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“It’s not that.” He looked down at the table briefly as I set his resume to the side.

Those red cheeks of his were driving me wild with completely inappropriate thoughts. I thought about him lowering to his knees to suck my cock with those perfectly full lips. I’d control his speed by weaving my hands through his hair and either pushing or pulling him toward or away from sliding those lips all the way down my shaft. I’d calm those nervous eyes of his.

“I didn’t have a resume prepared, and when I found the job listing, I scrambled to make one.”

Without glancing at his resume and just based on what he’s said to me in the past few minutes, I knew he was young enough to have not worked much anywhere. I’d get to that, but right now I wondered if those lips of his have slid down a man’s cock before?

“Everyone starts somewhere,” I said as I leaned back in my chair.

He was easy to look at. He nodded in agreement with what I had said, making it clear that I recognized and acknowledged his lack of employment experience. A smile spread across Cash’s face, and I fantasized about being the reason for his smile after tugging on his hair.

Through the glass windows that showed the hallway, I saw Joel walking toward the conference room. He knocked twice before opening the door and stepping inside. As he gently closed the door, I stood and glanced at Cash. Joel had that fiery look in his eye, similar to what I’d seen before, only this was far more intense.

“Cash, this is Joel Stafford, the other owner of Equinox.”

Cash slowly stood as Joel approached the table and extended his hand toward him. As they shook hands, I noticed how red Cash’s cheeks were.

“We were just getting started, so you’re just in time,” I explained as we all sat down. I looked at Joel, but his attention was only on Cash.

Joel smiled and replied with, “Fantastic. I prefer being on time.”

What the fuck was going on? I looked down at the resume in front of me and jumped to the work experience section. Was I missing something? He had no experience in hotel management. I handed the resume to Joel, but Joel simply set it down on the table. I don’t think he even bothered to look at it.

“Tell us about yourself, Cash,” I said as my elbows rested on the leather armrests.

“Sure, my full name is Cashman Montgomery Jameson the fifth. I’m twenty-four years old. I have two older brothers and an older sister. I attended UCLA and earned a degree in economics. I started law school at UCLA and finished my first year there this past May.”

Good, he’s not a box of rocks.

“Are you studying to go into the law or criminal justice field?” I asked.

He shook his head and looked down at the table for a brief moment. “No, sir. Law school isn’t for me.”

All I heard was the title “sir.” Nothing after that word registered in my head. I didn’t bother looking at Joel. I knew he heard that word loud and clear and was allowing it to run like wildfire through his mind, just as I was. I was sure his use of that word was meant out of respect, but I liked to think he used it for another reason. The mere thought of him using it in a submissive role caused my dick to harden.

I tried to drag my attention out of the bedroom, or a private cabana, and was able to muster up a respectable comment. “I imagine attending college didn’t leave you with a lot of spare time for work.”

Cash shook his head, and I was pretty sure I saw doubt flash in his eyes. He probably knew he wasn’t right for the job. I pulled his resume back over and found the single job he’d worked.

“What did you do when you worked at Jameson Law Office of Indianapolis? Is that family owned?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. My grandfather started the firm, and practically my entire family works there. I worked there during the summers since I was eighteen, and did small office jobs like filing things and pulling files and creating basic contact sheets for the clients.”

“Have you ever had a customer complaining to you about something? Or have you had to resolve an issue for a customer?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, sir.”

“What was the toughest part of your job at the law office?” I asked. Cash’s eyes moved from side to side while he was thinking. “Or what did you like the least?” I added.

“The toughest part was dealing with my family.”

Interesting.

“This job requires a lot of customer facing attention. You’d be fielding customer requests and sometimes complaints. We havea lot of candidates with experience in the field or with hotel administration degrees,” I said as gently as possible.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Up to this point Joel had been quiet, but suddenly asked a question of sorts. And it was an odd one at that. It was more of a directive than a question, and one that I’d never heard him ask a job candidate.