Page 25 of Gangsters and Guns


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I stand taller and wait for them to see me so I can make a good impression, unlike the others who are worshipping the ground they walk on. I spot a blond-haired male first, and when he turns his head…I freeze.

Oh, fuck.

It’s Alistair from the jewelry store. I remember him. How could I not? He’s the epitome of male hotness with the charming voice to go along with it. He meets my eyes, and not an ounce of shock is there, but he winks at me before turning away. My heart slams in fear, even as my clit throbs.

Fuck, did he recognize me? Is he going to say something? Blow my cover and this job? I watch him in fear, moving farther back through the crowd as they spread out, almost hiding behind them. What do I do? If he remembers me, I need to get out of here and fast…but if I do, I go to jail.

What if he doesn’t recognize me? Why did he wink?

So many unanswered questions plague my mind as I turn away and watch from the sidelines as the bosses move through the crowd, talking and making the other girls laugh. Right now, I can’t even fake a smile because I’m so scared. I have to push through this terror though, because I know sitting in the corner won’t achieve anything. Either he does recognize me and I don’t stand a chance, in which case I go back to jail anyway, or he doesn’t and I need to get my ass in gear and get this job or again, jail it is.

Decision made, I turn around with more confidence, but the women are flocking to the men, surrounding them, flirting, and fake laughing. There’s no way they will notice me, so I need to get their attention.

I spot a dark-haired one before the blondes converge on him, concealing him from view. There’s another at the back, but I only catch a glimpse of glasses before he, too, is mobbed by women.

Okay, so I need to get them to come to me.

Stand out, be different.

I spot Cindy grabbing a glass of water before looking around the room with an almost predatory gaze. When her eyes land on me, she smirks and looks me over in disgust before scoffing and turning away.

Oh, this bitch…

Then an idea hits me, and I can’t help but grin. Cindy Big Boobs is going to help me get this job.

I watch her home in on Alistair. She pushes her way through and basically hangs off his arm, pressing her big fake tits against his bicep as she laughs at whatever he says. He’s smiling wide and flirting with them, eating up the attention in his perfect suit with his stupid perfect face. He looks at Cindy and smiles wider, leaning in to whisper something in her ear, which has her giggling.

Okay, so he likes her.

Fuck.

He moves away then to another group, and when Cindy huffs and turns, I see my chance. It’s now or never. Time is passing, and I haven’t even spoken to one of the bosses yet. I might have impressed the older PA, but it’s them I need to seal the deal with.

Moving closer to Cindy, I eye her with a smirk. “Nice boobs, where did you get them done?”

She narrows her eyes and turns away. “How many of them are you going to sleep with to get the job?” I ask conversationally.

She turns, her eyes flaring in anger. “Look” —she glares down at me— “trailer trash, how about you just give up and go home?” She smiles, displaying a perfect set of white teeth. “I’m all the woman they need.”

Oh, hell no. I was just going to use her, but now I’m pissed. “Calm down,Sandy,” I mock.

“It’s Cindy,” she snaps.

“So was the stripper I dated, but your name will be whatever the fuck I want it to be, Sandy.”

I spot Alistair, so I turn my back to him, and with a wink at Cindy, I seize her glass of water and pour it down my blouse, then shove the water back into her chest as I gasp and shriek. “Oh my God! Why would you do that?” I yell loudly, staggering back and pretending to dab at my white blouse, my red, lacy bra now visible. Perfect, the ladies will handle nailing this interview.

Alistair looks and whistles before he gets cornered, but the one wearing glasses breaks from the crowd and heads my way as Cindy gapes at me in open-mouthed shock. “Suck a dick, Sandy,” I whisper before acting horrified once more as I look down at my nearly see-through blouse, pretending to try to hide my boobs.

Sexy glasses guy stops next to us. “Why would you throw water on her? Petty and rude behavior is not tolerated here at Dixen Enterprises. I assume you know your way out? If not, I can have a police officer escort you.” Cindy sputters, but he carries on. “Leave! Now! Before I call security.” He turns his attention to me. I glance up, about to give my best doe expression as Cindy storms away, but I stop when I get a good look at him.

He’s utter perfection.

My heart skips as I meet those whiskey, lens covered eyes. His lips are tipped down in a frown, his expression concerned, and for a moment, I forget what I’m doing until he glances down and almost blushes. At first, I panic, thinking he’s seen the wire, but then he asks awkwardly, “Are you okay? Do you need to dry off or something?”

You could dry me off anytime, I think, relieved he’s not able to see the wire before clearing my throat.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry for the scene. She did that on purpose, and I have no idea why… How rude of me. Hi, I’m Rory. Rory O’Brien,” I introduce myself, shaking his hand, and he smiles.

He inclines his head. “Rogan.”

“Nice to meet you.” I spot the iPad in his hand. It’s unlocked and running through what looks like coding for a simple website. “You know, Fortran is very old-school, you should use the new system,” I remark, regurgitating information I learned after borrowing a coding book from the library. Thank God that came in handy, since it was two days of my life I’ll never get back.

“I know,” he interrupts with a laugh. “I’m old-school though.” He peers at me with a strange smile. “I’d like to invite you to the third and last part of this interview. Won’t you come to my office?”

“Lead the way,” I reply with my best flirty smile.

Aim. Fire. Score.

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