Megan’s point of view.
*SIN**
My brows furrowed in a tight frown as his eyes continued trailing every inch of my body, I’m wondering why he’s accessing me like this without saying nothing.
It’s been almost twenty minutes since I stepped into his office, and it’s been a total silence right after I introduced myself and stated the reason I was here.
Will you say something buddy?! -I screamed mentally.
As though he read my mind, he cleared his throat to break the skin slicing silence surrounding us.
“You said you’re Megan, right?” he finally asked.
“Yes, Megan Alessandro, sir” I answered.
He coughed awkwardly and frowned in displeasure, as though he’s disgusted at the way I had addressed him.
“Call me Jonathan, please” he said which I frowned at.
“Jonathan?”
He nodded.
Jonathan? Does all his employees call him that? Is that even appropriate?
“Sir or Mr McCall makes me feel old, I’m still very young and active.. if you know what I mean” then he chuckled lightly at the end of his words, then winked at me.
Really?!
I was mentally gawking at him by now, like which boss ever permits their employees to address him by his first name?
Wait, isn’t he supposed to be the CEO of sin?
Why is he interviewing me by himself?
Don’t tell me I’m about getting myself a creepy and perverted boss.
“So, you’re here to be one of our dancers?” he asked.
“Yes, si…” I trailed off when he narrowed his eyes warning. “.. Jonathan” I corrected myself quickly.
He nodded, then leaned back on his chair and his eyes accessed my body once more, then he shook his head in disagreement, or maybe disapproval.
“What’s wrong, sir?”
“Again with the sir” he gritted out.
I rolled my eyeballs at his words, like seriously, I’m gonna have a hard time getting used to addressing him by his first name.
“What’s wrong, Jonathan?” I asked again.
“I’m sorry, honey, there’s…”
“Megan” I cut in.
“Sorry, what?”
“My name’s Megan, not Honey” I corrected him.
He stared at me for a short moment.
“What are you implying?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Nothing, I just don’t like being addressed with someone else’s name” I said.
I know he wasn’t addressing me with someone else’s name, but I just wanted to put him in an awkward situation, like he did to me by telling me.. no, by forcing me to address him by his first name.
There’s no way I’m getting a job here, hence I’m gonna frustrate him.
“You’re quite an interesting character” he said with an amused smirk.
Amused?!
What on earth is amusing him?! He’s supposed to be angry and all red, and be chasing me out of his office by now.
Why’s he does he seemed amused instead?
“You know, I didn’t wanna give you the job because your shape would put my other dancers at a disadvantage” he paused and accessed me some more. “You’ve got an amazing shaping and an interesting character, so I think I’m gonna consider giving you the job”
“What?!” I exclaimed loudly.
His eyes narrowed even more at my reaction, then he raised an eyebrow and looked me directly in my eyes.
“You came for an interview for a job, and you finally got it, shouldn’t you be over the moon?”
I blinked my eyes as I stared speechlessly at him.
Ok, am I supposed to be happy? Or what?
He’s been ogling over my body, could it be he’s giving me this job because he’s got an ulterior motive?
“Hey, Megan!” he snapped his fingers. “Why are you frowning at me as though you wanna fight me? You aren’t beating me to pulp in your head, are you?” he asked.
I subconsciously touched my forehead and realized he’s right, I cleared my throat and quickly wiped the frown off my face.
“I didn’t know my smart mouth would get me the job” I grumbled under my breath, but unfortunately for me, he heard me.
He got up from his chair, rounded the table and stopped beside me.
He leaned down, held my chin and raised my head up slightly, then looked into my eyes for a moment, with a sly smirk playing on his face.
“I didn’t say you’ve got the job”
Huh?
His smirk widened as he saw my expression.
“I only said I’d consider giving you the job, but that consideration depends on your ability” he said.
“Huh?” I couldn’t help but voice out my confusion.
He pulled away from me and walked back to his chair.
“All my dancers got an amazing ability, their moves can give their viewers hard on” he looked me directly in the eyes. “Can your moves do that?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, don’t tell me he’s gonna challenge me right now, if there’s one thing I hate most that would be being challenged!
“Dance for me” he said.
“Dance for you?” I raised my brows.
“No, let me rephrase my words, turn me on with your moves”
I stayed still and silent, which gave him the impression that I’m not confident in myself, so he shrugged nonchalantly as he leaned back on his chair.
“You can just leave if…”
“I will dance” I cut him off.
“Oh?” he cleared his throat. “You know, I don’t wanna force you into doing anything here, you’ve got the shape and all, but there’s this innocent vibes oozing off you and I feel like this place isn’t your kind of scene”
He paused and locked gaze with me for a while.
“This place is meant for sinners, I don’t wanna taint your innocent soul or… ”
“I’m not innocent” I cut him off again.
His mouth remained slightly open as he stared at me with an extremely surprised expression.
“I know what this place is before I came the interview, and working here doesn’t mean my innocence is tainted or whatsoever”
“But…”
“I’ll show you how capable I am”
That being said, I quickly let down my hair that was tied up in a ponytail, and did the snap, then walked straight to him and pushed him back on his chair.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a surprised and confused frown.
“Shhhh” I placed a finger on his lips.
I looked directly in his eyes, then began loosing his buttons slowly until his chest was exposed, then I massaged his chest as gently as ever -pinching his nipples slightly and teasingly along the way.
“Fuçk” he hissed quietly.
His fists were balled tightly as though he’s trying to fight or hide the pleasure that’s creeping from within him.
“This ain’t dancing” he forced out as his breath was slowly ragging.
“There are different types of dance, and this is mine, exclusively designed for you” that being said, I trailed my hands down to his waist and grabbed his belt.
I hurriedly unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down and shoved my right hand inside his boxer briefs and grabbed his dîck.
He shivered under my hold, which made me smirk pridefully at the effect I had on him.
“Let’s show you how much of a badàss I am!” I whispered in his ear, in a very low and seductive tone.