The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 221: The interview

Chapter 221: The interview

Ms. Rossi held a type of charm that was hard to pinpoint, another reason for that being her choice of wear. She wasn’t exactly dressed to seduce – she wasn’t even trying at all, but somehow, his body just seemed to react to every gentle sway of the curve of the bulk of her skin.

Her choice of wear was an off-shouldered royal green top that showed off the smooth skin of her shoulders, fair and almost glowing in the lights that illuminated from the windows, her bosom was – was heavenly, teasingly displaying, by the occasional tightening of her shirt, her lacy bra. From her waist, she wore a black fitted skirt that was below her knee, topped up with beige covered heels that gave her steps, although calculated, an allure of a seductress.

He stared with his mouth slightly agape as he beheld her. He knew she was his little sister’s best friend but she had left almost a year ago and hadn’t seen her since.

Wow she looked more pretty than the last time he had seen her.

He has found himself in the presence of one that was most definitely here for business, but somehow managed to rid him of his own vows for professionality – and she was the last in line, and the one most likely to get hired.

What a challenge.

"Good morning, Ms. Stella Rossi, that is your name, yes?" His voice was slightly strained, and he could sense it, because after he’d spoken, he quickly tipped off his cigarette.

"Good morning, Mr. Matteo." Stella replied, and slammed her mouth shut. But it was too late to get out of what she’d brought upon herself because he looked up at her with a gaze filled with a mix of amusement.

Who the fuck calls someone by their first name using a title. Also why was she calling him by his first name?

"Mr. Matteo?" His question was a little bit forced, as if he was preventing himself from laughing at her.

Stella readjusted in her seat, fearing for the worst and preparing herself to take flight while she sought something in her head to save her from the calamity.

Think, Stella, think of something.

"Sorry Mr. Quinn!" She quickly iterated. With an obvious sigh of relief, she watched his gaze turn from amusement into a serious one, and then he leaned back into his seat.

"It’s alright." He got no reply from her, so he looked up at her. Her silent, judging blue gaze bore into his heart like shears from the goddess of lust herself. It was a call he was willing himself not to hearken to – and there was something else, they also held a very clear sign of familiarity. And it wasn’t such that was gotten from just looking a person up, or even liking the person.

It was like one that had been with someone, sometimes from the beginning of time.

Sometimes.

"T-thank you Sir," she whispered the words, almost insignificant, but was most definitely heard. He forced himself to keep his head down as he scanned his head for the questions, finally, he decided to give up and use the manuscript.

The owner of the company, seeking the help of a manuscript to conduct an interview.

"Alright, Ms. Rossi, where were we?" He said as he peered into her resume. In it, there was no clear indication of any experience working with a real estate company, she most certainly had experience working as a secretary. But he was not certain just how efficient her work ethic would be. And then, he decided instead to interview her on mostly that.

"Ms. Rossi, tell me something about your work ethic and how you approach your job as a secretary." He said to her in a stern voice as he leaned back into his chair, taking in the sight of her while he did. The skin on her face, he noticed, was clearly reddened, making it clear that she was blushing before him. She looked so different from the feisty girl that used to follow his sister everywhere. Why was she so different now? And why was he taking a liking to her?

I’d be damned if I called it liking.

She was the very envisioning of the goddess Aphrodite who embodied beauty and lust and she didn’t know it, she went about her business, answering the question he’d asked her – she was answering the question.

"...providing high-quality support to the executives I work with. I’m proactive in anticipating their needs and staying on top of their schedules and tasks, so that everything runs smoothly and efficiently.

His mind went blank as he did not hear the rest of her answer, but if he asked her to repeat herself, he’d be making a fool of himself. He looked at the manuscript in his hand and wiped his palm on his mouth, as he calculated his next move –

"That’s great to hear. How do you manage your workload and prioritize tasks?" He looked up at her as she readjusted in her seat. When she stood slightly and sat back down, her breasts jiggled softly, causing a stirring to awaken in his groin. He let out a hiss as he looked downward and then at her face.

"I start each day by reviewing my to-do list and assessing the urgency of each task. I also try to take a proactive approach, anticipating any upcoming deadlines or meetings and making sure that everything is in order ahead of time." She replied with a smile, she had made her research and answered and answered every possible question that might arise from the interview and she was even more prepared than she thought. With a faint smile on her face, she sat up in her seat and continued to stare at him.

Matteo sighed deeply and leaned back into his chair, staring at her intently and then back to his paper.

Such feelings are meant to be locked up.

"How do you handle pressure and tight deadlines?" he asked, while he rose his head to acknowledge her again, but this time, he rose his gaze to the sight of her sucking in her lower lip. Without much hesitation, he averted his gaze, hissing as he did.

"Matteo, are you –"

"Call me Mr. Quinn," his voice came out repulsed and almost disgusted, causing Stella to readjust back in the safety of her seat.