HIS EROTIC WHISPER (18+)

Right here is the day I have being waiting for, the day of my interview at Van Enterprises.

I was brought back to life by the sunglight that hit my face through the window, realizing it was the big day. Time to know what the day holds for me. A quick yawn and stretch, and I rolled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. .

Dressed in a simple Walmart find, I went to the kitchen to get stuffed with breakfast. After not being sure of what I really wanted for breakfast, I settled for Toast, and some Sunnt-Side-Up eggs and some hot dog. With my outfit sorted, I faced the mirror, adjusting my collar and running a comb through my hair. I wanted to look neat and put together, looking the the absolute best for the interview.

I suddenly became anxious as I stepped out of the house into the buslting street to catch the bus to Van enterprises.

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His face resembles that of my ideal man, featuring a well-defined jawline and tousled dark curls that beg for a touch. His cheeks sport a casual five o'clock beard. With deep, magnetic blue eyes, he focuses intently on my file, methodically turning the sheets as if grading exam papers like a professor. The glow from the large glass wall behind him catches on his Toms watch, enhancing his overall charisma. Dressed in a deep grey three-piece suit covering his broad shoulders and lean muscles, his appearance commands the room.

He is so beautiful to look at that I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him that this plan would fail if I couldn't control my mind. Like me, if you read romance novels too often, you get into the habit of seeing yourself as the main character whenever a situation like this happens. "Miss. Nancy Toms..." the man begins in a deep voice that makes me squeeze my legs. He shuts the file and raises his eyes to my face. He puts his elbows on top of the file, resting his chin above as he studies me. "I'll ask one simple question - why do you want this job?"

I adjusted my dress and sit up straight. "Mr. Harry, I have done extensive research on your company Sir. I think the management and setting you have here is just what I have being searching for. I'll work hard to establish my worth if hired for the role.

He raises a hand and gestures for me to stop talking."Miss. Toms..." He leans back in his chair like a man who knows he owns the conversation without requiring permission. "You've applied for the position of my PA. The position does not only require hard work and dedication but also compatibility with me. You understand what I am saying, right?"

"I do."

He nods slowly, picking my portfolio again and studying it.

"Your qualification impresses me but the part about your interests and hobbies has me hesitating. Can you describe them to me in more detail?"

"I like to read," I answer immediately. "I like to read and knit and blog about stuff. It helps me pass time."

Mr. Harry shakes his head dismissively and raises a dark eyebrow. "I've met thirty other candidates who share same interests in hobbies. What distinguishes you, Miss Toms? Why do you suppose I ought to pick you?"

He lets go of my portfolio and looks at me more intently, as though he's eager to see if he's finally starting to irritate me. My interests shouldn't be related to the requirements of the work, but he's making this casual talk seem so formal.

"Mr. Harry, I do realize how my qualifications are nothing out of the ordinary but I have been told that I have a way of surprising people with my dedication towards any kind of work. I'm passionate about basically everything I do and work is another passion of mine. I don't work to earn but because I love work itself. It pleases me."

"Work gives you pleasure, Miss. Toms?" A corner of his lips lifts to form a boyish smirk. I can't deny it. This man has charm. "How much pleasure exactly?"

I sense the way his line of questioning is slowly changing directions. He doesn't smile though. Even his smirk is the tiniest curve. I doubt anyone has ever seen this man smile. All his pictures in magazines and last year's Forbes Top Youngest Billionaires were devoid of a smile.

"I'll say if you give me the position, you'll find me extremely pleasurable, Mr. Harry. I have been told to have great flexibility," I reply, squaring my shoulders. "For work, of course."

Mr. Harry's jaw doesn't budge as he scans my physique, taking in my outrageously expensive-but yet inexpensive-Walmart dress that I bought just for the interview. I soon realised that it wasn't really about getting the Job, but about owning Mr Harry. I did what I was told and gave it my all. Although my dark brown hair is styled in a polished bun at the back of my head, a few delicate tendrils perfectly frame my face with waves. While I haven't worn much makeup, most men find it difficult to ignore the wine-red hue of my lipstick.Mr. Harry doesn't look impressed though as he shrugs disinterestedly.

"Miss. Toms, I appreciate you coming in here, but I don't believe you will be able to match my expectations. I want an assistant who can stand up to me, speak up when I make a mistake, and not run to the toilet in tears after every criticism I give them. Are you able to cope with that? Because you appear to be just as common as the many other applicants who have come in and sat here today.

"And you obtained that about my personality just by sitting here and asking me worthless questions?" I toss back at him before leaning forward slightly, confidently meeting his eyes. "If you really want to take on someone today, you should ask them about something more important than their hobbies. For example, give me a circumstance and ask me how I would manage it as your future personal assistant."

