Two interviews, three rejections for interviews, no job request and two weeks later, I’m in the same position I was in when I walked out of my family’s company.

Daniel has been right so far because no one has been interested in hiring me or even giving me a chance. There was one interview a few days ago at Bold Brilliance Designs, one of my family’s rivals, where the head of the company wanted to give me a chance but his vice-president gave him a look and they turned me down.

Now I’m sitting in the waiting room of Strait Fashions, which is my family’s real main rival, the one that we have been fighting since my grandfather was president of the company. It was hard as hell for me to even get this interview but luckily enough, I did, even if it is against my mother’s wishes.

She didn’t want me to even consider getting a job at Strait Fashions. She hated the idea of me even walking into the building. It didn’t cause us to have an argument because she knows I’m only thinking of my future but she’s positive that my father will come around soon enough and that Nick will also.

Of course, I won’t believe it until I see it.

“Erin Davidson?” I looked up from my magazine, hearing a man’s voice.

Strait Reynolds, the grandson of Edmond Strait who started this company, who was now vice-president. I went to high school with him where we were involved in many debates in our debate class about both of our family’s companies.

Strait is the typical Southern California boy – blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes that made you wonder if they were fake – but they weren’t. He’s also one of Hollywood’s biggest playboy’s, always dating the most wanted and most talked about women and girls in the world.

“Hello… Erin? What are you doing here?” he asked. I snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him standing there in a suit and tie. “Why are you here?”

“I have an interview with your mother,” I said, referring to the now President of Strait Fashions. “You know, for a job.”

“Really? Because my mother is out of town this week and your name wasn’t in her book.” He said, taking out his palm-pilot. I rolled my eyes wondering if this was some weird pick-up line. “Everybody is mostly on vacation this week, that’s why there’s no receptionist.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“Yep, job interview at four,” Strait said, putting his palm-pilot back in his pocket. “Well, well. Why are you applying here?”

“You never were a smart one were you?” I asked, standing up from the chair. I straighten my skirt and walked out of the little waiting area. “I need a job, that’s why I’m here. I put in my application and my resume and your mother’s secretary called me.”

Strait smiled. “Well I’ll show you to my office and I’ll go in my mother’s to get your resume and stuff.”

I followed him to his office and sat down on a leather loveseat that faced his desk. His office even looked like something a pimp would have – a Beverly Hills millionaire pimp that is. I looked over to see a picture of him with Pamela Anderson and sighed, wondering if by some chance he had fucked her too.

“Alright, I got it,” he said, walking around his desk. He sat down and looked at me with a smug smile on his face. “So, you’re not working with your father anymore? What’s up with that?”

“Difference of opinion,” I replied quickly. “I think it’s time for me to go out and spread my wings and try to work with someone else and earn my own way to the top.”

“I see,” he whispered, leaning back in his chair. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled at me. “So what’s been up with you since… when was the last time I saw you? About a year ago? Are you still with that sports agent?”

“I didn’t realize my personal life was a part of a job interview?”

“Oh come on Erin, we know each other.”

“No, Daniel and I broke up. I was just in another relationship but apparently we’re on a break right now.”

“Well,” Strait said, leaning up to his desk to look at my resume again, “I already know all of your past work history and your accomplishments.”

“Yes, it’s all there in print.”

“And you know, to be honest, I don’t think my mother would hire you,” he said, looking up at me. I rolled my eyes and looked away. There goes another job that I will never have.

“Well thanks for seeing me,” I said. I began to stand up and he raised his hand, motioning for me to sit back down. “What?”

“I said that she probably wouldn’t, but if it were up to me, I might…”

“Might hire me?”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe what?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Can I ask you a question?” Strait asked, standing up from his seat. He walked around his desk and leaned up against it while facing me. For some reason I was becoming nervous but then again, he said he would possibly give me an opportunity.

“Sure.”

“Why did we always fight in high school?”

“Because our families have hated each other for decades.”

“But we never hated each other personally, did we?”

“No,” I replied, looking at him. I began to wonder just what the hell Strait was getting at. “No, you never hurt me or anything to make me hate you personally.”

“And you never did anything bad towards myself,” Strait said, smiling. “So why do we argue with one another? We have a lot in common, you know? We both grew up in this business and our mothers are both very demanding women. Our grandfather’s began their companies with nothing but a sketch and some material. We went to the same school and took the same test.”

