview.
He fanned them out on his desk. I couldn’t get a read on his expressions as he pored over them.
“Why do you think you’d be great for my company?”
Why won’t you look at me?
My mind blanked, but I’d done my research and was positive I could nail the interview. I just needed my nerves in check and I’d be just fine.
We went through the usual—my resume, previous work experience, education. It was the same song and dance everywhere you went. I’d mix in things I knew about the company from the internet. Made my weaknesses into humble brags. How I would sometimes work too hard and not take time from myself, or going above and beyond when I shouldn’t.
Hayes’s stare heated me up the entire interview. He had this way of piercing me with his gaze, almost like he was looking down at me, even though we were at eye level.
Finally, he grinned. “Well, I think I’ve heard all I need to hear.”
Is that good or bad?
Somehow, I’d managed to pull myself together, but I still wasn’t sure how I’d done. Usually, I was perfect at interviews. My stomach twisted as he stood from his desk and held out his hand.
“Was nice meeting you, Rory.”
“You too, Mr. Hawthorne. Thank you so much for the opportunity.”
“You’ll hear from someone no later than Monday.”
My eyes widened. It was already Friday. That didn’t give him much time to think things over. Was I doomed already? I was pretty sure I hadn’t wowed anyone. At the same time, the short wait time would be nice. “Thank you.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can find my way.”
He pulled that sexy mouth of his into a smirk once more. “I’m sure you can. But, I insist.” He held out a hand for me to lead the way.
“All right. Thank you, Sir.”
He held the door open and I stepped into the hallway.
My heart couldn’t have pounded my chest harder as I strode next to him up the long corridor. The sound of my heels on the tile floor echoed through the building.
Don’t look at him. Don’t.
I couldn’t stop myself. I glanced over. His blue eyes darted down at me, and I quickly looked away. They heated me up in ways that couldn’t be described. He was powerful, sexy, and just… male, all wrapped up in one suited package.
We walked through the lobby, and I realized it was pouring outside. How had I not even noticed in the interview? I groaned without thinking as I stared out the windows.
Mr. Hawthorne glanced down at my hand, clutched on my portfolio. “Do you have an umbrella?”
Jesus, it was amateur hour in this place. I had to admit to him that I’d forgotten it. “Umm, not exactly.”
He cocked an eyebrow up at me and snickered. “Not exactly?”
I stared at the ground like my life was over. Just shook my head. How the hell did I just bomb an interview by not having an umbrella? How was that even possible?
He snickered. “Give me a second. I can walk you out.”
Fuck, this was all going wrong. I was done for. My hopes and dreams all down the drain.
Mr. Hawthorne walked over to a coat rack and snagged an umbrella.
“I’m okay. Seriously. Thank you, though.” I turned to walk out the door.
“Wait.”
Jesus.
It wasn’t a request. It was a command, and the deep tone resonated through my body.
The woman at the desk eyed him curiously.
He held it up and walked back around to me.
“You don’t—”
“I know.”
We went to the front door and it slid open.
He opened the umbrella, and I stared at him, not knowing what to think when he held it directly over my head.
“You don’t—”
“I’m fine.” He walked me to my car.
I fumbled with my keys, trying to get them into the door. All the while he sat there with rain sluicing down his suit. It only made things worse. His perfectly tailored suit clung to his body, and he was ripped from head-to-toe like he was chiseled out of marble.
I finally managed to get the door open and sit down inside. “Thank you so much.”
“Not a problem.” He had to holler over the rain pelting the top of the umbrella. “You’ll hear from me Monday.”
As he turned around and walked back to the building, I sat there.
Did that seriously just happen?
Before, he’d said someone would call me. This time he said he would call me.
I wanted to squeal, do a happy dance, or something girly. Nothing could bring me down. If he was going to call, it had to have gone well. I reached into my purse and withdrew my phone. I called my best friend, Carmen.
She answered almost immediately. Probably because she’d told me to call the second I left.
“What’s up?”
“Holy. Shit.”
“Is that good?”
