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Calla shifted in her chair. "I can appreciate that you've had a very busy schedule, Dr. Harrington. We can rebook if you'd prefer."
"Thank you," I managed to push out. "No, I apologize. I'm perfectly fine. But Logan, I will take that water you're offering."
Logan nodded and asked, "Anyone else?". No one else wanted one so he left the room. I looked at Calla. Those eyes.
"Welcome to our office, Calla. It's a pleasure to see you here." I could see that the guys were just watching us like a tennis match to see how this all unfolded. I'm sure Rachel was wondering what the hell was going on.
"Thank you for having me," she said. My brain translated it to, "Thank you for doing me," and a sudden heat rose down low, causing a tightness in my pants. I cleared my throat again. Logan came back in with that beautiful, glass of cold water.
She could sense that I was out of sorts, so she shifted in her chair and took over. "You can see that I'm applying for the position of Office Manager. I think you'll see that although I am newly graduated from university, I have gained considerable experience managing offices during the summers and as internships. After my third year, I managed a medical office and gained what I believe will be skills valuable to this position."
"Thank you for that, Calla," I replied, trying to sound more composed than I felt. "Your experience is indeed impressive. We are familiar with the medical office you interned at, and they are a demanding office, for sure. Your commendation from Dr. Patel, the head doctor there, is quite an achievement in itself."
"Thank you, Dr. Harrington." She nodded her appreciation and her gorgeous dark hair bounced along, creating a mesmerizing picture for me. I remembered how her hair covered my pillow when we…
"Could you please tell us more about your experience with financial matters?" I just needed a break from trying to think. Fuck, my dick was going to combust in my pants like a little torch.
She was poised as she spoke. Her communication style was professional and she made good eye contact with everyone in the room. Only when she got to me, she lingered and stumbled on her words a little. I had the feeling that she felt the same way I did.
The boys were nodding, taking in what she was saying, following along on her resume. It was clear she had all the qualifications we were looking for, and her marketing background ticked that box too.
"Calla," Rachel started. "Your resume is quite impressive. It says here that you graduated top of your class from business college?"
"Thank you," she replied, flashing a confident smile. "Yes, I did. I've always been passionate about business and management, so I worked hard to excel in my studies."
"Damn," I thought, impressed despite myself. "She's not just a pretty face."
"Dr. Harrington," the Rachel asked, snapping me out of my reverie. "Would you like to ask Ms. Rosewood any more questions?"
"Of course," I said, clearing my throat. "Calla, can you tell me about a time when you demonstrated leadership skills in a challenging situation?"
"Absolutely," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine as if daring me to look away. "During my internship at a marketing firm, I was assigned to a team working on a major campaign for a client. The project manager fell ill, leaving us without guidance. I stepped up and took charge, organizing tasks, delegating responsibilities, and ensuring we met deadlines. In the end, the campaign was a success, and I received praise from both the client and my superiors."
"Wow, that's quite an accomplishment," I remarked, my interest growing with every word she spoke. "What would you say is your greatest strength?"
"Adaptability," she answered without hesitation. "I thrive in situations where I'm forced to think on my feet and find creative solutions to problems."
I couldn't help but smirk, remembering how quickly she'd adapted to our unexpected encounter a few days ago. "I can attest to that," I muttered under my breath, earning a knowing grin from Calla.
"Excuse me, Dr. Harrington?" Rachel asked, confused by my comment.
"Nothing important," I said dismissively, waving a hand. "Please, continue."
"Very well," Rachel continued. "Calla, do you have any questions for us?"
"Actually, yes," Calla replied, her eyes never leaving mine as she leaned forward slightly. "Dr. Harrington, since I'd be working most closely with you, what qualities do you value most in an office manager?"
"Efficiency, adaptability, and the ability to handle high-pressure situations with grace," I answered, each word laced with subtext only we could understand. "Someone who's not afraid to take charge when necessary."
"Sounds like a perfect match," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"Indeed," I agreed, struggling to maintain my professional demeanor as the interview drew to a close. The attraction between us was undeniable, but how far were we willing to let it go? Only time would tell.
As the interview continued, I couldn't help but notice Calla's nervousness slip through her façade of confidence. It was endearing to see her fidget with her fingers as she answered our questions with determination and a hint of vulnerability. She was trying so hard to impress me, or perhaps it was the job itself that she desperately wanted. Either way, I felt drawn to her strength and resolve.
"Calla," Rachel said, following the questioning we used with all the other candidates. "What would you say is your greatest weakness, and how do you plan to overcome it?"
"Perfectionism," she admitted without hesitation. "I tend to be overly critical of myself and strive for perfection in everything I do. While it drives me to work hard and achieve great results, it can sometimes be exhausting. I'm learning to accept that not everything needs to be perfect all the time, and it's okay to ask for help or delegate tasks when necessary. Progress is better than perfection, especially in high-stress environments."
