SEXUAL ENCOUTER 2 novel Chapter 6

I am twenty-one years old, I just finished college and am hunting for a job, and let me tell you it hasn't been easy. it has been one rejection after another and not fun at all.

I just came out of another office and from the frown on my face and tears clouding my eyes am sure you can guess how this one went.

Another rejection, I never knew rejection could hurt this bad till I started hunting for a job.

I crossed the road and walked towards a bench, am not in a hurry to go home, the thought of the disappointed look that will once again cloud my mum's face had me wincing a bit. I don't know which hurts the more the turn downs I get from these interviews or the disappointment that flashes across my mother's face when I tell her about these turn downs but all the same am not in a hurry to go home.

I sat down placing my files beside me and watched the passer-byes everyone in hurry to get to their destination, I wondered if any of them is going through what am going through now.

After spending some time on the bench wallowing in self-pity I decided to go home. Since my house was a few blocks away from where I had my interview I decided to walk home to give myself enough time to prepare to face my mum.

I opened the door and I walked into the living room, I could hear my mum in the kitchen, I hesitated a little, fuck it! I thought I better get it out of the way.

"Hello mother" I greeted her casually when I entered the kitchen.

She looked up at me and once again the hopeful look was there.

I looked down, my silence was all the answer she needed.

"Why don't you set the table, dinner will soon be ready," she said flatly, her disappointment obvious in her gaze.

I let out a defeated sigh and went to do as she instructed.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked, her voice cool and detached, while we were eating.

"I don't know mum" was my tired response as my fork fell from my hand, my appetite gone.

I was heading towards my room when my eyes caught today's newspaper I picked it up maybe I will be lucky and something will be there, I thought hopefully, taking it into my room.

I flipped through the pages, searching for any job advertisement when one caught my eye.

A job advert from one of the most prestigious companies in the city. The CEO was looking for a personal assistant.

Do I apply or not, I debated within myself I mean for such a high profile company they will be looking for a more experienced someone not just a fresh person like me, but let me try I said what harm is there in trying so I applied.

Three days later I got ready for the interview.

"You are going to get this one" mother told me on my way out, "I have a good feeling about this." I just nodded my head and left.

In the waiting room, there were tons of people all waiting for the same job, well maybe not tons, but there were a lot of people there for the job.

They all looked older and more experienced than me. My heart sank, if this is what am up against I better give up, I thought to dejectedly but sat down anyway.

The faces of the people coming out of the office were not encouraging at all. The sound of my name being called startled me, causing my heart to skip before it raced like a race car. I looked around and noticed I was the only one around, all the other candidates have gone.

I walked towards the door with some trepidation, I knocked softly on the door, when no response came I knocked harder.

I took in a deep breath before turning the door handle, the sight of the woman behind the desk froze me in my tracks as I stared at her open-mouthed.

"Are you going to come in or ogle me from the door," the woman spoke in a soft husky deep tones that had shivers running down my spine as my body reacted to her sexy voice.

I snapped my mouth shut and looked up to see the woman watching me with a smirk and a predatory look that had me swallowing in fright and excitement.

What the hell is going on I questioned my body reacts to this stunning woman.

Walking in slow steps I made my way to the seat facing the woman, trembling from the woman's intense look.