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  It was Nick. He told me that he had instructed the front desk staff to send the PA to me on the fifteenth floor instead of to the lower manager on the third. He also told me that her name was Vivian and I wondered about the irony as I thought about my blonde ex for a moment.

  Chapter 3 - Vivian

  I dried my hair straight today after my shower, leaving time to apply light makeup. It seemed like I rarely did this anymore and I worked on trying to just accent my eyes instead of making a thick line with the black gel liner that Lainie gave me. She did a makeup vlog on Youtube and got a ton of stuff for free, so I had a growing collection now. I just needed to learn how to use it all for work.

  I pulled on the clothes I had picked out and roused Mason for the day, cooking him eggs and toast. He came out of his room dressed for school and I sat him down as I poured myself some of the coffee that was on sale at the store this week. I didn’t eat like he did in the morning but I choked down some toast to set an example of a good mom. I preferred to eat later in the day after he was at school, but that might all be changing now.

  I sighed. I was nervous just to be in Carter’s building. My hands shook as I sipped the coffee and tried to focus on the positive of the situation, which was money and stability for my son. I put my uncomfortable heels on and walked Mason outside. I hugged him goodbye before he climbed on the bus and found a seat next to his new best friend.

  I gathered everything I needed from the apartment and made my way to the subway to get into Manhattan. For a small-town girl, it was an overwhelming experience. I found a seat in the corner, listening with interest to all the chatter around me. If I got the job, this would be a regular thing for me. I did love to people watch but I’d need to adjust to the hustle and bustle. It was better than driving to work, with the traffic and the street parking. I’d learn to use this time to relax and maybe get some reading done.

  If I got the job. I hoped that I did since the benefits were incredible. I would have health and dental for Mason and a great salary. I could make something of myself here since I’d done online college from home while Mason was younger. I had a thing for numbers.

  I got to my stop and adjusted my big purse before leaving with a big throng of people as they got off the train. I walked up the dark stairs into the sun and took a deep breath as I stared around at the big buildings. It had a completely different vibe than Brooklyn and excited me. I figured out where to go and walked with all the other people to their jobs or maybe just for coffee. There was a lot to do here.

  I saw the building I was looking for. As I waited for the light to turn green, I took in the tall structure that was nearly all windows. It was beautiful and I felt a burst of pride for Carter for a moment before a sadness entered my heart when I remembered that he’d never know his son. I frowned as I walked over to the building and through the automatic doors. The lobby was massive with a small coffee cart, several couches, and a large reception desk with two beautiful women helping people. It was a very modern room and I sensed the company’s professionalism. I looked doubtfully at my outfit for a second. Did the cardigan make me look like a grandmother?

  Never mind. I was already here. I approached the desk and the blonde asked how she could help me. I told her my name and added that I had an interview. She took me in with a shrewd gaze for a quick moment. Then she looked at her computer and clicked some buttons before nodding. “Yes, I see you. The fifteenth floor.”

  “Fifteenth? I thought it was the third floor?” I asked as she narrowed her eyes.

  “It says the fifteenth. Just take a right off the elevator and go to the reception desk right there. They’ll get you to the right place.” Her tone suggested that I was being clueless about why I was here. I nodded and walked away, trying not to let my nerves and confusion get the better of me. I wasn’t going to lose the job because of a bitchy receptionist making me feel insecure.

  I stood in the back of the elevator as others piled on and watched them get off on various other floors. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood, speaking of deals and clients with a sense of enthusiasm. I smiled to myself. This was a good sign. I was alone as the elevator rose smoothly to the last floor. I stepped out and took a deep breath. The view from here was incredible. I took a second to walk over to the window, glancing down as my hands shook. I was a bit scared of heights but this was a building, not a bridge. I walked over to the gorgeous redhead behind the reception desk, asking myself if I even belonged here. These women were all supermodel material while I had a little extra weight on me. “Hello. My name is Vivian Smith. I’m here for an interview.”

  Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at the computer. She gave me a curious look. “That you are. Right around the corner, you’ll find a conference room. Number one. Would you like any coffee?”

  I held up the cup I’d brought from home. “I’m still nursing this. Thank you, though.” I was glad this woman wasn’t bitchy to me, but I did wonder why the first one seemed to give me such an attitude when I told her my name and why I was here. I made my way past the reception desk and around the corner, talking myself up. I saw conference room one and walked inside, looking around. It was a good-sized room, done in cream and sage colors, with a long table in the center of the room. Everything was beautiful here.

  I walked to a seat that gave me a good view of the door. I wondered who was going to interview me. I’d been told that it would be a manager who was relatively low in the company’s hierarchy. But this was the top floor. I fought back the thought that I might actually run into Carter here. No, that wasn’t going to happen. He might work remotely, to begin with since he’d built this place. Owners had the luxury of doing that if they had a good staff.

