Divorce is a sad thing.

As I sign the final papers, I consider for a second, the good times--and there were a lot of good times. But now, at the tender age of thirty-eight, I’m with a husband who refuses to have children with me.

Or was with, I should say.

It’s just a deal breaker. I want to have kids.

I refocus, thinking about my work as I stare out the twenty-second floor window of my skyscraper, wondering why it took me so long to get to this point.

Separate bedrooms for two years.

No sex. Little passion. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

It’s funny. I’ve got all the money in the world, but what I really want money can’t buy.

How am I supposed to go about dating now?

I sigh as I pull up my Tinder profile. Yes, Tinder.

I’m thirty-eight and I’m on Tinder. Don’t judge.

It’s going to be a long shot for me to find someone out there who I really see eye to eye with anyway. I mean, c’mon. Take Ralph’s profile. He’s thirty-seven, likes “to party”, whatever he means by that, and his picture is of him in a cowboy hat and a football jersey, it’s completely ridiculous.

C’mon buddy. You’re in your late thirties and we live in Minnesota. So, why would you think that a cowboy hat is a good idea?

I sigh and decide that I really need to focus on work. I close out of the app, turn my iPhone face down on my desk, and try to concentrate on the tasks at hand. What am I even doing today anyway?

I pull up my agenda for today on my email and look through.

Oh damn. I have a meeting that started two minutes ago. Shoot, we’re hiring a new manager for one of the teams beneath me.

Okay, I better go and check that out.

As I head out of my office and onto the main floor, I see all the different people who work in the office. It’s kind of tough to stay in shape when you’re working hour after hour, sitting in your office. But, some people do their best.

I head down to the seventh floor and the secretary nods.

“Oh, hello Ms. Billings. Your candidate is waiting for you in the interview room,” she says.

“Perfect,” I say with a nod. “Thank you.”

My heels click on the floor as I head to the designated room.

I glance at my notes. We’re hiring for a new territory manager, and we need someone ambitious, hungry, and capable.

I open the door of our private interview room and from my peripheral vision, I can see the man sitting in a suit. He’s leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

He’s a cocky one already, that’s plain to see.

“So,” I say in a business-like tone, pushing my glasses up my nose. “You must be Mr...”

“Jinx,” he says in a low voice. “That’s what everybody calls me. My name is Jack Jinxston. Nice to meet you Mrs. Billings.”

“Oh,” I say without thinking. “it’s Ms. Billings now.”

“Oh, alright,” he replies, nodding in understanding. I swear I notice a hint of interest in his eyes, but I can’t be certain.

“Anyways, I’m here to talk about your background. Looks like you’ve done a lot of work for us. I mean, for one of our competitors.”

“Yes,” he says. “I worked for a supplier in Asia for about five years and when I got back, I transferred to your biggest competitor, FTK Inc.”

“So, why would you want to work for us?” I say, rubbing my forehead and trying to zone in.

That’s when I refocus and notice something interesting about this man.

Holy shit, this guy is hot as hell. That sexy jaw line. Broad shoulders. Is that suit tailored? If I were going to have kids, I’d want them to look just like him.

Fuck me, I swallow.

Trying to refocus myself on the interview at hand as he babbles on. I’ve got to stay professional here.

Just then, I look down at my blouse and notice that the top button has popped out.

“Oh fuck,” I say, glancing down and making a move to fix it.

“That’s alright,” he says with a smirk. “That’s a nice view.”

I cough indignantly.

“Are you serious right now?”

“What? I can’t appreciate the fact that it’s a great view from up here in this corner office?” He arches his eyebrow, and looks out the window down to the river, smiling.

Holy hell. Did I just invent him checking out my boobs in my mind?

I’m going to lose it.

“Nothing,” I say, suddenly flustered. “I thought you’re talking about my, you know what? Nevermind.”

He laughs. “That I was talking about your...what exactly? I don’t follow.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s keep going with the interview,” I reiterate. But there’s no doubt I’m losing my composure in front of this man.

This hot, put-together man who is at least eight years younger than me.

A man who is going to be working beneath me.

I clear my mind of the obvious double entendre, and get back to the task at hand.

He scrubs his hand across his face and leans back, his icy blue eyes searing into me.

“Soo...are you going to ask another question?”

“Yes. Can you give an example of when you had to overcome a difficult challenge?”

“Oh yeah, of course,” he grins. “How about right now? This about the hardest I have ever been. I’ve got to sit across from you in this interview.”

“Excuse me?” I say, dropping my jaw and nearly bursting out in anger. “Did you say you’re the hardest?”

“Um, no,” he shoots me a confused look. “I said this is the hardest thing I’ve ever have to do. This interview. I’ve been following your career for a while, Ms. Billings. I’m not sure if you remember, but I was a temp here for a summer in college. It’s intimidating to meet with a person as successful as you for an interview,” he clarifies.

I clench and unclench my hand. Are my ears not working right?!

I could have sworn he just said he was hard, not this is hard.

“Wait, what did you think I said?” he asks.

I can’t tell if this guy is just fucking with me or if I’m literally taking everything out of context.

The fact is, he is hot as hell and that I may not have gotten laid in the last two years.

Not. Have not gotten laid.

“I thought you said. Never mind.”

I look down again at my button, which has popped off again.

“Damn it. Stupid blouse,” I mutter.

“Is everything alright, Ms. Billings?” he asks with concerned, naturally kind eyes.

I can’t believe this, but I’m turning red. The way that custom suit fits perfectly to his body, he’s got to have a fantastic set of abs beneath there.

The angel on my shoulder tells me I need to stop objectifying this guy.

But the devil reminds me I’m the boss.

