Chapter 5

• "Sorry, Mister. I was just admiring-," her words cut off as she rounded the corner and saw a beautiful dark-brown haired man sitting behind a huge mahogany desk.
• 'Wow, that beard.
• The man had a nice, full-sized beard accompanied by a mustache and along with his rather handsome face, his muscles were all but bulging out of the arms of his suit.
• He was jotting something down on a piece of paper so Ann couldn't see his eyes but she was willing to bet they were beautiful--whatever color.
• Her heart was racing as she realized that he was quite literally the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Like something straight out of a magazine.
• She took a deep breath to calm her heart and tried to regain her composure before starting again, "I'm here for the interview," she said in a low voice, highly intimidated by this god of a man.
• Standing about halfway between the desk and the door, she waited for him to finally look up and acknowledge her.
• "Well, go on then. Sit down in one of the two chairs I've got here. Don't just stand there in the middle of my floor as if you've never been to an interview before," he said before finally looking up at her.
• And the way the morning light hit his eyes at just the right angle...they were a beautiful shade of amber that reminded her of honey, of marmalade, of bourbon all mixed into one.
• He watched her every step with those gorgeous eyes and she saw him rake them down her figure and then back up again.
• 'It seems you, indeed, made a very good outfit choice today'
• She was loving the way his eyes followed the curve of her hips, over her stomach, and up to her breasts. She was humble but also wasn't afraid to say she looked good.
• 'There's nothing wrong with a little self-confidence.'
• When she finally took a seat in one of the white leather chairs, she crossed her right leg over the left knowing that the slit on her thigh was bringing attention to her legs.
• They sat in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to say something, but this was his office so she would wait for him.
• Just from the few sentences he had said she was already getting a taste of his Type A personality and she loved it. The people-pleaser in her was thrilled at the prospect of this being her new boss and she suddenly wanted the job even more.
• "Well," he asked as he arched a bushy dark brown brow.
• What?
• What does that mean?
• "Um...," she breathed out, confused.
• He sighed, dragging a hand through his short hair, "Let's begin with your name, shall we?"
• She felt flushed and stuttered, "A-Annalisa Greyson but please call me Ann, Mister," she said the last part a little clearer.
• He put the tip of his pen cap between his teeth and was silent for a moment before he stated, "I'll call you Annalisa if you don't mind. It's quite long, unique, and formal sounding."
• She felt her face redden even more, "That's fine, Mister."
• 'Long and unique, hmm?
• She tried not to roll her eyes at the innuendo.
• Suddenly, she realized she had no idea what his name was. He had to be a higher-up if she needed a code to get to his office, though.
• "I'm sorry, Mister, but I didn't catch your name," she blushed and felt underprepared as that was the one thing she needed to know before the interview. Maybe she would've known how to act had she known who this man was.
• "Well, I'm Dylan Silverstone, but you can call me Dylan or Mister."
• Ann's jaw almost hit the floor.
• This man was the 'Silverstone' of this company? As in the same guy from that gossip program on the radio a few weeks ago?
• No wonder he radiated dominance, no wonder he was intimidating, and no wonder she was so intrigued by him.
• He had that kind of take-charge, no-nonsense attitude that she was attracted to, but the way he was acting towards her so far was really throwing her off her game.
• She clasped her manicured fingers on her lap as she looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows and suddenly felt like a child under his ever-watchful eye.
• "Annalisa, where are you from?"
• She turned and looked at him, "A small town outside of New Orleans, Louisiana, Mister. How'd you know I wasn't from here?"
• He leaned back in his chair and smirked, "Because you had no idea who I was."
• She tapped her nails against each other and felt small again, "Sorry, Mister. I actually just came to the city a few weeks ago."
• Looking down at his papers for a few seconds, he then pushed his chair away and walked to the front of the desk before leaning against it and crossing his ankles.
• "How old are you, Annalisa?" he asked with his arms crossed over his chest, his tight sleeves accentuating the muscles there.
• "I'm 22, Mister," she stated in a low voice and watched as his eyebrows rose a fraction.
• She hoped he didn't think that just because she was young that meant she was incompetent.
• "You're a little young," he said, stating her fear before continuing, "You think you could keep up with my busy schedule?"
• "I think so, Mister. I'm a really fast learner, I'm a hard worker, and I've got an exceptional work ethic," she stated, puffing her chest out in pride.
• He smiled and then walked behind her and she heard a clinking sound coming from across the room a few seconds later.
• "I took a look at your resume this morning before you got here and it's quite impressive, Annalisa. Party city girl goes to a college but drops out a year before she graduates? You were majoring in business. What happened to make you come all the way here?" he asked, and she suddenly felt anxious as she felt like some sort of prey without the hunter in her line of sight.
• She did all she could to keep her back to him but shut her eyes, digging her nails into the palms of her hands.