her hair over her shoulder as she laughs and waves me to follow her. “Nick has not cleared his schedule for Mark or Kimberly Ann. Nor has he blocked off a meeting room for you to sit downstairs,” she says condescendingly. “I have to say you have me curious, is it the money? Have we not said the magic number? Or is there something else that I am missing? I have never seen someone so determined to flush away their future and I certainly have never seen Nick so determine to have someone on board.”
“I have my reasons for not wanting the position, but they are personal, if you don’t mind,” I say curtly.
I don’t like this woman one bit. What does he see in her? She lets out an exasperated sound and shrugs at me. “Suit yourself, Nick is an amazing employer.”
“I bet,” I bite out and step pass her into the room she has led me to.
I step into the room to find Mark and Kimmie sitting nervously at a boardroom table across from each other. The chair at the head of the table is facing away from them toward the amazing view from the wall of glass windows. I can hear Nick’s voice rumbling through the room as he barks off clipped instructions to whoever is on the receiving end of the conversation.
Jillian places a light hand on my arm to lead me to the top of the table to sit beside Nick. I can see the profile of his face as he finishes his conversation and Jillian takes the seat across from me in front of some file folders and a tablet.
“Yes, I expect all of this done by today,” Nick orders. “It seems things aren’t getting done around here if I don’t do them myself. If it is not done, then I have the understanding that you will not be returning to the office tomorrow. Someone capable will be in your position.”
He disconnects his call and turns his chair back to face the rest of us. His face is pure stone as he sets his eyes on me. I don’t know whether I should melt at the sight of him or if I should cringe in fear. He runs a hand through his unruly hair and licks his bottom lip.
Oh, this is so wrong; I shouldn’t be here. The energy crackling between us is enough to have the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Can he feel that, can the others in the room feel it? If Jillian can, she is sure taking it well, but if I looked like her I wouldn’t worry either.
“It seems you all missed breakfast this morning,” Nicholas says impassively, not taking his eyes off of me once. “Jillian, please have them serve brunch now.”
“Yes, Mr. Lincoln,” Jillian replies and taps something on her tablet.
“Now Sephora, I have been a very patient man. These interviews you have been going on, I’ve allowed them so that you could get the experience you so desired, but I have come to the end of my rope.”
“Excuse me,” I squawk incredulously.
“Name your number, Sephora, tell me what it will take to close this deal today, I will not wait any longer.”
“I have no number because I do not want the job. I thank you for the offer Mr. Lincoln, but the answer is no,” I say with finality.
He growls, and I mean growls at me. “Everyone out,” he barks.
Kimmie and Mark jumped up and rush for the door and I jump from my seat to follow. “Sit. Down. Sephora. Get out, Jillian, now!”
Jillian blinks at him before collecting her tablet and exiting quickly. I stand watching the door everyone just left out of wondering if I can get out of the door in my heels without breaking my neck. That’s when I feel the power of this man pulsing at my back.
Before I can turn, his hands are on my waist and his lips are at my ear. “I thought I told you to sit down. I never thought you would be so defiant. I need you to sit down Sephora before I say fuck the job and bend you over the table while I fuck you.”
My mouth has gone completely dry. Am I having another of these hot dreams? Oh, I so want to stand here and see if he makes good on that threat. That is the best option since I know I can’t have the
“I have my reasons for not wanting the position, but they are personal, if you don’t mind,” I say curtly.
I don’t like this woman one bit. What does he see in her? She lets out an exasperated sound and shrugs at me. “Suit yourself, Nick is an amazing employer.”
“I bet,” I bite out and step pass her into the room she has led me to.
I step into the room to find Mark and Kimmie sitting nervously at a boardroom table across from each other. The chair at the head of the table is facing away from them toward the amazing view from the wall of glass windows. I can hear Nick’s voice rumbling through the room as he barks off clipped instructions to whoever is on the receiving end of the conversation.
Jillian places a light hand on my arm to lead me to the top of the table to sit beside Nick. I can see the profile of his face as he finishes his conversation and Jillian takes the seat across from me in front of some file folders and a tablet.
“Yes, I expect all of this done by today,” Nick orders. “It seems things aren’t getting done around here if I don’t do them myself. If it is not done, then I have the understanding that you will not be returning to the office tomorrow. Someone capable will be in your position.”
He disconnects his call and turns his chair back to face the rest of us. His face is pure stone as he sets his eyes on me. I don’t know whether I should melt at the sight of him or if I should cringe in fear. He runs a hand through his unruly hair and licks his bottom lip.
Oh, this is so wrong; I shouldn’t be here. The energy crackling between us is enough to have the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Can he feel that, can the others in the room feel it? If Jillian can, she is sure taking it well, but if I looked like her I wouldn’t worry either.
“It seems you all missed breakfast this morning,” Nicholas says impassively, not taking his eyes off of me once. “Jillian, please have them serve brunch now.”
“Yes, Mr. Lincoln,” Jillian replies and taps something on her tablet.
“Now Sephora, I have been a very patient man. These interviews you have been going on, I’ve allowed them so that you could get the experience you so desired, but I have come to the end of my rope.”
“Excuse me,” I squawk incredulously.
“Name your number, Sephora, tell me what it will take to close this deal today, I will not wait any longer.”
“I have no number because I do not want the job. I thank you for the offer Mr. Lincoln, but the answer is no,” I say with finality.
He growls, and I mean growls at me. “Everyone out,” he barks.
Kimmie and Mark jumped up and rush for the door and I jump from my seat to follow. “Sit. Down. Sephora. Get out, Jillian, now!”
Jillian blinks at him before collecting her tablet and exiting quickly. I stand watching the door everyone just left out of wondering if I can get out of the door in my heels without breaking my neck. That’s when I feel the power of this man pulsing at my back.
Before I can turn, his hands are on my waist and his lips are at my ear. “I thought I told you to sit down. I never thought you would be so defiant. I need you to sit down Sephora before I say fuck the job and bend you over the table while I fuck you.”
My mouth has gone completely dry. Am I having another of these hot dreams? Oh, I so want to stand here and see if he makes good on that threat. That is the best option since I know I can’t have the
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