Jesse's Dream Job

“Please take a seat. I’ll be right with you.”

Her voice was smooth and confident with a smokiness that would have been comfortable on late night radio. Jesse tried not to stare as he settled into one of the two seats across from her desk. He attempted to look out the window, but her commanding presence kept drawing his eyes back to her. The room was so quiet that he could hear the pen moving across the paper. She was wearing a dark pinstripe suit jacket over a white business shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal some modest cleavage and a gold cross lay against her smooth tanned skin. The suit was expensive. You could tell by the way it was made. All of the lines were precise and the corners sharp. The cloth had the sheen of suits you see in stores where there are no price tags. If you have to ask, you can’t afford them.

“Do you like what you see?” Startled out of his observations and feeling guilty to be caught ogling his prospective boss. (How had she known he was looking at her?) He nervously asked,

“Excuse me?”

“Do you like what you see? Most people are very pleased with the view and comment on it. You only seem to sit there and stare at me.”

“The view? Well, I…uh…yes. It is very impressive. But not as impressive as you.” Mentally he slapped himself as he tried to figure out where the hell that had come from and began to back pedal. “I uh mean, well it’s…”

She looked up from her writing and what he saw in her blue eyes stopped his lame attempt to explain in his throat. It was like looking at a tigress. A very hungry tigress. He swallowed and was prepared to be ordered out of the office. She glared at him a moment longer then broke into a smile that lit up the room.

“Sucking up are we?”

“No Ms. Angel.” He said with a sigh. “I apologize if I have offended you. I’m very nervous and sometimes my filter doesn’t work well when I’m nervous.”