A Simple Interview

The Interview

"So, are you prepared for the interview?" Christie asks.

I twirl my spaghetti around my fork, fidgeting with my food but not bothering eating. The butterflies in my stomach make me feel nauseous and lose my appetite.

I shrug my shoulders, resting my cheek on the palm of my hand. "God I don't know. I heard he's a very difficult person to interview..."

"Not that this helps, but he's so sexy. Have you see his over for Calvin Klein? Fuck! I'd like him to bend me over the table and gag me with that dark grey tie of his."

"Christie!" I gasp, reaching over and smacking her arm. "I guess he is really hot, that makes it even harder."

"You'll do great! If he gives you a hard time, shove his face between your boobs."

"I hate you," I glare. I stand up, nervously making my way to my apartment.

Mr. Sykes is a very gorgeous man, I'm not going to lie. He's the type of man that's sexy, knows it, and he's a dick for it. He knows the ladies love him, yet he's been single, with the occasional rumored one night stands.

Looking in my full length mirror, I slip on a black high-wasted pencil skirt, and a white button up up, which is nearly tucked in my skirt. I slip on my favourite black high heels, and straighten out my outfit before continuing with my hair and makeup. I curl my brown locks, letting them fall loosely down my back. At last, I add makeup, straighten out my outfit for the millionth time, and head out to the busy streets of New York City.

I love busy streets. I love people. I'm such a city girl. The way the buildings light up at night, the constant hum of the crowded streets 24/7, the sounds of the traffic, the music blaring out of the clubs, it's all amazing. I would die if I lived in the country.

Being a girl who was raised in the country, but a city girl at heart, I was miserable. I hated having to do farm work, being away from my friends, the people, the media, I hated it. At a young age, before I even hit puberty, I made a vow to myself that as soon as I turned eighteen, I would move to New York City, and become a publisher.

That's exactly what I did. My name is Emily Turner. I am twenty years old, and am a junior publisher for the New York Times paper. I live in the lovely city of New York, in an amazing apartment. I have a best friend named Christie. She always has my back and helps me with any decision I have to make, oh, and prepares me for high stressed situations like this one.

I approach the tall glass building, opening the doors. I show the front desk my pass, and continue towards the metal elevator. I press the 'up' button and hit floor '12', my heart racing as each light with the floor number slowly rises.

The doors open to a large hallway. Doors line each side of the hallway, all containing one person, working simultaneously on their Mac computers. Then, there, just ahead of me, are the large wooden doors, with the name plate 'Nathan Sykes' glued to the wall.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I knock three times on the door. I can hear my heart beating in my ears, and feel it in my head as the door slowly opens, revealing a gorgeous man.

His eyes are the first thing I notice. His gorgeous, marble, green-blue eyes. I slowly trail my eyes down his body, taking in his clothing choice. A well fitted black suit jacket, with a black button down shirt, black tie, black pants, and yes, you guessed it, black shoes. I swear, he's the only man who can pull off the 'all black' look.

"Ahem..."

I snap my eyes back to his, swallowing hard once again.

"Can I help you, miss...?"

"Uh..oh sorry, miss Turner," I stutter, shaking his hand. "I'm here with the New York Times paper. My name is Emily Turner."

"Come in," he says, closing the door once I enter. I look around his large office. The whole back wall is all glass, looking out at the gorgeous city. Beside the windows, is a black desk, with another name plate, Mac computer, a leather desk chair, and two small chairs in front. I stand in front of his desk as he walks around it, sitting in his chair. God, even the way he walks is sexy. Keep it together, Em.

I patiently wait until Mr. Sykes gestures towards me, telling me to sit down. With a shy 'thank you', I sit down and place my notepad on my lap.

"Now, Mr. Sykes, how do you like working with the company?" is the first question I have to ask.

"I love it," he sighs, obviously done this before.

I bite my lip, writing down his quote. I continue with the questions, crossing my leg to get comfortable once again.

Looking up from my notepad, I notice Nathan's gaze following my leg as I swing it up and over my other leg. I, self-consciously, pull my shirt down further, only to notice Nathan's eyes following my hand.

"Umm..." I stutter again, flipping through my notes, "my last question for you is, what would you be doing if you didn't have this company?"

Nathan stands up, running his finger across his desk as he loves towards me. He leans on his desk, shoving his amazing hands in his pockets. "Living life, I guess."

The corner of my mouth raises slightly as I write down that final quote. "Well, thank you for your time," I stand up, holding out my hand for him to shake. After our silent 'good-byes', I leave his office, gasping and leaning against the closed door. Holy shit he's so fucking hot.