Thread: Phoenix (CandyxDangerous)

If Christine hadnt suddenly gotten knots in her stomach just staring at her potential boss, she might have been able to see him as alluring, even charming. Even that thought was too much for her stomach to take and she felt instantly ill again. Forcing down the tightness in her belly and the threat of bile coming up, she continued to look him over. He had a chiseled jaw, a sharp nose and enchanting eyes why was it that she felt like when she stared into those eyes, that only his mind would be able to tell her what was so wrong with her. She knew him, but didnt the idea perplexed her and it bothered her to no end, why did she get this feeling of deja vu when she looked into those fathomless eyes? They continued to gaze at one another, perhaps each trying to figure one another out,at least Christinewas still trying to piece her own puzzle together.As he looked into her eyes something dark flickered beneath them this man was an enigma, a complete and total mystery that she would never be able to unravel, not without his help. The strange darkness that she had caught in his eyes dissipated like a flame without air and the cool, calculating look returned, and she was once again immediately intimidated by him. The young woman wasnt about to let a little fear get in the way of her ultimately working for a large firm and advancing up the corporate ladder she was determine damnit and in the words of her wise stepfather Carpe diem. Despite her pretty face Christine was no idiot. She knew damn well that many of the interns that the college had sent quickly turned and ran for the hills withint the first few days of the internship that Mr. Lazarus Rhodes had so kindly constructed. The horror stories were endless and there were enough of those stories to have made it to the world wide web too.She knew what she was getting into long hours with no thank you, painfully boring paperwork that would drive in a saint to drink, and running yourself almost literally ragged because you were at the beckoned call of Mr. Rhodes himself. That was just the tip of the iceberg too, or so she had read on an online forum. But even despite the fear of not being considered good enough for the job, the young woman that stood tall in front of Mr.Rhodes, had a dream that she intended to fulfill. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that when Lazarus reached out and touched her, she jumped and even let out a small little yelp. Instantly her cheeks turned crimson red with embarrassment, but she quickly cleared her throat and murmured a pathetic, There was a spider. Silently she prayed that he might actually believe her lie, but she felt that she was going to be found out again though, she cleared her throat and straightened her jacket, smiling up to Mr. Rhodes. Silently she listened to his too smooth reassurance, Yes sir, I am well aware of the requirements it takes to work for such a big name in the industry. I may have a nice pair of tits sir, but by no means and I some ditzy idiot. The moment the comment had left her mouth, Christine instantly regretted it and wished she could take it back. That comment was going to get her kicked out of the building, no, better yet, she was going to be guided out of the building by two beefy security guards warning her that if she ever did return, she would be tossed out next time. With a shaky sigh, she murmured, Sorry sir. Afterwards, she fell instantly silent. She had become completely oblivious to the fact that her potential employer was watching her every gesture, and drinking in her visage. If Christine knew that she was being seen as eye candy at this particular junction in time, she would have collected herself respectfully and left. She wasnt a prude by any means and knew that she was beautiful, but she didnt want to be seen only as a nice piece of ass, with a great rack and looks that could kill though she constantly felt that those reasons were the only reason why she had ever been hired for any sort of work. When Mr. Rhodes finally removed his hand, a soft sigh of relief escaped Christines, relieved that his millionaire, corporate tycoon wasnt touching her. She was still completely baffled as to why she disliked the touch so much, the most apt way she could describe his touch was dark. With just a simple touch from his hand, Christine felt that she was losing herself to her darker impulses, she wanted things that she knew were wrong, or at the very least, that would cause over indulgence. Hearing him speak again, Christine looked up and nodded, following him closely.