“I think so. Hell, I don’t know. I think it may have been the best interview of my life. Or the worst.” Doubt crept into my happy thoughts. Maybe he was happy to get rid of me? I was a mumbling mess that hadn’t come prepared.
“Tell me all about it.”
I started my car and backed out of the parking spot. “Let’s go out. I’ll get changed and we can meet at Grissley’s? Seven?”
“I’ll be there.”
I hung up and drove back home through the downpour. I told myself not to get my hopes up, but it was impossible. The thought of getting this job; it would pretty much make my career. It was everything I’d been working for.
I got home and pulled into the garage, so I wouldn’t have to worry about the rain. I walked to my bedroom and dug through my closet for the short, black leather skirt and a white crop top. I finished off the look with my black leather jacket. It was my “you’re hot and own the world” outfit.
After I was fully dressed, I looked at my phone. I had just enough time to get to the bar. I put some money and my ID in my skirt pocket and dropped my purse on the table. My umbrella stared at me from the corner of the entryway, and I glared at it like the bastard it was. Grabbing it on my way out the door, I got to my car and tossed it into the backseat, making a mental note to never carry it inside again.
I was only ten minutes away from the bar, and I turned on my radio and sang along with Bruno Mars. It was going to be a good night.
It’d stopped raining when I pulled up. I gave my umbrella another glare and shook my head at it. I strode up to the door, but a man beat me there by a step. He opened it for me just as I was about to say how rude he was for cutting me off.
“Hey.” He grinned as I walked through.
I glanced back and smiled. “Hey.” I bit my lower lip as I tossed a look over my shoulder. “Thank you!”
He nodded at me with a mischievous grin as he completed his act of chivalry.
He was fucking hot. As I walked through the bar, I could feel his eyes locked onto me the entire time. I thought maybe I’d have a little time to flirt with him before Carmen got there, but then I saw her sitting alone at a table.
She waved in my direction and I bounced over to her with an excited smile—I was pretty much convinced the job would be mine on Monday. “Hey!”
She smiled back. “Hey! Tell me what’s up. I’ll get the first round.”
I started to spill the whole story while Carmen flagged down a waitress, and I saw the guy from the front door on the edge of the dance floor. He stared right at me.
I don’t know what it was with hot-ass men searing me with their eyes today, but that coupled with the amazing interview told me the gods were definitely on my side, despite the shitty weather.
I grinned and then quickly looked away. I was hanging with Carmen, and nothing would derail those plans.
Hunter
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Holy shit.
I kept my eyes glued to the woman I’d opened the door for earlier. I hadn’t planned on getting laid, but my agenda had changed. I’d seen plenty of hot women in my time, but there was something about her.
“What the fuck, bro?” Devon stared. “It’s my bachelor party. You haven’t said shit the last five minutes.”
I thought he’d been preoccupied with the other guys and hadn’t noticed. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” I took a sip of my beer, eyes still locked on her. She’d caught me staring a few times, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Got one in your sights?” It was a rhetorical question. He paused and scoffed. “Lucky girl.”
“She probably will be. Only time will tell.”
Devon snickered. “You’re a whore. And I say that with the utmost respect.”
We tapped our bottles together. “Indeed.”
I rolled my eyes back over to her. She’d grabbed her friend and they were out on the dance floor. She kept tossing me the fuck-me-eyes hard enough I could catch them and put them in my pocket. She definitely knew how to work her hips. Perhaps I’d get a private dance later.
Devon stared and shook his head. “Yep. She’s gonna get it. You lucky fucker.”
“Luck plays no role.” I gave him a playful slap on the cheek.
“Cocky motherfucker.” He turned to one of the guys and started up a different conversation.
I kept my eyes affixed on mystery girl. Every time she caught me staring, I’d smile, she’d blush. I’d seen the routine a thousand times, and they always ended up coming on my cock later. She was beautiful, sexy, and had curves that were just about killing me. My cock warred with my zipper every time she bit that plump little lip of hers.
Tease.
My window of opportunity opened, and I stood and made my way toward her. I could practically feel her heart speed up as I closed in. She turned away at the last second.