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She blushes again, shyly looking down. As she does, the way her blouse moves gives me a glimpse of a lacy black bra and a hint of the creamy white skin of her breasts. At the stirring in my pants, I take a breath and avert my eyes.
Jesus, Brock, get ahold of yourself. A glimpse of skin, and you’re getting a hard-on? Over your friend’s little sister? What are you, fourteen? Pull it together. Fuck.
Luckily, Nina’s too preoccupied with being embarrassed to notice the direction of my gaze.
I stare at the panel with the floor number the rest of the ride like I’m trying not to look directly at the sun. Our floor finally arrives, and we step out of the elevator.
“My office is just up here,” I say. “Follow me, and we can finally get this interview done and dusted.”
A few moments later, we’re sitting on opposite sides of my desk. Nina’s got a little notepad and pen in front of her and suddenly looks all business. I’m honestly quite impressed.
“First off, I want to apologize for being late. I was on my way over here, but someone happened to spill coffee on me out on the street. I had to buy a new shirt.” I cock her a crooked grin. “It’s okay, though. The perpetrator had an important interview to rush to.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Oh my God. Was that you?”
I nod, enjoying her reaction.
“You’re not just teasing me?” she narrows her eyes at me, leaning forward in her chair to examine me more closely with those bewitching eyes.
I shake my head. “Nope, really me. But hey, we’re here now, right? And that’s what matters.”
I hadn’t planned on mentioning it, but I couldn’t resist. And now she’s blushing again, except this time, it’s spread to her upper chest too.
She’s dangerously adorable. Leave it to me to torment myself with this girl that I know I can never have.
“Look, Brock, after everything that’s happened today, I’ll understand if you don’t want to take me on,” she says, her words tumbling out of her mouth. “I’m a walking disaster. I know that.”
“Stop, please,” I say, holding up a hand with what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense. We all have bad days, and hey, at least today will be memorable. A new shirt and a near-fight, all before lunch? Most days I’ve barely woken up properly by now.”
She breathes a sigh of relief.
“And Nina, if that creep ex of yours comes sniffing by again, let me know, okay? He seems like a really nasty piece of work, and no woman should have to deal with that. Tell me if he causes you any more trouble, and I’ll get it dealt with. Promise me.”
She hesitates for a few moments.
“I want to make this a comfortable work environment for you,” I add.
“Deal,” she eventually says, “but you have to promise not to say anything to Dean. He already has enough on his plate, and I don’t want to add to his worries. Pete’s a jerk, but he’s all bark, no bite. You probably scared him enough already.”
“Okay,” I say reluctantly. “But don’t keep this to yourself. It could be dangerous.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She nods. “Brock, is there anything I can do to repay you for that shirt I ruined? It must’ve been terribly expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say, waving a dismissive hand.
“Really?”
“Yeah, seriously. Let’s move on,” I say. “I’m afraid this interview is going to have to be quite short. I’ve got a big meeting later on, and I need all the time I can get to prepare for it. So, you’re applying to be my assistant. I’m not exactly sure what the position will entail yet, but it’ll probably just be random tasks and whatever admin stuff I don’t have time for. You think you can handle that?”
“Sure can,” she nods. “You can rely on me. I’m actually not as much of a disaster as I might appear after the events of this morning. I’m organized, I’m good on the phone, and I’m used to dealing with assholes.”
I chuckle at that last one. “Those are all useful skills.”
She catches herself, looking panicked. “Not that I’m saying you’re an asshole. But, you know; the stereotype of big business guys and stuff, they can be assholes. So . . . I’m good at dealing with them. Not you. But I’ll be good at dealing with you too.”
“That’s good.”
“My God.” Nina leans back and pinches her temples. “I really am trying my best to not get this job, aren’t I?”
I’m laughing now, and it feels good. I wasn’t joking when I told her my work days tend to lean on the boring side. Looks like that’s about to change, though.
“No, you’re actually completely right,” I say. “Plenty of suits are complete assholes, and I hate dealing with them. So if you can do that for me, I’ll actually be really grateful.”
