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“How much is it?”
“I need $650”
“Damn! When was the last time you paid your light bill?”
“Things have been tough for me Cam, you haven’t been giving me the money that I need any more for a while and the only reason I moved in this big apartment was because I thought you had my back,” my mom says in obvious distress.
“Well, I never promised to support you, that is not my job,” I counter. “I never told you to move into a 3 bedroom apartment. That’s absolutely ridiculous, you don’t need that much room, and I don’t have that kind of money to give to you. What’s the point? I know you, your gas is probably about to get cut off too.”
I don’t hear anything but her breathing on the other end of the line. I can almost hear her brain working overtime to come up with an excuse. We sit in silence over the phone for almost 30 seconds and then she finally speaks.
“Can’t you just ask Marcus for the money?”
“This is why I don’t answer your calls mom. I’m not asking Marcus for anything, this isn’t his problem either. I’m sorry but I can’t help you. I’m about to start driving and so I will call you later.”
I don’t wait for her to respond and I press the end button on my phone. I fight the urge to throw my phone against the concrete and stomp it. I don’t know why I let her to get to me the way that I do, she’s been like this every since I can remember. I doubt if she will ever change. It looks like she is just going to have to move back in with her sister because she is not welcomed at my house.
I get into my car and take a few deep breaths and head home.
I really do wish that I could call Marcus to vent but I no longer have that luxury. I’m sure that if I called he would answer and talk to me but he made himself pretty clear the last time we talked. He has moved on to be with Charity and they are going to be a family. I won’t be a third wheel to their relationship and so he can no longer be my friend anymore even though he offered. I wanted to hit him in the face with my stiletto when he asked ‘Can we just go back to being friends?’ I still shake my head at the level of nerve that must have taken.
Now I’m just ready to take my aching body home, get in the shower, take a nap, maybe read a Lena Skye novel on my Kindle and then prepare for my interview in the morning. I’m ready to knock it out of the ball park because I need a real change in my life.
***
I woke up at 5 in the morning because I was so excited for my interview.
I couldn’t get to sleep until midnight; I was up all night researching the job of personal assistants, and the salary. Some get paid a lot of money and I hope that this job offers a decent salary like the ones that I researched. Most importantly, I researched the company. Kane Global Investment Management is one of the top 5 investment companies in Chicago and ranks in the top 20 in the nation. It was created in 1986 by Kyle Kane Senior and they specialize in health care services, information technology services, and consumer industrial businesses. I felt in over my head and decided to just go to bed before I freaked myself out.
I decided to skip my usual morning coffee to avoid the jitters. I drove to the Metro station and took the train because parking downtown is absolutely crazy and I didn’t want to run the risk of being unable to find a parking spot. Looking for a parking space in downtown Chicago is an extremely frustrating experience. I’m definitely not in the mood to be annoyed today of all days.
The office is the Magnificent Mile and it’s inside of a huge glass building. The lobby is massive and filled with people that are coming and going. I walk to the big half circle desk and let the attendant know that I’m there to see Kyle from Kane Enterprises. The attendant raises his eyebrow and tells me to hold one moment and that someone will be right with me. I take a seat in the lobby area and try to stop clicking my black 4 inch Nine West heel against the floor.
A beautiful petite blonde approaches me.
“Camille?”
“Yes,” I say as I stand to meet her handshake. “It’s nice to meet you—?”
“Amanda,” she says in a pleasant but detached tone. “It’s nice that you could come on such short notice, we’re looking to hire for this position pretty quickly.”
“It was a relief to be contacted so soon, although I do admit that it was a surprise,” I say honestly.
Ignoring my comment she says, “Follow me, Kyle is finishing up a meeting and so you will have to stay put in the waiting area until he’s ready for you.”
Stay put? Dogs stay put, children stay put, and I’m neither.
But I don’t acknowledge her slight and follow her onto the elevator and to the 30th floor. We walk through huge double glass doors and she points to the plush waiting area and walks away without another glance in my direction.
I sit in one of the black leather contemporary couches. The lobby has a very modern and sleek feel. Black leather couches, light hardwood floors, warm lighting, with a big glass desk in the front. The woman sitting behind the desk is a gorgeous brunette that looks like she stepped off a runway. As I look around I notice that most of the women in the office are beautiful and white. I look at my phone and notice that my interview was supposed to start 5 minutes ago.
Soon a cute blonde is escorted through the double doors by Amanda and motioned towards the couch. Amanda is a lot sweeter to this girl than she was to me. I then hear Amanda tell her ‘Kyle is running behind schedule and we have an interview before you, so just sit tight and he’ll be with you as soon he as can.’ She then gives her a huge smile and asks her if she wants anything before she walks off.
I can’t help but wonder if my color is the reason that I got such poor treatment. Maybe it’s my clothes because everyone here is dressed immaculately. I have on a black suit from New York and Company and I thought that I was pretty cute this morning but now I feel severely under dressed and cheap. Nine West shoes aren’t impressive when the women here are wearing Jimmy Choos!
