Amelie's POV
Samuel showed me to the ladies' room, and I pushed open the door.
I let out a huge squeal. I FUCKING GOT THE JOB! I must be dreaming. Please, no one, wake me up. I can't believe it. I walked over to the mirror and gazed at it. You, Amelie Jane Cavanaugh, you fucking rock! I pointed at myself in the mirror.
I can't believe I can help my brother with his surgery. I still had a long way to go, but this was a start in the right direction.
I quickly adjusted my ponytail, smoothed my clothes, and left the bathroom. Samuel was standing there waiting.
"Well, Amelie. Welcome to the team. I can't wait to work with you," Samuel beamed, "Now, let's get to dinner and finish this paperwork."
He directed me back towards the offices.
As we walked towards the offices, Samuel spoke, "Relax, Amelie, you look a little tense."
"It's a little unnerving to be here. I've dreamed of working for a company like this since I was a kid. While the other little girls played wedding dress up, I was carrying around my dad's old briefcase, giving other kids financial advice," I laughed.
Samuel laughed hard, "So I guess you're a self-proclaimed nerd like me. I think we'll get along well."
I let out a big smile and giggled softly.
As we approached Samira's desk, I saw Dr. Michaels standing there. How can one man be so attractive? He was a walking dream. He saw us approach and flashed a smile. I felt a tightening in my stomach. Were those butterflies? No, it can't be. One flash of his dimpled smile did that? Oh boy, I'm in trouble.
"Are you ready to go, Amelie?" Dr. Michaels asked.
"Yes. Ummmm, are you joining us? I.. I... Thought it would just be Samuel," I stuttered.
"Contrary to popular belief, I am human and need to eat," he smiled. Oh god, that smile. My stomach clenched again. "The car is waiting downstairs, so let's go."
I nodded, and he touched my back to guide me towards the elevator. His touch scorched my skin through my blouse. How is that possible? I felt a wetness pool between my legs. Why does his touch feel like this, and why is it affecting me so much?
Nathan POV
I touched Amelie's back to guide her to the elevator. The heat under my hand was so intense. My dick twitched again in my pants. Down boy. I can't ride to the restaurant with a raging hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts. Oatmeal...taxes...lawnmowers. This is not working. I removed my hand and ran it through my hair.
We took the elevator down to the parking garage. I didn't need any stray paparazzi taking pictures of Amelie and me, at least not yet.
Marcus was waiting with the car just outside the elevators. I ushered Amelie into the car and closed her door. I rounded the car and got in. Samuel joined Marcus up front.
"So, Amelie, after dinner, I will bring you back so you can grab your car," I advised.
"I don't have a car. I had a friend drop me off for the interview," she said. "I can take the subway home."
"Oh, we can't have that. We will drop you off at home then. I take the safety of my employees very seriously," I remarked. I already knew she didn't have a car. I practically knew everything about her. After Samuel had conducted the initial reconnaissance, I hired a private investigator to complete the task. It was overboard, but I needed to know everything about her. I was obsessed.
"So, do you like Indian food?" I asked her. I already knew the answer.
"Absolutely! It's my favorite!" she excitedly said.
We pulled up to the restaurant about 10 minutes later. Marcus stepped out and opened the door for Amelie, helping her out. I hung back so I could get a view of her luscious ass as she exited the car. I feel like such a creeper, but I can't help myself. I want to learn every curve of her body.
We enter the restaurant, and the maître d greets us immediately, "Dr. Michaels, so nice to see you again!"
"Ravinder, always a pleasure," I shake his hand.
"Right this way, sir. I have your regular table ready."
We head to the back of the restaurant to a private room. As always, the table is elegantly set, and Ravinder pulls out a chair for Amelie to sit. She nods at him and whispers a sweet "Thank you." The blush on her cheeks is hitting me directly in the stomach.
"What's your favorite Indian dish, Amelie?" Samuel asks.
"There is so much to choose from, but I like the simple dish of Aloo Gobi," she says, and her eyes tear up, "Our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Dunichand, used to make it when I was 6 or 7. I used to sit in her kitchen and watch her cook. I called her Mausi, which means auntie. I miss her so much. I didn't get to see her after my parents..." She faded off.
I could see the hurt in her eyes, and I wanted to reach over and take her in my arms. To hug every last ounce of sadness out of her. I didn't want her to feel sorrow or pain.
"Amelie, it's ok," I said, squeezing her hand. Electric pulses traveled up my arm.
Amelie POV
When Dr. Michaels took my hand, I felt tingles up my arm. I looked up at him and smiled. He parted his lips, and I wanted to reach over and rub my thumb over his bottom lip. We held each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity.
Samuel interrupted our staring contest, "So let's order, and then we can get down to business."
Dr. Michaels pulled his hand back, and we both looked at the menu. We all decided to share dishes, and Samuel selected a few and ordered them.
"So, Amelie, the student position is for four weeks and will revolve around your school schedule. We don't want it to interrupt your studies. We do request that you do at least 15 hours a week. You can break it up however you want," Samuel advised.
"I have shorter days on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. So, I could work from 1 – 6 pm on those days if that works."
"That would be perfect," Samuel smiled.
"I do have final exams the first 2 weeks of December, though," I mention.
"We can have you work a couple of weeks right away and then the other 2 weeks in January," Nathan suggests. "We can be very flexible with your schedule."
We reviewed the paperwork and finished most of it before our dinner arrived.
The food arrived, and we all dug into the deliciousness of it.
Nathan POV
I watched Amelie and Samuel review the paperwork and discuss the position details. I was completely silent, listening to the sound of her voice. I could sit and watch her all day. The way she tilts her head when she has a question, the way she giggles, and the brightness of her eyes when she's happy. How is someone so perfect sitting across the table from me? I need to up my game and make her mine.
The servers brought out our food. We started eating, and Amelie took a bite of the Aloo Gobi, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. FUCK! Don't do that, Amelie. I rearranged my cock in my pants. I imagined myself bending her over this table and taking her from behind. Focus, you pervert!
"I think this is the best Indian food I've ever had, Dr. Michaels," Amelie swooned.
"I'm glad you like it, Amelie," I smirked at her, "but please call me Nathan."
"Ok, Nathan," she smiled broadly.
We finished our meal and enjoyed Chai tea while reviewing the last documents.
"Well, Amelie, welcome to Michaels Investment Group!" Samuel beamed as he reached out to shake her hand. "When you come in on Monday, we'll get your banking details so we can transfer the $10,000 prize."
"I look forward to it!" she extended her hand to Samuel.