Nathan's POV
I watched the camera focus on the waiting room after Samira had messaged me that all the candidates were present. Oh my, Amelie, how have you gotten even more beautiful? She was wearing a pencil skirt with a subtle slit up her left thigh, and when she crossed her legs, my dick went hard at the sight of the flesh of her thigh. Her white blouse was fitted in all the right places, and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing the creamy skin on her neck. Fuck! I wanted to march right out there and tell the other candidates to fuck off. Frank had then collected them and taken them into the small conference room. I switched the monitor to the conference room and watched the interview. No one could hold a candle to Amelie. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she also spoke eloquently and confidently with every answer she gave. She was indeed the complete package.
When the candidates returned to the waiting room, I noticed that one of the male candidates sat beside her. He started talking to her. She kept her answers short and leaned back in her chair to distance herself. He leaned in closer to her, a smug look on his face. What was that fucker trying to do? I messaged Samuel, "Whoever the fucker is next to Amelie, get rid of him."
Samuel responded, "Done."
Amelie POV
The candidates were taken in one at a time. I was the last person in the waiting room. Kill me now! I feel like I'm going to throw up. I glance down at my watch. It was already 5:30 pm. I should have eaten before I came. All I need is for my stomach to growl in the interview. Who was I kidding? I couldn't eat before, and I was too nervous.
"Ms. Cavanaugh," Samira smiles, "Your turn, dear."
I stood up and headed to her desk. There, I was greeted by a tall, blonde-haired man. This must be Samuel Danes, I thought to myself. The girls in the elevators were right; he was incredibly handsome. He looked like a California surfer dude meets Wall Street: chiseled features and the most striking blue eyes I've ever seen.
"Ms. Cavanaugh," he reached out his hand, "I'm Samuel Danes. Please call me Samuel."
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr.…. I mean, Samuel," I shook his hand.
"Please follow me," Samuel motioned, but it was not towards his office. Instead, he motioned behind Samira. What is going on? I followed him and let out a little gasp when I saw the nameplate on the door. DR. NATHAN MICHAELS. Shit, shit, shit, and double shit. Why was I interviewing here? I started to hyperventilate. Calm down, Amelie…. breathe. You can do this.
Nathan's POV
Samuel opened the door and ushered Amelie through. How can anyone be that beautiful? She looked like an angel, just as she had on the first day I saw her. It took everything in my power not to reach out and grab her.
"Amelie, this is Dr. Michaels," Samuel stated.
Amelie narrowed her eyes, and a flash of recognition went off in her head, "It's you!" she murmured.
I chuckled, "Yes, I wondered if you would recognize me without bouncing off me."
She let out a laugh. It was the sexiest damn laugh I had ever heard.
"Oh, you too have met?" Samuel queried.
"Well," Amelie laughed, "Yes, we've run into each other…literally."
Hmmmm…. she's witty too. Score another point for Amelie.
I reach out my hand to shake hers; I feel an electric sensation travel up my arm. She pulled her hand back with a puzzled look on her face. Did she feel it, too?
"Please take a seat," I motioned over to the table and chairs in the corner of the office. I pull out a chair for her, and she whispers, "Thank you." I pause a little to inhale her scent. I close my eyes to get the full impact. She smells delicious, like lilies and a rain shower. Samuel clears his throat and snaps me out of my trance.
"So, Amelie, tell me a little about yourself," I asked.
"I'm 20 years old, a Business major/Economics minor at Columbia University. I'm on a full scholarship, of which I'm particularly proud. I think Michaels Investment Group would be a perfect fit for me."
"Tell me, Amelie. Who were you visiting at the hospital the other day?" I inquired.
She looked taken aback. "Ummmm, I was visiting my brother," she whispered.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said softly, "I hope he's doing ok."
She paused, looking deep in thought. Was she going to cry? Please don't cry.
"Amelie, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to," I reassured her.
She looked up at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. They were bright and big, the color of silken milk chocolate with golden flecks scattered here and there.
"We just found out my brother has a heart condition that requires surgery. We are trying to work out a plan of attack since we don't have insurance." She said, dropping her eyes to her hands.
"Oh, Amelie, I'm sorry to hear about that. That puts your parents in a terrible position," I sympathized.
"We don't have parents. They both passed when I was 8 years old," she whispered.
"That must have been very difficult for you and your brother," I say, trying to pretend this is the first time I've heard this information.
"Yes, but I'm determined to succeed and make a better life for Zander and myself," Amelie says proudly.
"Well, I'm sure the $10,000 for your new position will help, right?" I respond.
She raised her head and blinked at me. "My what?" she looked perplexed. Then it clicked. Her big, brown doe eyes widen. "I got the position?"
"Yes, Amelie. Welcome to Michaels Investment Group."
I stood up and reached out my hand to her. She stood up and surprised me by wrapping her arms around me and hugging me. God damn, Amelie, your body against mine is driving me crazy. I could feel my dick twitch in my pants. I cleared my throat to catch her attention.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Dr. Michaels!" she gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth. She blushed to a beautiful shade of pink.
"That's ok, I like your enthusiasm," I laughed.
Samuel, who had been silently sitting there through the entire process, spoke, "So, Amelie, if you can, I would like to take you to dinner so we can go through the details of your position. We can go over the details and have you sign the paperwork."
"Oh yes, I can do that," she nodded, "Can I use the facilities to freshen up?"
"Certainly," Samuel replied, "Let me take you there."
He ushered her out of my office and down the hall.
"Amelie," I breathed, "Soon, my Amelie."