A/N: This is a fanfic. Vampire Academy and it's character belong to Richelle Mead. I own nothing. This is my first story so please review it. The story will pick up pace and get very sexual. If there are no interests I will stop.
The early morning sun was shining as I ran quickly through the lobby of a multi-billion dollar building. I was late for a job interview at Belikov Enterprises. I had worked my ass off to get an interview at this place and by the looks of it I had ruined it before I even arrived.
"Hold the elevator!" I called, waving my arms about like a crazy person.
An arm stuck out preventing the doors from closing.
Once I was safely inside the shiny stainless steel elevator. I straightened my tight, high wasted skirt and white blouse, paying no attention to the man that held the doors open for me.
"You look fine." The stranger said.
"Here's hoping the boss is desperate and not gay." I added, unbuttoning the top of my blouse.
Using my body to get what I want isn't something that I am against. The stranger chuckled, it was such an alluring sound, so alluring that it demanded my immediate attention. My eyes landed on the stranger and my breath hitched in my throat. He was so handsome and he was tall, very tall, at least six foot five. He had shoulder-length brown hair, tied back in a short ponytail and dark brown eyes that popped so perfectly against his black business suit. I sighed, if I wasn't in such a hurry I would've asked him for his number or at least flirt for a little bit longer. Unfortunately his hotness was irrelevant right now, my mind needed to be one hundred precent on this interview.
I glanced over to the wall the elevator was already going to the floor three-zero-nine. Maybe the man in the elevator was my competition. A shame really, I can't imagine I'll have a shot with him once I steal the job out from underneath him.
"Hair up or down?" I asked the sexy stranger.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and watched me, his eyes were alight with humour, as if I had made a joke.
"Down is perfect." He growled, seductively.
Ding. The elevator door opened.
"Thank you for your time."
"The pleasure is all mine."
He stepped out with me and we went to separate sides of the spacious, elegant office. I sat down on the visitors lounge not sparing another glance in the man-form-the-elevators direction.
"Miss Hathaway?" The pretty, dark skinned assistant called.
Yes! My subconscious yelled. Just in time.
My heels clicked along the marble floor as the assistant gestured to the direction of the boss's office. I came to a stop before it, straightening my skirt and opening my blouse a little.
Okay, smile, be polite and be confident. Lissa's voice rang throughout my mind as I recalled the words she said to me before I left the apartment.
My hand touched the cool steel of the doorknob and the door opened before me. Shit.
"You must be Miss Hathaway." Said the stranger from the elevator, eyeing me hungrily.
"Y-you're Mr Belikov?"
"Please, call me Dimitri."
Oh fuck.