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I can feel his eyes boring through me as we move up the hall into an office the size of Ariana’s foyer. My eyes bug wide at the view.
I don’t think Khristian Petrov is an escort.
There are files on his desk and a cup of half-drunk coffee. A state of the art computer, phone system and printer sit atop a beautiful mahogany desk that looks like it cost a mint.
“Please, have a seat, Imogen,” Mrs. Whitman says, gesturing to the plush chairs opposite a massive, wooden desk. It’s neat and orderly, though I can see a pair of glasses near the keyboard.
Is this the desk he works from?
A cellphone sits on a pile of neatly stacked papers.
Is that the phone he used to text me just ten minutes ago?
I clear my throat and take a seat. “Thank you, Mrs. Whitman.”
She glances up, “Please, call me Doris. Mrs. Whitman is my mother-in-law.”
I don’t hide my smile.
Khristian moves around the desk, pulling another chair over to sit next to Doris, his eyes dancing with a mixture of confusion and delight.
I mean, this man had his tongue inside me less than a week ago… I’ve sucked his dick… I cross my legs over and his eyes dip to watch the movement.
“So, Imogen, now we’re settled in,” Doris begins, “Tell us a little about yourself.”
Oh, god. I hate this question. I have to make my boring, slightly pathetic life sound interesting and fulfilling.
Here goes nothing… “Well. I grew up in Seattle and I majored in business management. I went into retail while I studied and fell in love with high-end and luxury goods,” I start, giving Doris all my attention. I know I should look at him… but I just can’t. “I finally got my dream job at Cartier, but then the pandemic hit…”
Doris’ phone blares suddenly and Khristian looks at her annoyed.
“I’m so sorry,” she pushes her phone onto silent. “You were saying?”
“You should take that,” Khristian says, his eyes moving from me to his assistant. “I can take over from here.”
She’s a little flustered. I’m taking it she’s got a lot on her plate… but to be trapped in here with him alone? God help me.
She frowns again. “You?”
He gives her a withering look. “I am capable of conducting a simple interview, Doris. I did graduate from Harvard, you know.”
She gives him the side-eye and then smiles at me. “Imogen, I’m so sorry. Unfortunately, I have to admit the recent staff changes have made it a little hard on everyone at the moment. I’m juggling a lot of balls. You’re in safe hands.”
I smile at her, if only she knew where those hands had been. “I completely understand.”
“Since Mr. Petrov has kindly, and unexpectedly offered to conduct the interview, I’ll deal with more pressing matters.” She goes to stand, sliding my file over to him, not before adding. “I promise if you come on board, we’re usually very organized and the perks and benefits are second to none.”
I feel myself flushing at her words.I’m certainly aware of Khristian Petrov’s perks and benefits already, not that she knows that. I bite my lip to hide a smile.
I half stand as she rushes off around the desk. “Thank you, Doris. It was really a pleasure to meet you,” I call as she leaves.
“You too, deary.” She waves without looking back. “I’ll hopefully see you soon.”
I sit back down and Khristian moves into her seat.
He interlocks his fingers in front of him on the desk, on top of my folder, no less.
Those eyes. Oh, god.