I take a look at the girl sitting next to me. She has on an expensive tan suit that was tailored to fit her slender frame. Her shoes look out of my league and so there is really no use in asking her where she got them from. Her manicured nails are holding on to her leather briefcase and she makes my binder look downright juvenile. I want to go home. I can’t believe that I have wasted my time coming down here. I no longer feel like the confident girl from yesterday morning.
“Camille, follow me,” Amanda says to me and immediately starts walking to the back.
I follow her along the hallways and she walks inside of a big office that mirrors the lobby in décor but ups the ante with the plush white carpet and crystal everywhere. I have to make sure I don’t knock anything over because I can’t afford to buy it if I break it. Although everything is glass, his desk is cherry wood and it’s beautiful but it looks out of place. On the desk I see the name plaque ‘Kyle Kane, CEO’. Whoa, I’m interviewing with the CEO? I am so not ready for this.
“Hello Camille,” I hear a smooth voice say from behind me.
I jump slightly and turn around.
“Mr. Kane, this is Camille Wood. Camille this is Kyle Kane, the CEO,” Amanda says before makes a graceful exit.
“Please, have a seat,” Mr. Kane says as he makes a gesture towards the chair sitting directly across from him. A glass coffee table separates us.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Kane,” I say as I take my seat.
“Please call me Kyle, Mr. Kane is my father,” he says with a sly and sexy grin.
Oh yes, I said sexy. This man is off of the charts when it comes to sexy and I don’t even like white boys. Well at least I thought I didn’t. I’m willing to ignore his corny line because who cares what he says when he’s so damned hot?
He looks to be in his early 30’s. He has thick tousled black hair, beautiful green eyes, and a clean shaven face that shows off his square jaw line, and I can tell that he works out. His suit jacket is neatly laid across the back of the chair in the middle of us and so his muscl
es are straining against the white business shirt that he’s wearing so well. How would any woman be able to keep her hands off of him? I wonder if he likes black girls.
“Okay Kyle,” I say. “Thank you so much for having me.”
He smiles as he says “Well, you had a cover letter that we just couldn’t ignore. You’re a little arrogant for a person with so little experience and I must admit that I was intrigued.”
I blush and tell myself to stop acting like a little school girl. This is an interview and not a date.
“I’m not arrogant, I’m self confident. I know my worth and my value. I’m an asset to whoever I work for and you’ll never find another candidate that can do things as efficiently as me, or that has the drive that I do.”
He raised an eyebrow at me and begins to ask me a series of questions. I feel like I’m on auto pilot because in my head I’m somewhere else. In my head I’m laid on my back naked on top of his cherry wood desk and he’s on top of me impaling me with his big cock. Do white men even have big dicks? Maybe one day he’ll show me. I would love to know what he feels like sliding in and out of me as he looks at me with those green eyes.
“Camille?” he says, snapping me out of my trance.
I lick my lips suggestively out of habit and I see him adjust in seat. Hmmm, so he does like me. I can’t believe I’m flirting with a white man and on a job interview, this can’t be professional. I try to shake it and continue on with the interview. I’m clearly lusting after him because of my lack of sex. I should have rocked Rodney’s world yesterday when I had the opportunity because my hormones may lose me this job.
“Yes?” I ask.
“Why should I hire you? Especially with your lack of real experience?” he asks sternly.
“My experience is very real,” I clarify. “I may not have standard corporate experience but my real life experience gives me the edge that you truly need. You can trust me to not just get your coffee but to handle your clientele with ease and secure new ones. I’m extremely attentive and you’ll only need to tell me things once. I exist to make your life easier and I take pride in that.”
He gives a slight smile, “You’re talking as if you have the position.”
“In my personal experience, that’s the only way that you really get what you want. I know that I’m the best, and I know that you want the best and so we’re a perfect match.”
“That’s all that I need to hear today. Please take my card, and feel free to call Amanda if you have any questions. She’s my personal assistant. You’ll be hearing from her within the week to hear the news,” he says as he stands.
I stand and see that he’s tall and looks to be about 6’2”. I usually tower over men when I’m in my heels but he still has me by about 3 inches and that makes me feel…aroused. I get closer to him and inhale his clean scent as I shake his hand. His hand is huge and it completely swallows mines. He rubs his thumb over the flesh in between my pointer finger and thumb and the sensation goes straight to my panties.
“Thank you sir,” I say “I look forward to hearing from you,” and I turn and walk out of his office.
Sir? Did I really just call this man sir? He is not my father and I don’t call me sir unless they’re over the age of 60. But it just seemed to fit the moment and he is obviously accustomed to being called sir. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s a powerful man.
Now I just have to sit back and wait to see if I got the job. I walk out into the lobby and see the confident blonde sitting there. I try not to think self defeating thoughts because she looks perfect in this environment and I’m obviously out of place. I’m ready for something good to happen to me in my life. My life needs to change and I know that this job can change my life.
