Chapter 3

• I wake up at six in the morning, take a shower, eat a cheese bread with coffee, which my mother had already left ready for me, and rush back to my room. I get ready and put on a tight black dress, a white blazer over it and black heels, then I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I put on some light make-up, marking my eyes with eyeliner and applying a light pink lipstick to my lips. I grab my purse and hurry to the garage. I go with my mother's car, since she won't be going out today, thank goodness.
• As soon as the gate opens, I start the car and drive in a hurry to the address they sent me. At ten to seven I arrive at the company, walk through the glass doors and tell the receptionist that I have an interview. She takes me to a room and asks me to wait.
• I am alone in this huge room. In the centre of it, there is a table with many chairs around it, I can't even tell how many. The room is well decorated in shades of dark grey. I notice how tidy and clean it all is. I sit down on one of the chairs and peck at the tea the receptionist gave me.
• I pick up my mobile phone and see that it's seven o'clock on the dot. Who will be interviewing me? I barely have time to be curious, because soon I hear the door open. A man enters the room stepping firmly and I feel my hands suddenly become shaky, making the tea spill a little on the table. What the fuck, now what?
• The man approaches me and stops right in front of me. He has brown hair at the nape of his neck, piercing eyes and has a beautiful mouth, an imposing physique and the way he looks at me leaves me speechless. Wow, is that my interviewer? Will I be able to say anything intelligent to this man while he's giving me that sexy look? Shit, of course not.
• - Ana Caroline? - What kind of hot accent is that? American? Oh my God, he has such a sexy voice. It's thick and husky, making my whole body shiver just for speaking my name. What is it about this man that makes me like this?
• - Eh... That's me all right. Forgive me for the mess, I'll clean it up.
• I hurry to look for a cloth or paper in the room, but he quickly extends a handkerchief in my direction. Without grace, I take it and wipe the table, running. Then I fold the handkerchief and return it to him with a shy smile as he watches me from top to bottom. Was he looking at my ass? Men really don't waste time.
• - I'm Cam, the owner of the company. Shall we get started?
• What kind of proposition is this, Mr. Cam? You're making me uncomfortable... I wake up from my delirium and come to reality. The owner of the company himself is going to interview me, which means I have to be perfect! I need a job so badly, and I can't take my eyes off him. I have to concentrate!
• He pulls the chair out for me and I sit back down. Then he sits down in front of me and looks at me intently.
• - 'Well, Miss Caroline, why are you interested in working here?
• I sigh and look away from him for a moment, then say:
• - I'm great at what I do, Sir. I'm a perfectionist in my work and it would be a great pleasure to work for your company, one of the best in this city.
• - Um... are you interested in working for me?
• - Of course I would.
• - I mean just for me, Caroline.
• Oh boy, he doesn't say my name like that... I'm blushing, that look in his eyes makes me... I don't even know how he makes me, really. I can't even think straight.
• - Of course, if you're approved, I'll go.
• - Well, you're already hired for me. You start Monday. You'll have a lot of work around here, so enjoy this weekend, as it will be your last days of quiet. With me you will have no rest for a long time. - Your words give me a double meaning and I just nod. - Friday I will call you to arrange lunch and we will clarify how things will work out. Welcome, Caroline.
• He says my name in that sexy way and I'm mesmerized. Man, I'm going to go crazy working for him. I reply calmly.
• - Thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank you. Thank you so much, Sir.
• - No problem, I'll walk you out.
• Cam opens the door for me and guides me in, lightly holding my forearm. His touch is warm and makes my breathing uneven. In a few minutes this man has stirred all my senses, in ways I could never have imagined. After we reach the exit door, he says:
• - See you Friday, Caroline.
• He winks at me and walks away. I soon realise that it's not just me, wherever he goes the women let out a heavy breath. This man has many women at his feet, and just by the way he looked at me I can tell he's going to drive me crazy too.