Chapter 4
Riley
This place is huge, I think to myself as I push through the double doors and head to the third floor where I’ve been told all new interns are supposed to meet by 8:00 AM. I’m pushed into the elevator by a few guys not paying attention, and one backs so far into me I have to turn my head to the right, so I don’t throw up from the overwhelming smell of cologne he’s bathed in. Gross. Why do guys feel the need to put on that much cologne when just one squirt is all you need? Now I’m sitting here marinating in this horrible smell. I turn and my eyes meet a set of pretty green ones.
“What's wrong?,” she whispers, “you don’t like the smell of ‘I have a small dick but I’m gonna act like it’s big energy’ either?” I smirk back at her and we silently giggle for a minute. She tilts her head to the side and out of the corner of my eye I see a massive man leaning back against the elevator wall with his hands in his pockets.
He has what I would consider a glare in his eyes, but a smirk on his face and he’s staring right at this girl. She looks over at him and then back at me and rolls her eyes. Yanking me out by my arm when we get to the third floor, she proceeds to introduce herself.
“I am Charisma, but you can call me Kaz. Everyone else does. You must be one of the new interns?” She continues without letting me answer. “It’s so nice to get a woman interning here. I feel like every time they hire we end up with more and more men in the building and the testosterone is nauseating.”
“Yes, I’m Riley. How did you know this is the floor I need to be on?” I ask her.
“I read through the file silly. I'm in charge of HR and I’m one of the team members who hired you. We hired five interns and you were the only female that had a résumé worth pushing through. I made it get past the big men upstairs,” she smiles and continues. “You see, usually the only females in this building are assistants, Human Resources, and on the rare occasion IT. The amount of big dick energy that flows through this place is insane and I, for one, am all for a few females working our way up the ladder if I can make it happen.”
She talks nonstop, telling me the ins and outs of what I will be doing while I follow her from one place to the other, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. She’s beautiful, really petite but still with a little curve to her. Her hair’s a natural kind of ash blonde with a few bright highlights in it and she has the pretty green eyes that I’ve always wanted.
Not that I hate my looks or anything, but when I was younger, I always wished I had pretty color eyes. Instead my parents blessed me with dark brown eyes and a curvy form. Not overly curvy or anything, but definitely more than the average women in my town had. And in a small town like the one I grew up in, the skinnier the better. My poor mom ate salads all day and drank wine like it was going out of style.
We spend the morning talking through some of the nuances of my contract, timing and how I’ll be evaluated by the partners. Out of nowhere Kaz stops dead in her tracks and looks at her watch. “Oh shit, we better hurry or we’re gonna be late and your new boss does not like late .” I step into the elevator with her and look at the numbers. They are numbered all the way to twelve and the last floor has no number.
So my boss is on what would be considered floor thirteen. Unlucky thirteen. How fitting to have the top floor be the 13th floor. That realization, coupled with the fact that Kaz is starting to look like she’s going to hyperventilate in the elevator, fills me with a sense of dread.
Just before the elevator hits its top floor she turns to me with a sheepish look “Just a quick apology in advance, but I didn't really tell anyone up here that you were a female.”
The doors open and she beckons me to follow her without another word .
Who is my boss and why is Kaz all of a sudden looking like she’s going to throw up?