Gail read over her questions for the umpteenth time as she waited. She didn't want to fuck up her first interview, even if the woman she was interviewing was late and that pissed her off a bit, even if the woman was an MMA fighter and she knew nothing of sport of any kind, she needed it to go well. Not just for herself but to prove to her colleagues that she could do the job and do it well. But that all depended on if the goddamn woman ever showed. Gail checked the time again and growled a string of curses under her breath.
Just then the door opened and her head shot up, hoping beyond hope that it was the woman she was waiting for. An untamed mess of dark hair was the first thing she noticed, then as the woman grabbed her bearings Gail met her eyes and was graced with a wide, crooked smile. Before she could compose the slight thunder in her chest the gorgeous brunette made it to her table, all a sweet swing of hips and bright grin, her beautifully toned arms proudly on display in a sleeveless shirt.
"I am so sorry I'm late, my cat is a giant dick." The woman, something Stewart, apologized. Gail could see the sincerity written all over her face but it didn't quell the (now tiny) ball of rage in her belly. No matter how hot or alluring Stewart was late and made Gail wait.
So she nodded curtly and looked away, pretending to go into her notes and get everything set up for the interview. And sure a moment to collect herself wasn't far of the list either. Stewart pulled out her chair and promptly sat down. Gail could see in her preferal the brunette was a little flustered, she displayed a verity of the signs ranging from running a hand through her hair to the way the sat.
"I really am sorry." Stewart tried again, stronger, but her voice stayed soft which Gail wasn't used to.
She shrugged one shoulder and shifted in her seat. "Doesn't matter, you're here now."
A moment of strained silence strung out, making both uncomfortable and a little on edge. This wasn't what it was supposed to be like, Gail knew it was exactly what her co-workers were expecting of her, a tense interview was not a good article. She had to ice over what she'd done and get Stewart (she really needed to figure the woman's name) to get comfortable and open up.
"So, your cat's dick. What'd they do to deserve such a great title?" Gail's eyes flicked up to meet the most stunning brown eyes she'd ever seen. Her heart fluttered. She quickly picked up her coffee and took a long sip to distract herself while Stewart thought over her answer. Which seemed to be amusing as the question brought a warmth to her features.
"Well for starters if I don't feed him on time he knocks down everything on every surface until I do."
Gail nodded understandingly. "I can relate."
"You have an asshole cat too?" Stewart asked surprisingly delighted.
"God no." She leaned back in her seat. "I'm talking about myself, I can relate to your cat."
Stewart let out a laugh like no other she'd ever heard, and it definitely didn't scramble around her insides. "Do you also hide keys because someone stops playing with you?"
"No but other punishments are found." She winked. Because a little flirting couldn't hurt in her attempt to ease the mood. And it looked to be well received as tanned cheeks tinged pink and Stewart couldn't keep her stare.
"I'm sure they are." The brunette shot back easily enough to catch Gail off guard. She sent the blonde a crooked smirk then chinned to her phone, "I'm ready when you are."
Maybe her job, and this interview with this gorgeous badass, wasn't such a horrible thing after all.
A/N: I would like to thank each and everyone of you who have ever commented or read or both, I really appreciate it and it leaves me with all the warm fuzzy feels