Jesse's Dream Job

Jesse sat nervously in the waiting room of the opulent office. He was there for a job interview as a personal assistant. Now at six foot tall with 220 lbs of football hardened muscle he did not fit the description of a personal assistant, but the advertisement on line had been pretty specific about the qualifications for the position and they were looking for a guy with his build. It was even listed first in the qualifications and typing was considered a ‘bonus’ ability. Go figure.

When he had arrived the receptionist called his potential employer on the phone and told him that Ms. Angel would be with him in a few moments. While those moments dragged on Jesse had time to consider how badly he needed this job. The rent was past due, the final notice for the phone bill was lying on the table and the refrigerator was woefully empty. If he could just land this job things would finally turn around.

“Ms. Angel will see you now.” The receptionist said with a big smile.

“Oh. Thank you.” Jesse said with a nervous smile.

They stood together and she opened the dark mahogany office door. Her milk-chocolate skin created an interesting visual bridge between her cream colored pant suit and the rich dark red of the wood door. She had high cheek bones, close cut dark hair and a brilliant smile. The name tag on her jacket lapel read Rika and she looked like she could be Haley Berry’s little sister. But most of this was lost on Jesse because he was so nervous. He even failed to notice the proudly displayed bulge in the front of her suit pants as he passed her and stepped into an office that personified soft power.

The floor was covered in a deep cream colored carpet that contrasted with all of the dark mahogany wood work. Small bright halogen lights glinted off metal accents of brushed pewter, expensive yet understated, and both outside walls of the corner office were made of glass. The view was breathtaking. Sitting diagonally in the corner where the two walls of windows met was a massive wooden desk. Behind the desk, with her back to the view, was a strikingly beautiful blonde woman. Her head was down and she was writing as Jesse approached the desk.