Chapter 8; Golden Goose

A few minutes after Naomi left, the door opened and the final candidate walked in.

My first impression was she was very different from the other two in almost every way.

Bella and Naomi had dark hair, were curvy, and had an innate sensuality about them that would have immediately turned the heads of every straight male within sight and inspired every filthy fantasy imaginable. They’d both been relatively tall with fair complexions — Naomi’s much fairer than Bella’s. Both of them resembled more of a traditional beauty with perfect makeup meant to do one thing — give me an erection. They were also both in their thirties.

My newest interviewee was short, standing 5’2” tall. She had a warm, olive complexion that implied some Middle Eastern or Indian heritage. Her facial features were sharper than those of the other two, who appeared softer. Her more conservative dress didn’t show off an abundance of cleavage or leg; it fit her well enough that I could see a more slender figure than the other two. Her hair was predominantly silver with a captivating sheen of purple that ran throughout, and she had bangs that she occasionally had to brush out of her deep brown eyes. She wore dark purple lipstick that perfectly complimented her skin tone. She had a more exotic quality than the other two, and it was difficult to compare this woman to the other two.

She slowly leaned back against the door, using her body weight to shut it fully as she looked me up and down, clearly sizing me up as I sat in my office chair.

And then she smiled.

She’d been stunning before, but her smile was fucking transformative. Seeing her grinning at me ... it made me feel like I had just eaten a warm, fresh-baked cookie after coming in from the cold. It also made me feel like I was about to get a lap dance. Overall, this woman gave me the impression of a girl next door trying something new to explore her ‘wild’ side. As much as I enjoyed looking at her, I had a hard time believing that, either in business or personal matters, she would manage to compare to Naomi’s professionalism or Bella’s charms.

“You missed a little.” She said, pointing to the corner of her mouth.

My heart skipped a beat, and I mirrored her, wiping at the corner of my mouth where she had indicated. A crimson smudge on my finger told me that I had not been as successful at wiping away the evidence of Naomi’s kiss as I thought. That lipstick was stubborn as hell. As I wiped away the rest of it with the tissues I’d found in my desk drawer, I couldn’t help but wonder if Naomi had marked me so thoroughly on purpose.

“Did I get it?” I asked, feeling a bit sheepish.

“Yes sir!” she said, approaching the desk and holding out her hand. “Erin Malik.”

I stood and clasped her hand in mine. Like the rest of her, it felt dainty in my average-sized grip. “Good to meet you, Erin. Marcus Upton.”

“So, how have your interviews been so far?” Erin asked as she took the seat in front of my desk. She set her bag down on the floor beside her, letting her shoulder-length, silvery hair fall in a way that showed me a large expanse of the side of her neck and shoulder—it looked perfect for trailing my lips across or sinking my teeth into.

Her question was meant to throw me off, and Marcus from twenty-four hours ago might have reacted like a deer in headlights, but for once in my life, I played it cool and simply replied. “Very well. My lawyer did a good job finding me some highly qualified candidates. I’d say you have quite a bit of competition.”

“You got that right,” she said, giving me another smile. “Well, the economy is hard. Can’t blame a girl for doing what it takes to get a good job.”

“That’s true,” I said, starting to feel a little uncomfortable with her implication. “So what can you tell me about yourself?”

“Hm. What’s there to say that isn’t already on the resume? I graduated at the top of my class with honors. I play the piano. I’m fluent in six languages: English, Japanese, Spanish, German, Mandarin, and Arabic. I have an auditory eidetic memory, so I’m better at conversations in those languages than I am with the written word, but I can read them all. I’m five feet, two inches, and weigh in at about ninety-six pounds. No kids. No boyfriend or girlfriend. I’m bisexual, and my measurements are thirty-two B, twenty-three, thirty-two.”

I stared at her as I tried to process what she had just said, deciding whether I was more impressed that she spoke six languages or that she readily gave me her measurements and told me she was bisexual.

She flashed me another radiant smile and said, “Those last bits aren’t in the resume.”

“Typically aren’t,” I said back. “Six languages. That’s impressive.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

I cleared my throat. “So did Helen tell you what your responsibilities would be at this job?”

“She did. It’s the usual run-of-the-mill stuff. Coffee. Dry cleaning. Answering phones, email ... managing a calendar. I would basically be your go-to for everything and the buffer between you and everyone else. Your life wouldn’t work without me. Probably the most vital person to have on your staff. I also have a lot of experience in the business world, so I’d also be able to manage finances, field business meetings, stand in as a proxy, etcetera.”

“You pretty much have the right idea.”

I picked up her resume and looked it over, trying to find something to do while I wrapped my head around how I felt about this woman.

She spoke up, “Can I be completely frank?”

I lowered the resume and said, “Yeah. I’d prefer it, actually.”

“I know what Helen’s looking for. What you’re looking for. I know what the other two probably got up to here and likely promised you. The mom was just in here, so you obviously made out with her. Maybe she blew you, but I doubt it. I’m pretty sure the other one actually got the load, judging by the back of her hair. She probably showed you her tits too. With a pair like that, she’d be stupid not to.”

I considered denying everything she said, but what would have been the point? This girl was obviously intelligent and observant and had practically admitted that there was a sexual aspect to this job.