  I closed my eyes and told myself to focus on the interview, but his gorgeous face swam behind my eyelids. He got the girls crazy back in high school. We dated on and off for a couple of years, but I wasn’t the only one who was in love with him and there had been a few other girls in between those times, as much as I had hated it. But whenever we were together, we were all over each other, which made up for it. We had a chemistry back then and I liked the fact that my first had given me such pleasure.

  I heard a familiar voice and watched as a man strode through the door, speaking sharply into a cell phone. My glossed pink mouth dropped open as he paused, seemingly listening to the person on the other end. My skin heated up. I shrunk back into the chair, trying to disappear.

  This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. I wasn’t being interviewed by him. I was here for another position.

  Unaware of me and my heated face, Carter kept talking and getting agitated by whatever was being said to him on the other end, finally telling the other person that he needed to take care of something. He ended the call and looked around the room. I shivered as he looked at me. Recognition flashed in his beautiful eyes.

  “Vivian?” He sounded shocked and he blinked at me before regaining his composure.

  “Yes, it’s me,” I murmured, frantically trying to think of a way out of this situation. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. He moved to the table and sat across from me, taking me in with a roving gaze. He cleared his throat.

  “I need a new PA so Nick gave me his interview. I lost my PA very suddenly and there’s a lot of work to be done.” He looked at me as I again fought the urge to get up and walk out.

  I couldn’t work with Carter. There was no possible way that I could. I needed the money more than anything but I was shaking, thinking of my son and the risks.

  “What are you doing in New York?” he asked as he leaned forward to look closely at me.

  “I had a friend who lived here and she suggested that I come out. More jobs and all,” I offered as he nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I needed a change of pace.”

  “You’re in finance now?” Carter sounded surprised and I sat up straight and narrowed my eyes. He licked his lips slowly.

  “I have a bachelor’s degree in it, from an online
college. I was always pretty good with numbers. I just didn’t know what to do with it for a while.” That was close enough to the truth. I had always planned to be a teacher, but this degree was quicker and easier and offered good job opportunities. I would never admit to him that my plans changed when I had a baby, his baby.

  “I remember that. You always scored well in classes that dealt with numbers and you were good at English. I always admired that,” Carter murmured. Heat washed over my skin. How was I going to tell him that I didn’t want this job?

  Chapter 4 - Carter

  I was shocked and aroused when I walked into the conference room to see Vivian. She looked fucking good, wearing one of those tight skirts that I liked, with a clingy pink blouse. There was a sweater covering her partly but I got a hint of her generous curves as I stared at her.

  When did she get into finance and better yet, when did she move here? It was going on six years that I’d even seen her. I didn’t go to see my parents too often but when I did, it was quick. I stayed with them in the childhood home that I’d paid off for them with my first million and didn’t go out the door. I had a feeling that it would be a pain in the ass more than anything else, having to remember names that I had long forgotten and caught up with people I didn’t really know anymore. I had a new home now and I loved it. New York loved me.

  “Vivian?” I asked after several moments of silence, watching her flush and nod as she responded. Her voice danced over my skin. I hardened in my pants and I walked to the table to sit down, not wanting her to see what she was doing to me. Not yet.

  I made a bet to fuck my new PA and it was going to happen. Granted, I already had sex with her, but I was going to again. I imagined her coming to London with me as my fake fiancée and my thighs ached at the idea of nights with her in a hotel room.

  I asked her what she was doing in the city and she mentioned a friend and moving out here for work. Everything was vague and when I pressed her about her interest in finance, she explained that she got a degree in it. Why did she get it from an online college, why didn’t she just go to school? I wanted to keep asking her about herself but I knew that we were here for a job interview and focused on that.

  She expressed that she didn’t expect me to do the interview, but I explained about my need for someone. Trepidation crossed her beautiful face. She obviously didn’t want to work for me and I didn’t know why. We got on well back in Vermont and the pink tone of her skin showed me that she was still attracted to me. Why did she look so scared?

  I did want her as my personal assistant as well as my fake fiancée, so I proceeded with the interview. We had always had chemistry and it seemed like it was still there. We could skip the getting to know each other part and move right to sex. Looking into her hungry eyes, I knew that I didn’t need a week to nail Vivian again.

  I moved on to as normal an interview as I could, getting her to talk about some of the smaller jobs she’d had in Vermont. Her recommendation letters were impressive and for living in a small town, Vivian had gained some good experience. She’d be a good employee for anyone. I wanted her to work for me though. I explained what I needed in an assistant and the degree of communication it involves, stressing professionalism. My assistant would be the middle man for a lot of emails and appointments and I had always told everyone in the company to go above and beyond for me. I wasn’t the only investment company in the city or the world and we needed to stand above the rest.

  “I understand. You’ve built an amazing company on that.” She looked at me with big eyes that seemed to be a deeper blue than before and I nodded as I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I am the best choice for you though.”