“Strait, what are you getting at?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, and I’m not saying this just to offer you the job, but I never understood why we never went out with one another,” he said. My only response was laughter. “I know it’s funny.”

“It is funny,” I said, standing up. “But Strait, if this is how I’m going to get a job by going out with you then I don’t think so.”

“Erin, I know better than to do that,” Strait replied, moving off of the desk. “I know that’s sexual harassment and I wouldn’t do that but I always wanted to ask you that. Why did we never go out?”

“Our parents and family I guess,” I replied, looking down at my hands. “I mean, when I was a little kid, before I ever realized why our families hated each other, I had a crush on you –“

“I had one on you all through out high school.”

“Really?” I asked, looking up at him. That’s when it hit me. If I did take this opportunity, then I could definitely get a job here and give it to my father and Nick where it hurt the most.

I stood there, listening to him talk about high school and began to wonder what was about to happen. I could go out with him and definitely get the job. Hell, maybe I could sleep with him and get the job, and then be done with it. I was becoming so desperate for a job to prove to my father, Nick, my mother, and even Daniel that I could get a job in the fashion business away from Stellar Designs.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, not even knowing what he had said.

“So you wondered about it too then?” he asked, moving closer to me. We had the same identical height and we were both staring into one another’s eyes. “You wouldn’t be upset if I kissed you right now, would you?”

“Is this part of the job interview?” I asked as he started to smile. “I take that as a yes.”

“Maybe,” he whispered, moving his lips to mine.

We began kissing each other slowly, taking our time, getting used to one another’s mouths and tongues. I knew that I shouldn’t be kissing him, or even this close to him but I couldn’t stop myself. I was beginning to get lost in it.

A few girls that Strait had gone out with a few times told me how good he was. They said that he was a great kisser, and basically great at everything he did when it came to kissing, touching, and sex.

I was beginning to understand them now.

I couldn’t stop his lips as they began traveling down my neck. He was giving me butterfly kisses all the way down to my cleavage and he stopped. He looked at me and all I could do was stare back at him.

Before I knew it, he was lifting me up on his desk with my skirt pushed up my hips. He had one of his hands on my right hip and his fingers were brushing against my panties, teasing me. I couldn’t even control myself when I scooted up and pushed my panties over my heels and onto the floor.

We were kissing one another hard, sucking on each other’s tongues. When he slipped a finger inside of me I started to moan against his lips. My body was already beginning to tingle a little, each time he moved inside of me. When he started to use two fingers I almost wanted to lean back on the desk but he held me up. He started to unbuckle his belt and panties with his free hand, while trusting his fingers inside of me harder and harder.

Finally I lay back on the desk, staring at the ceiling while hearing him tear a condom package with his mouth. My heart was beating and I could hear it in my ears. I was breathing heavily and the harder he thrust his fingers inside of me, the more I knew that this was wrong.

This whole thing was wrong.

Wrong.

So very wrong.

“Stop,” I said, sitting up on the desk. I scooted back, taking his fingers out of me and pushed his hand away. “This isn’t right, Strait. I can’t do this for a job.”

“You’re only doing it for a job? What the fuck?” he asked, moving closer to me. “I thought you said you always wondered what it was like to be with me?”

Oh, so that’s what I had answered.

“This is just wrong,” I said as I started to get up from the desk. He pushed me back, moving in between my legs to stare at me. “Strait, I don’t want the job this badly.”

“You got off… I saw you. I felt you pulsating. It’s my turn now,” he said, moving the condom over his dick. I just stared at it and then back up at him.

“No, you’re not getting off period, not with me anyway,” I said, moving off of the desk. I walked over, picking up my panties from the floor and felt him come up behind me. He was already hard and was basically jabbing into my thigh.

“You’re not leaving this room,” he whispered, kissing me on my neck. I started to move away and he grabbed my arm, pushing me towards the wall. I hit my head against the wall and everything started to become dizzy. “We’re going to find out what it’s like, you said yourself you wondered.”

“I was just saying that, I didn’t even hear what you asked.”

“Yes, you did,” he said, letting me go. I tried to lean over to put my panties on when I looked up to see him push almost everything off of his desk. He came back over, grabbing me. “I know you did. You were smiling at me the whole time we were talking about it.”

He lifted me up on the desk and pushed me back, causing me to hit my head again. The ceiling was becoming dizzy now and my head was pounding.

Then it went dark.