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CHAPTER 1: haha sorry this is mostly plot and backstory! He flirts with you but no lemon yet.... yet.. kinks: dilfs i guess, theres more in the next chapter!
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"FUCK SORRY IM SO LA-..aa..." you burst into the room where he sat awaiting you his long thin fingers clutching a pen, gracefully jotting down his first impressions of the previous interviewee. It was not good.
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"A-ah s-sorry sir im late i u-uhh just- m-my alarm didn't go off..." he smiles at you with something sarcastic burning behind his eyes waiting to be released from a sensible prison of a bored face wanting something more exiting than the last few he had seen for the job, exeed his expectations. He needs it.
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You allow yourself a nervous laugh to slip from your tight chest, it was greeted with a bored sigh and a
"Its fine.. please take a seat, you look so flustered you mustve ran here~" as he spoke that flirty sarcasm drifted out among his carefull syllables and caught you off gaurd. Wait. YOU WERE BLUSHING? To be fair you did semi jog in a failed attempt to arrive on time for once, but you were utterly smitten with him. Your mind begins to race and you space out, fidgeting ascypu take your seat. You had only just seen him in the flesh for the first time! How could you be so crazy?
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"Hello? Earth to... well interviewee?" His accent was smooth yet sinister, you thought you were going to drop dead! If looks gave heart attacks...
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"S-SIR yes sorry." You are panicing. You were allready so nervous and panicky in interveiws but being intimidated by a drop dead attractive older man? YOU my good freind are a mess.
He picks up his pen and holds it to a fresh sheet of paper. "So why dont we get started then~ name?"
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"Oh uhh y-yes of corse my name! Uhh thats- thats... y/n to y-.. you...." you stammered out in an attempt to counter attack, pathetic You almost forgot your own name.
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"Ok then, darling i'll try to remember.. i am 43 after all!~" he presented smoothly.DARLING?? now you were REALLY R E A L L Y flustered and he knew it, he was having fun as a predator and you being his delicious prey.
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"So lovely y/n, i have your resume here.. seems like this would be your first ever job, and all your degrees are... quite impressive....~ if i do say so myself... tell me about your tallents, other than studdying.. hard~"
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"Wait... is he... INTERESTED IN ME???" Was the thought that Your racing mind had presented to you, you couldent get your mind off of him. You found out everything you could about him before coming here, y/n an educated 21 year old wanted a crappy dayshift job at a kids pizza place... all because they were kinky around old men. Hell just kinky full stop!
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"Y-you want to hear about... me?"
"Why yes.. darling~"
On a normal day you struggled to find any redeeming qualities in your absolute mess of a mind but now... you were even more stuck.
"I-i i- i do- uhh im... well.. go-g-good at.... s-sing-ging i-i guess....."
FUCK. YOU HATED YOUR VOICE. You thought you sounded terrible. What the fuck are you on about y/n.
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"Oh really?~ sing for me little birdie~..."
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"W-WHa-att?? I-i on- hold- on s- second... thought im n-not that goo-od..."
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"Oh come in baby... dont be scarce..~ id bet money on you singing like a nightingale~" he seems to drag on the end of every word, hanging on to it seductively.
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"W-w-ill thiss effect my j-job statu-us?"
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"Baby doll i allready like you~ this wont determine if you fill my... position~ or not.... its a fair process.."
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"*sigh* y-you really want m-me to sing?"
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"Go on darling nobodys watching... exept.. me~"
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"Whats y-your favourite song?" STOP. YOU FUCKING SUCK UP.
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"it might just be... well im not shure! Why dont you chose me a little something baby~" ABORT. ABORT. RUN.
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you think over in your head.. you chose YOUR favourite: i love you like an alcoholic by the taxpayers.
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You close your eyes and pretend you were in your childhood bedroom, where you used to sing... when your dads used to fight and you stayed up all night singing to calm yourself down. It works.
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*inhale*
"And the rain opened up the sky to get
One last kiss
I love you like an alcoholic
One last kiss
I love you like a statuette
One last kiss
I need you like i need a broken leg~"
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You opened your eyes and were greeted with such a sight, he was closer to you. He really loved you sing, you allways sang without flaw (though you did not think as much, sadly you hated almost everything about yourself).
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What really surprised you was that he had taken your soft skinned hand against his rough bony one and was stroking it softly. HOLY FUCK. HOLDING HANDS??
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you tried to open your mouth to speak but you lips only tightened, your mouth only got dryer, your face only grew redder...
The best you could force was
"B-b..bo.........uh...b....bos-..si..r...sir!"
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"Yes my doll?"
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"H-ha...-han..d..."
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"Ah yess it was an attempt to ease your nerves!~ " he hummed "allthough you sang flawlessly my darling... your cheeks are so pink you look like youve just ran a marathon once more!~~"
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"S....-so-"
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"No need to be sorry doll! Theres more where that came from...~" he spoke softly.. less enthusiastic and MUCH more seductively, His confident, sinister smile never faltering.
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And just like that he caressed your jaw, taking it in his hand and leaning over the desk towering above you. Whatever he was doing... IT. WAS. WORKING....~
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He then put his mouth to your ear whispering "baby, the things i could do to you...~"his fresh breath tickling your pure skin, triggering chills down your spine. Fuck.~
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END OF CHAPTER 1.