Chapter 6: Sean

I fucking hated interview potential employees, especially potential employees who were so unbelievably unqualified that I had to wonder what the staffing company was thinking in sending them over. I had one more interview to do and if that one was a bust, I’d just give Boozie’s idiot niece the job, which is what dad wanted to do in the first place.

Boozie’s niece Little Boots (dad gave her the nickname and I have no idea what it even means) was even higher on the dumb blonde scale than her aunt, but she had a set of killer tits and a bubble ass and called dad “Uncle Patsy” and would probably suck his cock every morning as he drank his coffee if the old man asked.

I think dad was thinking he would just slide Little Boots (I had no idea what her real name was) into Boozie’s old place and take up with her where he and Boozie left off. A younger, sleeker, cheaper model.

I rubbed my eyes and blew out a long breath. I kept telling dad that times had changed. We didn’t need a guard dog at the front desk like the old days when his shady business pals came and went with regularity. We just needed someone to answer phones, do some filing and typing, get coffee, run errands and keep the place organized. I’d do my whoring at The White Rabbit and dad could go home and fuck the housekeeper.

Or mom.

We didn’t need to do it in the office anymore.

The office was for business, not for fun.

Then I saw her standing outside my office door and all thoughts of celibacy in the office went out the window. She was tall, with short dark hair and dark eyes, wearing a gray jacket and skirt that hugged her round hips and was cut just a hair longer than a miniskirt.

She had on a black camisole under the short gray jacket that showed off just enough cleavage to make my mouth water. Her face was perfect; big eyes, plump lips, a turned-up nose, and barely any makeup because she didn’t need it.

Her legs were long and toned and tapered into a pair of perfect ankles. She wore a pair of black heels that showed off her bright red toenails. She tapped lightly at the doorframe and gave me a timid smile.

“Mr. O’Connor?” She was carrying a folder in her left hand. With her right hand, she stuck out her thumb and pointed it toward Boozie’s desk. “The lady told me to just come on back. I hope that’s all right.”

“Yes, it is,” I said, smiling as I came around the desk with my hand out. “Please, come in.”

The timidity left her lips and she smiled. She slid her hand into mine and I gave it a little shake. Her hand was warm and soft. I sniffed the air between us. She smelled of soap and lilacs. I looked down at our joined hands. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t want to let it go. I hung on to her hand until he gently tugged it away.

“Please,” I said, directing her to the chair in front of my desk. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Soda? A glass of wine, perhaps.”

She gave me a funny look and I shook my head. “Sorry, I mean, please, have a seat.”

She sat down and made a production out of crossing her long legs. She laced her fingers around her knee. I sat behind the desk and tried not to look like a total idiot. I was usually Joe Cool around the ladies. This one had me a little frazzled, probably because I’d never expected a woman like her to walk through my door.

I worked up my best professional smile and nodded at the folder she was holding. “So, did you bring a resume, Miss…”

“Goodman. Claire Goodman,” she said formally. She opened the folder and took out a single sheet of paper and slid it across the desk to me.

“Fine, just let me take a look,” I said, picking up the resume and pretending to read it. I was having a hard time concentrating. She was just so… distracting, without even meaning to be.

Most of the women in my life were gold diggers and party girls I met at The White Rabbit or late night tittie bars. I could not tell you the last time I had a real conversation with a real woman.

My conversations usually go something like, “You wanna drink? You wanna blow me? You wanna fuck?”

I wondered Claire Goodman would respond to such tawdry lines. Not very well, I suspected.

“I have an Associate’s degree in business management, and I’ve done secretarial and administrative work for several years,” she said. “My last job was with Global Exports, so I’m pretty familiar with your industry. Before that, I worked for the city in the transit department. There are references from both places at the bottom there”

“Yes, yes, I see,” I said, frowning as if in thought. Global Exports was a small fry operation in Jersey and I couldn’t give a shit what anyone who worked for the city had to say. I forced my eyes to focus on the paper rather than her cleavage, which kept pulling at my eye like a magnet to steel. I looked up from the resume and smiled. “This looks very good. You seem well qualified.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m very good with computers and most Office programs. I’m also very good at time management, organization, scheduling…” She leaned into the desk and batted her eyelashes at me. “I also make a mean banana muffin.”

“I do love banana muffins,” I said. I kept smiling. I couldn’t stop smiling. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.

This girl was like a breath of fresh air, something this place – and my stale life -- could sorely use. I picked up her resume and pretended to read it again like I was rechecking some important point. Without looking at her, I asked, “So if you were chosen for the position (I’d like to choose a position for her) when could you start?”

“Well, since it’s already Friday afternoon, how about Monday?” she suggested, her pretty brow furrowed in thought.

“Monday will be fine,” I said, still staring at the resume without actually reading a word. “Are you busy tonight?”

I glanced up to find her frowning at me. A look of caution washed over her pretty face. “I’m sorry?”

I held up a hand and shook my head. “Let me rephrase that,” I said. “We’re having a little company get together tonight at my place. Sort of a going away party for the lady you’ll be replacing. I thought it might be a good chance for you to meet the rest of the crew before you start work Monday.”

Her smiled returned. Her eyes sparkled. “So, I got the job?”

I stood up and stuck out my hand again. “Miss Goodman, welcome to the team.”