: Chapter 5
Bossman
âI really need to start taking taxis,â I grumbled under my breath as I rushed up the subway stairs and headed down the block toward the building I would have already been at had my train not been stuck for twenty minutes. My interview was at eleven, and it was already eleven-oh-one. Perhaps changing my outfit eight times this morning hadnât helped my punctuality either.
The Maxim building was a modern, all-glass highrise with more than fifty floors. Inside the massive, sleek lobby, it took me a minute to even figure out where the company directory wasâeverything was silver and shiny. Finding it, I scanned for Parker Industries and ran my finger across the glass to locate the corresponding location. Floor thirty-three.
Running to the elevator bank, I saw that one car was just about to close, so I stuck my foot in to stop it. It worked but almost took off my toes in the process.
âShit. Ouch.â The doors bounced open, and I hobbled my way inside, unknowingly sticking my shoeâs thin heel in the small gap of the door track. With my heel stuck, my body kept going, yet my foot didnât, and I wobbled, falling forward. An arm caught me and kept me from landing on my face.
âGoddamn it,â I cursed under my breath, realizing my shoe was now completely off my foot and stuck in the elevator track.
âNice to see you too, Reese.â
My head whipped up as I realized for the first time exactly who was keeping me from falling. âYouâve got to be kidding me. How many bad impressions can one person possibly make on another?â
After steadying me, Chase kneeled and pried my wedged footwear loose from the elevator. He tapped my calf to signal me to lift my bare leg and then slipped the shoe back onto my foot.
âDefinitely not a bad impression,â he said, lingering on his knees longer than necessary. âYou have great legs.â
âThank youâfor unjamming my shoe, I mean.â
He stood, and his eyebrows rose. âSo youâre not thanking me for complimenting your sexy legs, then?â
I felt a blush creeping up and was relieved when he turned his attention to the button panel. âWhat floor?â
âUmmâ¦thirty-three?â Is his company on more than one floor?
âYouâre coming to Parker Industries? Are you here to meet Sam?â
âYes. And Josh Lange.â
âJosh?â
âYes. Heâs who Iâm interviewing with, right? The vice president of marketing?â
âRight. Yes. Josh is the VP of marketing,â he agreed, but I had the distinct feeling Chase hadnât known I was coming to interview today.
We rode the elevator up in uncomfortable silence. When the doors slid open, he held out his arm for me to exit first, and we walked to the glass double doors of Parker Industries together.
The reception desk was empty.
âWhy donât you have a seat, and Iâll let them know youâre here?â he said.
âThank you.â
A minute or two after he went inside, the receptionist returned to her desk. âHi. Sorry, I had to make some copies. I hope you werenât waiting long.â
âNot at all. Actually, I came in with Chase, and he was going to let Samantha Richmond and Josh Lange know I was here.â
âYou must be Reese Annesley. Sam asked me to bring you to the conference room when you got here.â She waved me back. âCome on, Iâll show you the way.â
The conference room had a long mahogany table with a dozen chairs around it. The walls to the hallway were glass like a fishbowl, but the blinds on a track were partially closed. Once inside, I took out my Chapstick and lined my lips, adding some MAC Rebel lipstick on top. As I finished, I heard Chaseâs voice from the other side of the glass.
âI donât think itâs a good idea to hire Reese.â
My heart sank. Obviously, he didnât see me.
I recognized Samanthaâs voice when she responded. âWhy? We have a position open that she would be perfect for.â
âShe wouldnât be a good fit.â
âThatâs crap.â
âDonât give me a hard time, Sam. Just donât hire her.â
I couldnât see her, but I pictured her folding her arms across her chest. âGive me a reason.â
âBecause I said so.â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âThatâs right. No. Youâre punishing the woman because sheâs beautiful and youâre attracted to her. Thatâs just as wrong as punishing someone because theyâre old or have a certain color skin.â
âYouâre totally off base.â
âOkay. Then give me one good reason we shouldnât hire her. Sheâs perfect for the job, and sheâs able to start right away. With Dimitria going out on maternity leave soon, the timing couldnât be better. Marketing is already understaffed, and Josh was planning on hiring someone for the branding team anyway. She can pick up some of Dimitriaâs projects and then start new ones after Dimitria is back from leave.â
âWhatever. Do what you want, Sam.â
Samâs voice became more distant. âI plan to.â She must have begun to walk away.
I closed my eyes. I certainly didnât want to work somewhere I wasnât wanted. But I needed to thank Samantha for her consideration before I left. Deciding it would be a waste of everyoneâs time to even interview, I stood and began to walk back to the reception area. I would have the receptionist call Samantha for me. Of course Chase was coming down the hall as soon as I exited the conference room. I quickly turned and walked in the other direction, not even knowing where it would lead.
