It was just me and Mr. Archer. The room seemed to be growing hotter and hotter. I wished I could take off my jacket.
He turned away from me suddenly, stalking back toward the windows, and put one hand on the glass. Was I supposed to follow him? Stay in place? I had no idea what to do. But he looked so stately like that – what a perfect photo it would have been. He began, “So, Ms. Bowen. Lela. What equipment have you brought with you?”
I loved the way he said my first name. I wanted to get drunk on that voice. Plus, this question I could answer. Photography was my domain. “My SLR camera, a couple lenses for portraiture. A tripod of course.”
Still turned away from me, he said, “What are you waiting for? Set it up. Let’s take some test shots.”
Him not facing me was unnerving. When would he turn around? Regardless, I squatted down and began opening the contents of my bag. Finally, he turned and walked over to a spot along the edge of his desk. My heart leaped upon realizing that at his position he could catch a glimpse of what was under my skirt. My eyes darted up to his gorgeous green ones, and I caught him staring in a straight line to my crotch. He didn’t even try to hide it, he was looking straight at my panties, maybe even at the wet spot from earlier.
What surprised me was that I didn’t shift my legs to try and cover up. In fact, I parted them just an inch more. Look at me, Mr. Archer. This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it? My fantasies on the bus plus this hunk of a CEO were making me act out of my mind. This wasn’t who I was, usually, but right now, I wanted him to be looking at my panties and fantasizing about the tender flesh underneath them.
I stared back down at my camera bag, feeling like I could melt under the intensity of his gaze. The room was sweltering. In between screwing on a lens, I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead.
His voice rang out, slow and confident. “Ms. Bowen, you can take off your jacket. We can be casual here, despite appearances. I’d like you to be nice and comfortable.”
He glared at me, as though it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. He wanted me to undress. Oh god. I took a deep breath. Keep it together, Lela. You’re here for an interview. Stop projecting your fantasies onto this man.
I nodded. He’d already seen my panties, which I practically served him on a golden platter. Why not my bra too?
Still from the floor, I slipped off my jacket, one arm at a time and dropped it on the floor next to me. His eyes widened for a split second, as if he couldn’t believe his luck at being able to see right through my shirt. And the show didn’t stop there. I noticed that the top button I had previously buttoned had come undone, so my cleavage was peaking through the top. Mr. Archer was getting a show and he was loving it. Watching him watch me was getting me hornier still. Couldn’t he just stride over here and rip this blouse off me?
He smiled at me. “Mmm, that’s better isn’t it?”
My breath caught in my chest. His voice was killing me. I felt powerless to it, like I would do anything he asked. But, not now Lela. I had to take professional test shots, and I had to crush this evaluation. I finished setting up my camera, and stood up, noticeably bouncing. That I couldn’t help. I may have been petite all over but I was blessed with these full, natural Cs. The snug bra only pushed them up further.
“I’m yours to command, Ms. Bowen,” he said, arms out, putting on a false pretense of obsequiousness.
Clearing my throat, I said in my best authoritarian voice, “Stand in that corner please. It has the best light.”
He walked over to the spot as instructed. It felt good to boss him around. What else would he do?
“Now cross your arms.”
He did so.
I continued, “And look at me.”
His grinned, deviously. “As if I could look anywhere else.”
Oh God, I couldn’t believe he just said that. But still, he kept glancing at my chest. Only one chance. I’d take it. “Well, at the camera, if you please. Try not to let your eyes wander.”
His wicked grin stayed planted on his face. It worked. “That might be difficult. I’m sure you understand.”
What was I trying to start here? I had to reign myself in. I spoke in my most professional voice. “Let’s begin. I’m going to take a series of shots, where I’ll have you stand in a couple different positions.”
I bent behind the camera and started clicking. He followed my instructions and looked into the lens, but his face never dropped his greedy stare, like his appetite for whatever was behind the camera was insatiable.
After a couple poses, he broke away and strutted up behind me to review the shots. I hadn’t indicated that I’d finished, but apparently he’d had enough. Nothing I could say to counter that. He was standing so close to me now, I could smell his intoxicating, fresh scent. I wanted to lean in closer, but I retained my composure, on the outside anyway. I shifted my legs and felt the wetness in between them. Shit. It was starting again.
“Show me,” he commanded.
I switched the camera to review mode, and without warning, he put his finger on top of mine, against the camera’s buttons. Fuck, he was touching me. Just a finger, but it felt like he had placed his finger on my clit, it was so sensual. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and I stiffened, trying to steady myself from melting into a puddle right there.
His finger applied pressure, pushing the button to scroll from the next photo to the next. Click, click. Each photograph reflected the reality of our session, the absolute hunger in his eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole. I should say something.
But before I could, his voice prickled in my ear. “Do you know why I brought you in here today?”
This question sounded loaded, dangerous, but I didn’t know why he was asking me. “To interview me for—”
He cut me off, still cool as ever. “No, I mean do you know why I brought you, in particular, here today?”
My heart was pounding, making my breathing louder. Could he hear? I wondered myself, why did he choose me? I squirmed, “I don’t know. My portfolio caught your eye?”
He moved around to face me, still close. His emerald eyes dug deep into mine. My heart was pounding so fast. He could see that his questions were agonizing me, and he loved it. “It caught more than my eye. Let’s bring it up, shall we?”
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