Hounded by Lust by D. A. Chambers Read Free Book Online Page A

I’m here for the interview,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was out of breath and exhausted from the stress.
    “You’re late,” was all the receptionist said. She didn’t even look up past her beach blond bangs, just stared straight ahead at her computer. Must have been some really interesting stuff on her Facebook.
    “I know, I’m so sorry. I got stuck in traffic and tried my best to get here on time,” my apologetic tone felt a little fake due to the fact that I was already annoyed by the receptionist. It was no wonder why they wanted her gone.
    “Slade, she’s here for you.” Was all she said into a phone, still not making any eye-contact with me. I didn’t even say thank you. Instead I just walked over to a beautiful leather blue chair and sat down, finally feeling my muscles relax since I woke up in the morning. It was then that I realized who she called. Slade Lockwood. He was the famous producer, the big boss, the head honcho of the film industry and of this company. He was estimated to be worth billions. So why the hell was I meeting with him?! Anxiety started rising up, giving me that light-headed topsy-turvy stomach flu kind of feeling. I was interviewing for a receptionist position, not a CEO position.
    I didn’t have to wait long until the medusa at the front desk said I could head on to the sixty-first floor and meet with Slade. I grabbed my purse and walked past her, sneaking a peak at her computer screen. Sure enough she was Facebook stalking.
    As I waited for the elevator I went over my mental notes.   Ok so I’m meeting with one of the most influential people in Hollywood. No biggie. Just role with it. Holy shit.  Anxiety was evolving into full blown panic once the elevator doors opened. The ride up to the sixty-first floor felt like it was taking an eternity but it finally stopped and the metallic doors slid open to drop me off into the middle of a huge room that looked like it was straight out of an art film. The décor followed the modern trend that the lobby had but set the bar even higher.
    Everything gleamed ivory, with deep black and navy blue accents spread throughout. A huge aquarium took up a whole wall, with beautifully stunning fish floating through like a dream. I felt my jaw drop open a little bit as I took it all in.
    “You can come in,” I heard a voice say, realizing that I was frozen to the spot and that the elevator was just about to close on me. I stumbled out and looked to the right, and was greeted by a huge glass wall that looked out over all of Los Angeles. If my jaw wasn’t open before it was to the floor now. Thankfully I wasn’t scared of heights.
    “Beautiful isn’t it?” The voice said again. It snapped me back to reality, reminding me that I wasn’t here to just admire the view. I looked away from the window and towards the voice.
    “Yes.” Was all I could say as I instantly forgot the view and focused all my attention on the perfect specimen of a man sitting in front of me. I had seen pictures of Slade before but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing. His jet black hair was cut short, highlighting his breathtaking amber eyes. I had never seen someone’s eye color be that exceptionally vibrant. His impeccably sculpted face just exuded sex appeal, and the way his perfectly tailored navy blue shirt hugged his broad shoulders made me hypnotized. His light blue shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of what I imagined to be the most perfect chest I had ever seen.
    “Do you want to sit?” He said, motioning to a chair in front of his desk.
    I couldn’t even answer. Instead I just walked over to the chair, feeling myself turn redder and redder with every step. He must have noticed the open admiration I had for him.
    “So, you’re late.” His tone was not light, which really didn’t surprise me. It made me feel like I was being reprimanded. Just the way I wanted to start the interview.
    “Yea, I’m so so sorry. I woke