âReese? Where are you going?â
âWhy do you care?â I kept walking.
He caught up and fell in step with me. âWhatâs the matter?â
It pissed me off that he was acting all innocent, so I stopped and faced him to continue. âI overheard you in the conference room. Iâm leaving.â
He closed his eyes. âShit.â
âYes. Shit. Thatâs how you made me feel.â
I began walking again, and Chase grabbed my elbow and steered me into an empty office, shutting the door behind him.
He raked his hand through his hair. His stupid, sexy hair. âIâm sorry. I was being an asshole.â
âYes. You were. A big one.â
Chase dropped his head and chuckled. âYou and Sam will get along great.â
âI take it you didnât know Samantha had invited me here to interview today?â
He shook his head. âNo, I didnât.â
âWell, I donât want to be where Iâm not wanted. Please thank Samantha for me.â
âItâs not what you think.â
âI donât even know what I think. You have me so confused.â
Chase stared at me for a moment, looking back and forth between my eyes. âTrust me, Iâm trying to do the right thing.â
âTrust you? Because you have such a great track record of telling the truth when youâre around me?â
He glared at me.
I glared right back.
âOkay. Fine. You want the truth?â
I folded my arms over my chest. âThat would be a refreshing change.â
He took a step closer to me, inching into my personal space. âIâm attracted to you. Really attracted to you. Have been since the first time I saw you. Tried to be respectful, considering you were seeing someone. Done doing that. If you work here, Iâm going to try to get you into my bed.â
I opened my mouth to respond. Then closed it. Then opened it. âI canât believe you just said that to me.â
He shrugged. âYou wanted to know the truth. Thatâs the truth.â
âYou do realize that Iâd have to agree to sleep with you. Which wouldnât happen if you were my boss, so it wouldnât be a problem.â
âOh. Well, then⦠Sounds like we wouldnât have a problem after all. I was concerned for nothing. Iâll hit on you, and youâll shut me down.â
âAndâ¦I also have a boyfriend.â
âBaron. Weâve met. The dope.â
âBryant. And heâs not a dope.â
âThen weâre all set. Sam was right. You should work here if Josh wants to hire you. Wonât be an issue.â
He leaned in a little closer.
I stood my ground. God, he smells amazing.
âSo weâre good? I apologize, you accept? Youâre going to kick ass in the interview and get hired, then Iâm going to try to get in your pants, and youâre not going to let me.â
I couldnât help but laugh. The man was truly absurd.
He extended his hand. âDeal?â
âIâve probably lost my mind, but, hey, why not? Iâm days from being unemployed.â I put my hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the top. I felt it all over. God, Iâm in trouble.
He smiled wolfishly, revealing a dimple I hadnât noticed earlier. It was a good thing he hadnât taken that thing out before. Dangerous.
âAll we have to do is get you hired now. You want some inside info?â
âSure.â
âTell Josh he looks like Adrien Brody. He loves it.â
I smiled warily. âGood to know.â
âAnd for Samâ¦never say youâre a Mets fan, even if you are. Yankees all the way.â
I squinted suspiciously. âYou think baseball will come up in my interview for a marketing position?â
âYou never know.â
âWhy do I think youâre screwing with me?â
âOne other thing, Josh isnât hitting on you. Thatâs a twitch heâs got going on with his eye. Thought he was into me for the first week he worked here.â
I laughed. âOkay.â
Chase walked me back to the conference room, where Sam and a man I presumed to be Josh (since he looked exactly like Adrien Brody) were talking.
âShowed your interviewee the way to the ladiesâ room,â Chase said and then introduced me to Josh. After we all shook hands and the three of us had taken seats in the conference room, Chase lingered in the doorway.
He held up a hand. âNice to see you again, Reese. Good luck with your interview.â
âWould you like to stay for the interview, Chase?â Sam asked.
âNo. Iâm good. Iâm sure you two have it covered.â
âAny questions or anything before you go?â she added.
âI donât think so.â Chase pivoted to leave and then stopped. âActually, I do have some quick questions. Do you mind, Reese?â
âNot at all.â What is he up to?
âGreat. Favorite baseball team?â
I squinted at him, debating whether I should trust him or not. He looked amused when my answer didnât come quickly. I took a deep breath, followed by a leap of faith. âIâd have to say the Yankees.â
âGood choice.â Chaseâs eyes flashed to Samantha, whose face had brightened.
âOne other question.â
I knew exactly what it was before he asked, but played along anyway.
âDoes Josh look like any particular celebrity to you?â
I turned to Josh and pretended to deliberate for a moment, then turned back to Chase. âAdrien Brody, except with glasses.â
Sam looked at Chase like heâd lost his mind, and Josh sat a little taller.
âGood luck with the rest of the interview, Reese.â