“I can’t blame them,” Erin continued. “A girl’s gotta do what she can to pay the bills. Besides, you’re rich and hot, so I doubt they hated it ... and I can’t blame you for whatever happened here. They’re hot. You recently came into all this money, and it’s bought you a lot of freedom, and women are going to be throwing themselves at you. Anyone would be tempted to just ride that out.”

She shrugged. “I can’t blame you if you’ve already made up your mind on one of the others, but hear me out.” She leaned forward in her chair and said, “They probably promised you they’d be up for anything, right? That they would be yours to do with whatever you wanted?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“They’re missing the point. You don’t need some bimbo to be your little pet and ride you whenever. You need someone who is going to genuinely make your life better in every way. That’s me.”

Okay ... I was interested. “What do you mean?”

“If you hire either of them, they’ll drop to their knees or open their legs anytime you crook a finger, right? Why? Because you’re going to pay them really well, and they’re going to understand that as long as they do a good job and you keep enjoying what they have to offer, they have a golden goose. People can be protective of something like that. I guarantee both of them are going to do whatever they can to keep their position by any means necessary. The first time they feel like you’re getting too close to someone else, they’re going to be throwing passive-aggressive jabs at them, manipulating messages, or messing with your calendar ... all to try and sabotage whoever they feel is a threat. The older one might be more subtle about it than the one with the big tits. She seems like she knows what she’s doing, but even she’s going to be looking out for number one - her.”

“But not you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Nope.”

I found this hard to believe. “This is a high-paying job with a lot of opportunity. You’re telling me you wouldn’t do whatever you could to keep your golden goose?”

“Not at all,” she replied. “My value lies in making your life better. You’re a good-looking, relatively young guy who’s obviously going to want a lot of hot ass. I can help. If I get to play too, I’ll enthusiastically help.”

“Help how? You already admitted that I’d have tons of hot women throwing themselves at me.”

“By scouting out the ones that interest you, sussing out the ones who hit you up, and figuring out if there’s going to be trouble attached to any of them. I can run interference where needed. I can have your back. I’m also good at holding a girl’s ankles while you fuck her.”

She grinned at me before continuing. I could only imagine the look on my face.

“As your assistant, my job security would lie in providing value and in you realizing that value. Not only am I intelligent, a hard worker, and know the business world, but I also wouldn’t get in the way of you having a good time, unless I genuinely think it’s not in your best interests. Even then ... you’re the boss, so I defer to you. But I will always speak my mind and let you know if I think something is wrong on the business or personal front. If you do well, I do well, and if you’re as smart as you seem, you’ll realize that my honesty and loyalty will get you much further than one unspectacular woman with big tits. Plus you’ll have a lot of fun along the way because I’m a lot of fun.”

“Unspectacular?” I assumed she was talking about Bella. “The woman can speak five languages.”

Erin shrugged. “I can speak six. As far as I’m concerned, she’s a dummy.”

“So just to be sure I understand ... you don’t mind I who I sleep with at all, because your job is to care about my happiness. You’re suggesting that I can have you as my loyal assistant to manage my life, and I can sleep with whoever I want without you being jealous or feeling threatened? Did I get that right?”

She held up a finger. “Almost. You also get to fuck me. I mean ... if you want. I get that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m not well-endowed like Mediocre Barbie out there, but-”

“No,” I interjected. “I definitely want to have sex with you. You’re insanely hot.”

“Thank you,” she said with a satisfied grin. “And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass when I say you are too. Rich, and good-looking? You’re a catch!”

I couldn’t help but grin back at her. She was infectious. “I like you.”

“I like you too,” she said. “If you offered me the job, I’d take it.”

“You wouldn’t have before you stepped in here?”

“Probably, but I wanted to meet you before I made up my mind.”

“I’m seriously considering hiring you,” I said.

“I hope you do, because I sincerely want the job. Also, I’d like to fuck you, but that’d have to wait till we both sign on the dotted line.”

The amount of honesty coming from her was scary, but also refreshing. Sure, she could simply be spectacular at manipulating me, but something told me she was being genuinely honest

.”I can’t say I’m not disappointed at the lack of an audition, but I get it.”

“I’m glad you understand. Believe me ... we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other better,” she said as she folded her hands under her chin and smiled at me.

I really liked this girl, and it was all I could do to not start imagining all the ways I could enjoy her company, and then a thought struck me.

“I don’t like sharing.”

“Sharing?” She arched an eyebrow at me.

“I wouldn’t want you to fuck anyone else. I would want exclusivity. Would that be a problem?”

She scrunched up her nose as she thought about it. “Well,” she finally said, “I can’t say that isn’t a bit disappointing but understandable. Plenty of guys don’t like other dicks in their territory, and you are the boss after all. Is it guys you’re concerned about? Or girls too?”

“What? No ... just guys. I don’t mind other girls if that’s what you want.”

She nodded and said, “I’m extremely bisexual, so I can live with that. With one exception though, that if I want to get serious with anyone, we’ll have to revisit this part of the deal. I don’t think the current proposed arrangement would work if I found Mr. Right. Not that it’s anything we need to worry about anytime soon. I’m not interested in seriously dating right now.”