"Excuse me? Miss Toms, are you teaching me how to do interviews?" The man looks at me strangely, clearly insulted. "You'll do well to remember which side of this room you're sitting on."

You mentioned earlier that you wanted someone to confront you and call you out on your errors. Mr. Harry, that's exactly what I'm doing."

His mouth tightens even more. He draws closer, he crosses his forearms across each other on top of the desk and fixes his gaze on me. I keep my eyes fixed on the sharp features of his face and his piercing blue eyes, which perfectly match the sound of his name. Mr. Van Harry, Ranked at Top among Forbes 's Youngest Billionaires.

"Miss. Toms..." His voice drops in depth, sounding soft and carrying a seductive tune in it without an intentional attempt. "Are you playing with me? I think you are. You are playing with me right? Look, I'm not like the men you read about in your little romance novels who find your impulsiveness fascinating. In fact, I'm quite the opposite of that, and now you are beginning to irritate me.

I don't let his words get to me as I lean forward, clasping my hands on top of his desk and resting my chin above them.

"Mr. Harry, is this how you intimidate everyone who tries to correct you? If yes, then that makes your personality even more unattractive. You had an issue with the way I handled myself initially, and I decided to switch things up to satisfy you, but here you vexing over what is not."

Well! Whatever. "I am still not convinced that you are up to the task"

"Well, I still insist that if you give me a chance, I wil prove to you that I am." I proudly said

I notice the tick of his jaw, the twitch in a corner muscle of his eye and I know that I have got him where I want him.

"Miss. Toms..." he says after a moment's silence.

"Yes, Mr. Harry?"

"Meet with the HR to get a full description of your position, and all that you'd be needing." he declares and then pulls back, leaning back casually in his revolving chair.

My eyes widen at this new turn of events. I didn't think it would be that easy obviously. My limbs tremble a little as I move back from his desk, my mouth opening in surprise.

"Does that mean I got the Job, Mr Harry??" I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong.

"For someone who wants is my PA, I expect you to smarter than this" Then the man finally smiles lightly - a wicked, wicked smile which he is right to hide from the world because the sight of it is chilling. "But you have the Job for just a month"

"What? Why a month?" I blink at him, even more taken aback than the first time.

"That's right, A month. I'm puting you on a probation of one month to see how you will perform as my PA. If I am convinced of your performance after one month, your income will be double, you will be given your own apartment, the company will cover your medical and insurance expenses, you will be given a vacation package, and many other benefits."

I take a big gulp, imagining that everything is mine. It seems like the deal of a lifetime. Even though I had little interest in the profession previously, it now intrigues me.

Coming from a poor home and having lost my adopted father a few years ago, I've struggled to manage my finances for a long time. His offer sounds so appealing that I find it difficult to believe this opportunity.

"This feels to good to be true. I honestly feel like there's a catch. Mr Harry what's the catch?" I stare at him cynically

"I think there's just one. Miss. Toms. Just one" Mr. Harry raises a hand to touch his lower lip, deepening his attention on me.

"I said it. I just knew it. That was too good to be true". I looked dissapointed

He smiled wittingly. "Well, It's not too much of a catch. The catch is that, If you lose, you'll apologize to me for your arrogant actions in front of my entire staff. Agreed?" The billionaire bastard gets up from his seat and extends his hand for me to shake.

I force myself to smile, getting up too as I look at his hand before taking it. His skin is hot against mine and his hold is tight.

"Yes Sir, I agree." I say. "Petty bastard" I thought within.

"Welcome to Harry Enterprises then, Miss. Toms." He tightens his hold on my hand. "I hope you have a great time here."

Nancy stormed into the apartment as soon as she got off the bus, her shoulders heaving from weariness and her face radiating extreme fatigue. She exhaled a breath of relief as she kicked off her shoes and let them scatter on the floor. There had been so much to do that day, and as each activity took on more energy, she began to feel as though she would faint.

The gentle hug of the mattress gave her a moment of respite as she fell onto her bed. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, exhausted, every muscle in her body tensing from the day's stress.

Sophia emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of steaming pasta in her hands. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Nancy already home, her exhaustion evident in every line of her face.

"Nancy, are you okay?" Sophia asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached the bed.

Nancy managed a weak nod, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Just... really tired," she mumbled, her words barely audible.

Setting the bowl of pasta on the bedside table, Sophia reached out and gently squeezed Nancy's shoulder. "Well, dinner's ready whenever you're up for it. Rest for now, okay?"

