Not Sorry

I blink several times, confused because he’s not even really giving me the time of day. But it does make it easier for me to answer him. When he’s not looking directly at me, it somehow makes it less intimidating.

“I’m loyal. I think that the most important trait when it comes to being a manager is someone who puts the company first. Someone who cares so deeply about the company that they are willing to give up a part of themselves. They are willing to make sacrifices in order to do more for the team. In real estate, I think it can sometimes get extremely competitive, and I think there needs to be a fair amount of competition in order for individual realtors to do a good job. But we also work for one company, and I think the manager of that company should be one who can inspire and support the team as well as help foster a healthy level of competition.”

“And what weaknesses do you have, and how do you plan on overcoming them in this job?” Sean asks, still not looking up from his computer. He clicks on something with his mouse, not paying attention to me.

“You. You’re my biggest weakness. Every time your hot-ass body comes in the office, I lose my mind. I can’t think about anything else other than you. I struggle to get my work done because all I can do is think about you and how big your cock must be beneath your slacks. And how do I plan to overcome it? By getting you to fuck me a lot,” I say because I realize it doesn’t really matter what I say. He’s not paying any attention to me.

I wait for his next pointless question, but he doesn’t ask a question right away, like he did previously. Instead, he slowly closes the laptop sitting in front of him and looks up at me. His eyes travel from mine to my breasts. I glance down and find that I’m exposing a little more of my cleavage than I was planning on.

“What are you doing?” he asks as his eyes travel back up to mine, not bothering to hide the lust that is there after getting a taste of my body.

I fold my arms across my chest. “You aren’t taking this interview seriously, so why should I?”

“Maybe because you’re the one being interviewed,” he says as he leans back in his chair. He cocks his head to the side as he looks at me with an expression I can’t read.

“I’ll just let myself out and get back to work. Do you want me to let Floyd know that he got the job?” I ask as I stand up.

“Sit down, Olive,” Sean commands, like I’m a dog.

“No. I’m tired of being humiliated. I’m sorry if you expect me to quit now, but I’m not. I’m good at this job, and I would have been good at the manager job as well if you had given me a chance. But I promised Jamie that I would stay here as her assistant and keep an eye on you while she was gone. And I’m a woman of my word. So, I’ll stay here and report back to her until she returns. Then, I’ll find a new job.”

I start walking to the door when Sean jumps up, and just as I begin to open it, he slams it shut. I jump back, startled.

“Sit back down, Olive.”

Whatever confidence I had a moment ago vanishes when he growls at me that way. The look he is giving me is more than enough to make my panties wet. And I don’t even like this man. But the way he’s looking at me now is enough to make me forget about all of that.

We cautiously sit back down as we stare intensely at each other.

“What makes you think I’m giving the job to Floyd?”

“Aren’t you?” I ask.

“I was, but then you came in here and did that.”

My eyes widen. “I don’t understand. I just said some ridiculous crap about finding you attractive, and you’re going to give me the job because of that?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’m not giving you the job.”

“Oh.”

“But I am giving you a chance to learn to become a manager. I’ll put you through a training program of sorts, and if you pass, then you’ll get the job.”

“What kind of training program?”

Sean leans forward on his desk as a slow grin spreads on his face. “The kind that’s going to test your limits. The kind that will prove to me who the real you is—that confident woman you were just a few minutes ago or the shy, pathetic woman I met the other day. Either way, you’re probably going to hate me after this is all over. And there’s no way I think you’re going to follow through with the program to the end in order to get the job.” Sean pauses as he leans back, smiling. “But then again, I’ve been wrong before.”

My mouth drops open in complete shock. I have no idea what Sean is talking about. All I know is that he’s giving me a chance to be manager if I complete whatever silly training he has planned. And I’ll do anything to make this work.

“Well, I already hate you, so what difference does it make?”

“Is that a yes?” he asks.

“Sorry. Yes, that’s a yes.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to hear sorry drop from your lips again. That’s your first lesson. No more saying I’m sorry or apologizing of any sort. Managers don’t apologize for the decisions they make. They stand behind them. And, if I hear anything like it again, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

I bite my lip as he says the word punished. Because all I can think about are naughty things involving spankings and whips. But I know that’s not what he means. It’s just my dirty mind playing tricks on me.