She sat in the passenger seat of his car twirling a long strand of hair around her finger. She’d have thought it impossible to be any more nervous than she'd been sitting across from him in his office a few short minutes ago. Trying to get through the interview while eating, she thought could spell disaster. She’d be lucky to get anything down without choking. He pulled up to Seabreeze in Presidio Heights. She hadn’t known what to imagine, but she knew they would have looked out of place pulling into a fast food joint in his fancy car. I haven’t even the first clue what kind of car this is, she thought. To her, it looked more like it belonged on a race track or in a science fiction film than on the streets and she couldn’t help …show more content…
“Don't let the suit fool you, I work hard, but I play hard too.” “And what about you, Ms. Stone?” “What do you do for fun?”
Please, call me Callie. I’m starting to feel like a school teacher, or worse, my mother, she thought. “I'm pretty boring.” “I prefer to stay home and watch movies, read, listen to music.” That should kill his interest real fast.
“Do you go out?”
“Rarely” “If I go out, I go to the beach.”
“I’d love to take you to the beach sometime.” I’d love to see her in a bikini. On second thought, just skip the bikini, I’d rather see her naked. He felt an erection coming on just thinking about it, and the things he’d do to her.
Well, I wasn’t expecting that, she thought. He is determined.
“Have you ever been to the Maldives?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
“It’s one of the top ten most beautiful beaches in the world.”
She shifted, still somewhat uncomfortable. “I’ve never traveled much, although I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii.”
He smiled again. “Hawaii’s nice too.” He drove back to the office, she thanked him for lunch, and he handed her a card with his name and personal number. “One more question...what’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“Yellow.” “Noted, Oh and by the way Ms. Stone.” He paused. “Callie, you're