Nancy grinned appreciatively and nodded as she sank down onto her bed. Even though she was exhausted, there was a ray of hope in the midst of her fatigue because of Sophia's warmth.

When I tell Sophia what happened that day, she blinks at me in an unusual way. Her thick lashes quiver behind her beautiful eyes. I study her in my mirror while I line my eyes in black eyeliner, making a butterfly pattern around my eyes.

"Oh my God, Nancy!" she suddenly exclaims, getting up from my bed and covering her mouth with her hands. "You were challenged by Van Harry! How can you be so okay after that?"

She appears genuinely stunned, which is understandable given that she has been smitten with Van Harry since he appeared on the cover of Forbes magazine. He has become her hero, and she wants to launch her own digital company and follow his successful route.

I wonder if the doe-eyed creature would have made a better assistant to him than me because he even knows every detail of his public appearances from dawn to night. I'm not quite as pretty as she is. Perhaps she would have made a better decision.

She looks at me with wide eyes, her black dress hugging her curves and revealing a charming heart-shaped face with big lips and creamy skin behind her temporary glasses. Her brunette hair flows carelessly over her shoulders, creating soft waves that frame her face.

I, on the other hand, am dressed in a simple white crop top with full sleeves and a royal blue skirt which doesn't stick to my curves as hers does. My hair is in a half up-do unlike hers.

"It's nothing much, Sophia." I drop the eyeliner back in my make-up box before turning to her. "That man is not the idol you make him to be. He doesn't even know how to conduct a proper interview! I pissed him off and that's why he gave me the job."

"But you got to meet him!" Sophia contradicts, making dreamy eyes at the ceiling. "And Nancy, he is so handsome. God, I wish I was in your place."

"Your opinions would have changed," I remark, picking up my sling bag from the bed. "Besides you're lucky you get to do your dream job. I mean Digital Manager for Bright Media? Hello, that's huge!"

"But my boss isn't some handsome guy I would drop my panties for in a second. He's a half-aged dude with an eternal growl plastered twenty-four seven."

"And my boss has an eternal scowl on his thirty-one-year-old face. That's disturbing. I don't know what would cost that man to smile once in a while. I never saw him smile."

"For real, Nancy. Your hormones are too strong for my taste. If I was in your place, he would have had me in one go. The way he lifts his eyebrow towards the media is always a classic signal," Sophia comments, following me out of my room.

"Won't deny that. He does have very angry eyebrows."

"Oh, I forgot to ask you." She turns to face me with a strangely serious look on her face as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Why didn't you tell me that our lease has been paid in full? I thought it would be months before that happens. Now I owe you."

I go still at her words. I completely forgot about the lease. There is no way he paid for that too. He promised me he would stop interfering.

After receiving our business degrees six months prior, Sophia and I leased our apartment and bought it. It was our good fortune to cross paths with one another on the day of the -BHK space viewing. We ultimately worked out an arrangement between ourselves because we both cherished the room and lacked the funds to purchase the entire flat.

This was how our friendship started and as of now, in this big city called LA, she is the only one I am close enough to call a friend. I love the girl like anything to lie to her.

But the lease? I can't tell her the truth.

"Oh yeah..." I shake my head awkwardly. "Yeah, I paid in full. You don't have to pay me now, don't worry. I got some money saved and decided to get the burden off our heads."

"But you could have at least discussed it with me, Nancy," Sophia complains. "This makes me feel so bad. I would have contributed from my savings too."

Unable to decide what to say, I go for the option which makes me not look like a sacrificial lamb.

"Well, you can just pay it to me." I shrug. "Anyways, let's not talk about it now. You wanted to go to the bar to celebrate and we'll be doing just that. Not speaking of apartments and leases."

She gives me a pointed look which makes me suspect that she in turn suspects something fishy. I keep a giant smile on my face as she studies me with inquisitive eyes.

"Fine," she says after a while. "But I'm paying you soon."

"Can't wait," I grin shamelessly, hiding from her the fact that I didn't pay anything at all.

He did.

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The bar we enter is packed with patrons, and the regular space has been transformed into a club with top-notch music playing. Individuals are pressed up against one another, licking, kissing, and grinding. I wish I could do that with someone right now. My previous scumbag of a guy was so long ago.

Matt had been all fun and nice - sunshine and rainbows - until he had ended up slapping me in a fit of rage. In return, I had kicked him in the balls so hard with my heels that the dude ended up in the hospital for a week.

I have never been that satisfied with choosing violence.

Sophia grabs my hand, pulling me to the end of the bar and towards the counter. We find two empty stools and quickly claim our seats, slapping our hands at the counter to call out for drinks.