So screw Becky (that’s what I guess her name is), I need this job way more than she does.
I walk through the double doors with my head held high but I’m faking the funk. I don’t think I got the job.
#Chapter3
“I wonder how she’ll look with a collar around her neck” Kyle
**
I need a breather after Camille left my office.
I’ve always thought that black women were sexy but there aren’t many of them in my circle. The ones that I know are usually already married or they don’t date white men. I could go and actively seek them out but that’s always seemed to be really classless. But today, she sashayed into my office, and she has a body that’s meant for sin and the face of an angel.
I brought her in for an interview out of sheer curiosity because her resume was so bare but her cover letter spoke as if she had a ton of experience. I figured she would come in and sell me a bunch of bullshit but I was willing to take that chance. I’m looking for an additional personal assistant that can help me woo clientele and that can think quickly on her feet. I don’t need a drone; I need a sharp person that thinks for herself. Camille obviously fits the bill and I believe that she can back up every word that she said. My intuitions are hardly ever wrong.
It was an interesting interview. I had a bit of a tough time because her full lips were mesmerizing. I kept imagining my cock on the edge of her soft lips. When she licked her lips I almost lost it. I’m still hard just thinking about it. I want her, and there’s no denying that. I’m used to getting what I want and putting her over my knee so that I can spank that plump ass is exactly what I want. She has a sassy little mouth and so I’m sure she’ll deserve it.
Her clothes and shoes did her no justice. She’s a woman that belongs in the best and it’s obvious that she believes that too. Even though her clothes weren’t expensive she takes really good care of herself. Her hair was flawless, her nails were professional, and her makeup was very becoming. If I hire her I will have to give her the company card so that she can go shopping.
Who am I kidding? I’m going to hire her and hopefully I’ll have her in my bed soon. She should belong to me. I wonder how she’ll look with a collar around her neck, and tied to my bed. The thought gets me hard again and I realize that I’m going to have to do the next interview while sending behind my desk. I press the intercom button.
“Amanda, send the next one in.”
***
It’s been an incredibly long day and the interviews were the most draining. Sitting through the last 3 of the day, when I already knew that I wanted Camille was boring. I tried to not be short or rude with them. Their qualifications are impressive but they don’t have the bite or edge that I need. Looking great on paper is one thing but the intelligence to naturally navigate a conversation, to manipulate, and to get what you want is another.
It’s not that Camille seems like she lacks morals, but I can tell that she is woman who is accustomed to getting what she wants. She doesn’t take no for an answer and even when she’s outclassed, she doesn’t let it stop her.
That’s what I need.
A lot of the women that I’ve hired in the past are all the same. Beautiful, educated, and talented but they lack the fire that can only be ignited by pressure and life experience.
She will have all of my clients wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger.
Hopefully that won’t extend to me but I have to admit that if she asks for something, I’ll do my best to get it for her. Some women just have that effect on a man and usually I’m immune. I mean I’ve seen it; my mom has that kind of influence on my dad. One smile and he is putty in her hands. I’ve always thought that it was cute but it’s not something that I’ve desired for myself; at least not yet.
Getting my dad to hand over the company to me last year was no easy feat. His objections usually revolved around how young I am. He wasn’t sure if I could handle the position at only 32 years old. Now it’s a year later, and our offices are still expanding and thriving. I’ve been working my butt off since I was 15 to learn the ins and outs of the investment business. My father had a series of minor heart attacks when I was 30 and gave the entire family a scare, so my mom put her foot down and he handed the company over
to me.
I can see how this business would cause a man to have a heart attack. The only thing that keeps me sane is scotch and women. I tend to keep the both of them separate because when I’m enjoying a woman, I need to be in full control. When you’re flogging a woman you have to be in control of your faculties. I never want to make a mistake and injure her, beyond her personal limits.
As I straighten things up on my desk for the evening, Amanda walks into my office. She usually stays longer than she has to and I practically have to push her out the door. I would say that it’s because she loves her job but I know different. She’s interested in me, but she missed her chance. It’s the same chance that I plan on extending to Camille. I give my personal assistants the opportunity to not only work for me but to belong to me as well.
Mixing business with pleasure is something that I’ve done for quite some time and makes my life a lot more enjoyable. After all, business is often a pleasure to me as it is.
Having my submissive close to me at all times is something that’s important to me. Best stress relief ever. After a difficult meeting I can close my office door and bury myself deep into her pussy, or tie her to the chair and sensually torture her until she’s begging for release.
“Well, good evening Mr. Kane,” Amanda says coyly.
“Good evening Amanda, when do you plan on getting out of here. You know that I don’t pay overtime,” I say with a chuckle.
She grins, “I’m well aware of that, but you pay damn well. I just wanted to stick around and see if you’ve made a decision about who to hire. You’re the kind of man that instantly knows what he wants.”