My Dad's Rival

“It’s yours,” I growl. “I know potential when I see it, Lucy. I knew when you walked into the room that you were…perfect.” Little does she know that I’m not talking about the job right now.

A small smile twitches on Lucy’s lips. “Is that business instinct talking?”

“I guess so,” I say coyly.

I still can’t tear my eyes away from her. “There’s something about you…I get the feeling you’ve got drive. The way you walked in here, back straight, eyes focussed, that’s the attitude I like in a company employee. And you seem like you’re perfect for the position. I’d be a fool to let you go.”

I see a faint blush appear on her cheeks and wonder whether she’s feeling the same way

I am. Does she realize the effect she’s having on me? Does she want to have that effect on me? I hope so. Because now that she’s here, now that she’s locked into this job, I’ll get my shot with her.

If she feels the same, then I will make her mine forever.

It’s a lot to process in just a few minutes. I’ve gone from thinking I’ll never find the woman of my dreams to having her sitting right in front of me, ripe for the taking. Instantly I want things that no man should want from a stranger. I want her body in every position possible, the promise of a future with her. To have children with her. It’s not like me to be this irrational.

But this feeling defies logic.

We want who we want, and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. It doesn’t matter that I barely know a thing about her. All that matters is the way my primal instincts kicked in when she walked into the room. The animal inside me knows exactly what I need. The moment she walked into this office, my life changed for good, and I can’t ignore all of the signs.

I have to have her.

“Tell me, Lucy,” I practically purr. “What made you come here today? It seems like it was meant to be, right?”

For a moment, I think I see hesitation cross her face. Like she wants to say something, but she can’t. Her face turns pale for a second.

“I guess so,” she says, quieter this time. She’s less sure of herself now for some reason. “Well, my…my family encouraged me to interview. I just finished college and I’m looking for my next challenge. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. I know your company inside and out, Mr. Callaghan. I promise you, I can do a better job than any of the other candidates who wanted to interview today.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I say. I’m obsessed with this woman already. I can’t stop thinking about the way she walked into the room with such confidence. I like that in a woman. And the fact that she has ambitions in business is just another bonus. We’re clearly passionate about the same things, and that’s attractive to me. I’m already picturing the long conversations we’ll have, the time we’ll spend together. She might only be an intern, but I can use that as an excuse to spend more time with her. I can always say that I’m training her, because the truth is, I see a lot of potential in her. Both as my lover and as an employee here.

“Is there anything you’re hoping to get out of working here, Lucy?” I watch as her eyes drift over my body like she’s checking me out without even realizing it. It makes me grin internally. Maybe being with her isn’t such a long shot.

“I want to learn everything there is to know,” she says after a moment of hesitation. “And…well, I guess I would like to work closely with you, Mr. Callaghan. I…I could learn a lot from you.”

I can feel my cock throb with desire. Why does it feel like there’s innuendo laced within everything we say to one another? Implications of something more that I don’t want to ignore…if she’s got sex on the brain, then at least we have that in common. I’ve had interns with similar thoughts before. It wouldn’t be the first time one of them has taken an interest in me. But in this case, I want it too.

I want her.

“I’m willing to teach you the ropes,” I tell her, looking her up and down. It’s incredible how easy it is to disguise my true intentions by talking about work. When what I’m really thinking of is her spread out on my bed, her pussy wet and waiting for me to fuck her hard. She doesn’t look like the submissive type, and yet, I know she’d submit to me. I know she’d give her body over to me entirely. And the thought is so hot that I have to stop myself from leaping across the table.