"Sex on the beach!" we both shout, making the bartender, a charming young man, smirk as he prepares our drinks.

When he places them near us, we grab the glasses and clink them together.

"Here's to new jobs and asshole bosses!" Sophia makes a toast, swallowing a long sip of her drink.

I follow her, wincing first and then drinking in the juicy feeling.

"Oh Gosh...I love this place," I remark, pulling Sophia to the dance floor with me.

We dance together wildly, twisting our bodies and bobbing our heads. Men stare at us and we admire the attention, letting our hands run through our bodies in a seductive way. The lights mingle with blue and red, creating shadows on the floor.

"I'm so happy for you, Nancy!" Sophia shouts, letting the people around us know how happy she is.

In here, nobody minds our loud mouths and ludicrous moves. Here we are free from the constraints of life. This night is ours and we are going to make the best of it.

Or at least that's what I believe until I see a gigantic figure stroll by me. I almost trip and fall, but two powerful arms catch me by the waist and hold me tightly into a muscular chest before I can even lose my equilibrium.

"Thank you..." I smile as I look up and the smile falls instantly.

Van Harry has a towering build, strong muscles, and an uncreased suit. His hardened face looks down at me with eyes so blue that I swallow right away. My eyes dart to look for my friend, but they end up in the arms of another man as they dance.

"Miss. Toms..." His grip around my waist tightens as he pulls me firmer against his chest, encasing me in the protection of his arms when two young boys pass us. "What are you doing here dancing alone?"

I rest my palms on Mr. Harry's chest, holding the lapels of his suit as I gaze at him.

"I'm not alone, Mr. Harry," I reply. "I came with my friend."

"And where is your irresponsible friend, may I know?"

"No, you may not."

His expression hardens, but I'm already accustomed to the malice that sparkles in his eyes. I push away from him, immediately covering my chest with my arms using the force of my hands on his chest. Mr. Harry's eyes slide to my top right away, revealing a peek of my cleavage thanks to a V-cut collar. He walks past that part of me and surveys the packed dance floor.

With a frown, he rests a hand on my elbow, holding me firmly while guiding me to a less congested area. Goosebumps crawl up my spine from the heat between us when he touches me. I attempt to remove my elbow from him, but it's difficult to escape his grip.

When we stop facing each other, he puts his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and stands tall.

"Miss. Toms, you should know better than to waste your time partying tonight. Tomorrow is your first day at work and unfortunately, you seem to be already disappointing me."

"We're not in the office."

He narrows his eyes at me. "That I can see."

His ruggedly attractive face is made even more appealing by the dancing dark lights across it. He has switched his Toms watch for a platinum-plated one, but other than that, he is dressed just like I saw him at the office. It has a brilliant luster, making its thousands of dollars clearly guessed. He should be frequenting more upscale bars, not one like this one that is frequented by every other LA resident.

"Want me to buy you a drink, Miss. Toms?" he asks.

"You're offering me a drink? After all that happened between us?" I raise an eyebrow in speculation.

Mr. Harry lets out a growl or a laugh, I can't distinguish at all.

"Miss. Toms, believe me, nothing scandalous has happened between us..." His eyes fall to my outfit again, sliding up my legs in a curious way. "Yet."

My skin flushes, heat filling me and making me increasingly aware of how close we are. He has his one hand on my elbow still and his eyes are fully concentrated on me. I see his face darken as he registers the closeness too.

"Hmm...I think I'd rather choke on a melon than sleep with you, Mr. Harry."

His eyes widen and he releases me quickly, looking embarrassed for a second.

"What makes you think I was talking about sex, Miss. Toms?" he says calmly. "I was only referring to all that might happen between us tomorrow once you apologize to me in front of my whole staff."

I laugh at his confidence, putting my hands behind my back and staring up at him.

"Mr. Harry..." I begin. "I'm never apologizing to you and neither will I be disappointing you that easily. This job will be mine permanently no matter what you try otherwise."

"That confident, Miss. Toms?"

I smile, taking a step closer and raising my hands to his chest. His body tenses when my fingers brush up his suit until they find the top-most button of his white shirt. I release it from its hold slowly and then move my fingers down to release another. The first glimpse of his chest becomes visible, a light dust of hair scattered over a taut torso, and I crane my neck towards his face.

The air around us tingles with tension, the epiphany of our closeness holding us in place, eyes locked to one another.

"Never learned to be anything else, Mr. Harry. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go to the washroom."

As I turn to leave him, I catch a glimpse of his beautiful face where the lips happen to form just an illusion of a smile as he watches me walk away.