  “You have enough experience. Plus, this is just a slightly bigger job than you would have with Nick. He was interested in hiring you and I am as well. I need someone fast since I run this place. You’d be perfect for the job,” I assured her, and I meant it too. “Are you available from nine to five with some later nights when needed?”

  “I am,” she said softly, nodding slowly. She looked so tormented and I wanted to know what was on her mind, what had caused her pain. My parents had never told me of anything bad happening to her back in our home town over the past couple of years.

  “The salary is four thousand a month minus the usual taxes. I pay for the benefits of my employees and offer a gym membership for various locations in the city. I want them to remain healthy and do the best they can while working for me. Many of my employees have been with the company for over three years and this position is a coveted one in the city and field, Vivian.” I stared at her with an impressed expression crossed her flawless face and something weakened in her eyes. “I am going to work you and you’ll earn that salary. In all reality, it isn’t that much in New York but it’s a good start. There’s room to grow as well.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m here,” she replied as I reached below the table to stroke my cock through my pants. Watching her talk was making me horny and I pressed my lips together as I tried to focus.

  “Excuse me for a moment. I need to take care of something. Can I have Rina bring you a coffee or anything?” I asked as she looked at the travel cup she’d been drinking from.

  “I’d like that,” she replied. I nodded and stood, eager to get a break from the thick tension in this room.

  “I’ll be back.” I left the room and grabbed my phone to send the front desk a text as I rushed to my private bathroom. I closed the door, locking it and I dropped my pants to the ground. I never wanted a woman the way that I did this one. I gripped my thick cock and started to stroke it above the toilet. I thought about how easy it would be to seduce her again once I hired her. We would have lots of time together behind my closed office door. I sensed that she hadn’t been touched in quite some time and remembered how passionate she could be.

  I pictured her naked on my desk, bent over for me as I slipped inside of her. She’d be tight and wet like before. I’d do everything I could to make her beg for me. I’d make her wait to come until she was wrapped around my cock, driving myself into her as she moaned my name. I wondered if her nipples were bigger now when she was aroused and the same dark pink. Was her pussy bare?

  I stroked harder, leaning against one hand as I worked myself. I’d fuck her so hard that she screamed my name, making her want it again. I’d take her to London with me so weak with a need that we’d only leave the room for business. She’d have no issue acting like she was with me because there was no doubt that she still wanted me.

  I jerked forward as I came, shooting in and around the toilet. As much as I fucked, I never came this hard and I let out a groan as I felt all the pressure leave my body. I took a deep breath and pushed away from the wall as I looked down to see that I’d kept my pants clean. Thank fuck, because I didn’t have another pair with me and I had to act professionally with her right now. I’d hire her and start seducing her as soon as we were alone, building on what we still had between us.

  I knew that it wouldn’t take much and I reached for some tissue to clean myself up before I dressed again. Once my pants were secured, I walked over to the sink on shaking legs, still overwhelmed by my release. I washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face, fixing my hair in the mirror as I took several deep breaths.

  I made my way back to the conference room moments later, finally able to think like a normal person again. I welcomed the feeling of wanting someone like this again. It had been a while and I’d been with some gorgeous women but Vivian was different. She had always been different. It’d be easy to hook back up with her all over again. I walked into the conference room to see her sipping from a new mug in front of her and stopped to stare at her for a moment. It didn’t take much to see that she was aroused sitting there and I licked my lips as she looked up at me. “Sorry. I needed to take care of something.”

  “No problem. She brought me some coffee.” Vivian smiled weakly as I sat down.

  “I think that you have wh
at it takes for this job and I’d like you to join the company,” I was honest as I leaned forward and stared at her. “Will you consider working here?”

  “I’ll think about it,” she told me. I nodded and looked into her eyes.

  She seemed awkward though and ready to go, so we ended the interview. I watched her walk out of the room, her curvy hips swaying in her skirt as I reached down to my cock again.

  Chapter 5 - Vivian

  I needed some air, so I walked around Manhattan a little and sat down on a bench in Central Park. I sighed and dropped my head back as I played back the interview. I couldn’t believe that Carter wanted to hire me as his assistant. I had, even more, trouble believing that I was actually considering taking the job. It was more money than the other position and it would help us so much. I could offer Mason a good life here. With this salary and the paid benefits, we could live a happy life.

  Could I work with Carter though?

  I took the now less crowded subway and changed into leggings and a t-shirt when I got home. I set about cleaning the apartment to work off some of the nervous energy that was coursing through my veins. What were my options? I could turn the job down and look for other jobs of course. I wiped down the counter and thought about the salary. It made my heart hurt.

  My phone rang and I looked at the screen to see that it was a mom. “Hi,” I said with a forced smile so it would come out in my voice.

  “How did the interview go?” She sounded so expectant and I took a moment to think about my answer.

  “It went well, Mom. It’s a fantastic job, a better one than I initially thought. There’s just one problem.” I waited for her answer.