And I should do whatever I want with this handsome young man.

“Can you just tell me a little bit more about what this job entails?” he continues, raking a hand through his brown hair. “I researched it as much as I could online but, but I wanted to hear it directly from you. About the specifics.”

“Okay,” I say. “Well, you’ll be working directly beneath me.”

“Oh, wow. I’d love to do that,” he grins.

“Alright, that’s it,” I say, standing up. “This is the last straw, Jinx. I’m not going to sit here and be disrespected like this. I’m sick and tired of your dirty jokes.”

“What dirty jokes? Ms. Billings with all due respect, I’m trying to answer your questions as best as I can. If I’ve said anything inappropriate, I apologize. But that’s not my intention. You’re twisting my words around.”

I definitely shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts I’m thinking about him right now. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or this is all in my own head. But I swear, I’m getting signals from him. Or am I? How am I supposed to know? I haven’t dated since my 20’s.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“I’m thirty years old, Ms. Billings.”

“Alright Jinx. So, you don’t have a problem working beneath me?” I ask in an accusatory tone.

“No problem whatsoever. In fact, I’m sure that will be hard. But let me tell you, I’m sure, I’ll be able to deliver. I always do. I deliver very big.”

His blue eyes are icy as he says the words and I can’t take this. I’m done. Who cares?

“Come closer, Mr. Jinx.” I command.

He stands up and comes around the desk so that he’s an arm’s length away.

“Alright, I’ve got no time for games. Either you’re in or you’re out. If you want the position, the job is yours.”

He swallows, lowering his eyes. I grab his arm.

Holy shit! He’s buff.

“Do you work out a lot? I ask.

“Is that part of the prerequisites for this position?” he arches his eyebrow, smirking.

“Not usually. But maybe we can work something out.”

“Well, I used to play football in college until I tore my Achilles,” he says. “Then I decided might as well focus on my education.”

“Good. That’s very good.”

My heart starts to hammer hard in my chest. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never thought about it. In fact, I don’t even know what gives me the courage to follow through.

But sometimes in life you’ve just gotta say fuck it, throw caution to the wind, and have a little fun.

“Take off your shirt. Start with your suit coat, Jinx.”

He does as he’s told, and I get up from my chair and circle around him, examining his body and posture.

This is one confident man we have.

“Ms. Billings, I’m not sure if this is-“

I cut him off.

“If you are not willing to get this position, working beneath me I’ll find someone who can.”

He looks a little reluctant but he removes his shirt.

“Just as I suspected.”

“What’s as you suspected?” he asks.

I run my hands over his abs.

“Holy shit. You are a Greek god, aren’t you?”

He shrugs. “I’ve been told.”

I unbutton my own shirt too.

“Ms. Billings, what are you doing?”

“Oh. Stop being such a prude.” I say.

I undo my shirt so that my bra is highlighting my supple breasts.

My boobs are full yet still perky. It’s one of the best assets the good Lord has given me.

My hearts speeds up. I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. I can’t help it.

Apparently the devil on my shoulder won.

And there’s no going back now.

“Remove my bra.” I tell him.

He flexes his jaw, and I think I see hesitation in his eyes. But he obeys.

“Yes, Ms. Billings.” He says as he reaches his arm around me. He undoes my bra like a fucking pro.

“Huh. You’ve undone a few of those haven't you?” I say with a smile.

“Yes.” He says.

“Now suck it.” I add.

“Suck?”

“Yes. Suck my tits, Jinx.”

“Ms. Billings, I don’t know if this is-“

“Do you want your job or not?”

“I do.”

“Then get your tongue to work.”

He swallows, then moves forward, lowering his head and softly kissing his way across my chest, making sure to pay attention to every exposed inch before he flicks his tongue over my nipples, biting gently at first, then sucking harder the more I groan.

“Oh god, yes. Jinx. Yes.” I say. “That’s fucking right.” Reaching my hand down his pants, I grab onto his cock.

“Holy shit!”

He smirks grinning as he looks up at me.

“You like that Ms. Billings? Would you like that beneath you?”

“Shut up.” I say grabbing his face. “Shut up and suck my tits.”

He does as he’s told enthusiastically but gently flicking his tongue on my nipple.

“Fuck yes.” I moan. “You’re fucking hot.” I say.

“Stop,” I command and he does almost instantly. Backing away, he looks so delicious with his washboard abs, his muscled frame and his square jaw.

I pull up my skirt. Sit back on the desk leaning back.

“Now Jinx.” I say. “Lick my pussy.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says obediently, then glides his tongue across my legs and runs his hands up my abdomen before he finds his way to my clit, lapping me up eagerly.

“I guess I’m on.” I lean back as he caresses my clit with his tongue. He works a finger inside and wraps it in.

“Holy shit.” I moan. “Oh my god.”

It’s the accumulation of two years of no sex with my husband. My ex-husband. It’s the fact that he didn’t go down on me for five years.

And here is this man. This hot sexy young man is going down on me lapping me up. My obedient little employee.

I thread my hand through his hair and fuck his face, gyrating my hips back and forth on his tongue.

Holy shit.

“Gonna come,” I mutter, suddenly at his mercy.

He looks up at me, pulling away for a moment.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, almost angrily.

With a grin he dives back to my pussy and licks me.

My skin tingles. The heavens part and finally I remember what it feels like to have true desire as I come all over his face.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaims as I do.

“You're a squirter, Ms. Billings.”

“Yes,” I admit, my chest still heaving.

He says as he's looking up at me with a silly grin, my juice all over his face.

“So do I have the job?”

“Yes.” I smile then thread my hand through his hair. “Yes you do Jinx.”