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turned my eyes back to her. “Do you know how long I'll have to wait? I’ve got another interview in two hours.”
    “How the hell should I know?” she snapped and drummed her tacky red nails on the door. “She'll be back when she'll be back. Do I look like a fortune teller?”
    Damn! This company really needed to look at its hiring policy. The bimbo slammed the door behind me and I thanked my lucky stars I’d been relieved of her presence.
    The office wasn't large but its minimalistic design seemed to increase the size of the room. It was pristine, clean and neat, devoid of any personal items or signs showing what the inhabitant might be like. Well, except the fact they were clearly a control freak. There was just a large, ergonomic desk with a computer, phone and several plastic case holders on it, a black executive leather chair, a comfortable matching couch and a coffee table in front of it. One of the walls was entirely occupied by a bookcase and storage file boxes.
    Lina hadn't changed her style much since those days. Her sense of order was one of the things I’d grown to like so much about her.
    Twenty minutes later, I had been bored to death. Even the beautiful view through the panoramic window couldn't distract me. The person who called me for an interview had clearly set me up for a big joke. I had better things to do with my time than pacing back and forth, waiting in vain. Finally, I rested on the couch and wondered whether it would be wiser if I left.
    The door opened and the sexiest female voice I'd ever heard caressed my ears, startling me from the couch. She had a low, sultry voice, like a melancholy jazz singer in a forties club. The raspy notes caused the hairs on my neck to rise and the blood to rush straight between my legs. Good thing I was wearing baggy jeans so my erection wasn't visible. Wait, what? Was I hard already? No woman had ever gotten me turned on by merely speaking.
    “Oh, you must be here for the interview. I hope you haven't been waiting for too long.”
    Cold sweat formed at the back of my neck when I raised my head to look at the newcomer. She was the most gorgeous and intimidating woman I’d met. Her wavy red hair was falling down her double-breasted blazer. It was as bright as spun copper. Her blue eyes were framed by sexy, thin eyebrows, which matched her hair. The sparkling gemstones were even more prominent against her pale skin. It was the first time I’d met a redhead whose face wasn’t mottled with freckles. Actually, her skin was absolutely flawless, the color of a porcelain doll. Still, there was nothing delicate or fragile about her. She was smiling but her eyes were unreadable. The woman’s gaze exuded strength, intelligence and iron will.
    She closed the door behind her and moved to the desk with the grace of a ballet dancer, giving me enough time to study her body. The business suit she wore left plenty to the imagination. It also showed her impressive curves. The pale gray, silk blouse was tied with a bow at the front and gave a very small hint of her cleavage. Such an impressive, heavy bust was difficult to hide even with the best-tailored suits. My eyes slid down to her firm hips and heart-shaped ass in a charcoal gray pencil skirt. Those stocking-clad legs! They were infinite, lean and strong. Her dark red business pumps were the only colorful detail in her outfit and sent my mind even deeper into the gutter.
    She was a foxy, high-class lady, nothing like the dumb secretary who greeted me when I arrived.
    How would this divine creature react if I crossed the distance between us with a quick stride and grabbed her by a lock of her hair? Would she look as formidable down on her knees in the pose of a defeated maiden? Would she cry for help if I bent her over her desk, pushed her skirt up and tore her panties off? What if she had none on? Would she love it if I smacked her ass cheeks as punishment for a dress code violation? Thousands of delicious scenarios