I pushed the number 10 sign on the elevator and closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the interview. 

This matching tight brown pants and blazer with a white midriff underneath is killing me. This 5 inch Prada I'm wearing isn't helping either. 

I heard the elevator tick signaling that I was on the 10th floor. 

I opened my eyes. The first thing that I saw was the lighted sign that was hanging in the visitor's area: Studio 10B. 

I slid myself to the woman that stood behind the desk past all the people crammed in the area. Everyone seems like they're having a good time. 

There's people reading jokes to each other and some were just doing funny bits.

I think I even saw two people dressed as George Washington and Alexander Hamilton at one point. 

"Hi, I'm Jessica Ryan. I'm here for an interview." 

"Oh, please take a seat first. Mr. Holmes is uhh.. preoccupied at the moment." I don't know if it's just me or there is something implied in her sentence. 

The guys near us gave a silent snicker, the other one even walked towards us to give the lady a high five.

They seem to be good friends. I just raised my eyebrows, nodded and took a seat on one of their black couches. 

I really like the vibe of this place, not as formal and grand as the ground floor of the building, instead, the place looks comfy and feels a little bit homey. 

My thoughts wonder into what if  I get the job then quickly stopped myself. I shouldn't get my hopes up and this is my first try. 

"Miss Ryan." I heard the woman in the front desk call my name. "Your first interview will be conducted by one of our head writers - Mr. Bradey." 

I thought I was going to be interviewed by the host of the show. 

"Mr. Holmes is still busy with his current appointment. You'll meet with him later." She added, maybe my curiosity showed on my face. "Just go straight ahead, third door on the left." 

I'm now standing in front of the third door that is labeled as the writer's room. I knocked and opened the door; I'm pretty sure that what happened next will be the death of me. 

My tombstone will read: Here lies a daughter, a sister, a friend, and an idiot.

I put one foot forward first before the sight in front of me made me stop my tracks.

Two emerald green eyes were looking intently at me, two very familiar green eyes. 

He was out of his blue dress shirt and now was sporting a black long sleeve sweater, he was sat behind a desk full of papers and a laptop on his right side. 

I guess he was just as surprised as I was considering he stopped dead on whatever he was doing when I entered the room, not to mention he's wide-eyed and one of his eyebrows is raised.

He didn't take too long to recover though, he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. 

"Hello, cupcake." His eyes never leaving mine. "Aren't you going to sit down?"

He was now smiling, not his usual smile but something else. "Or are you going to just run off on me again?" His something else smile, is he mad? The way he said his last sentence made it seem like he's.. hurt? 

I'm still at halt on my tracks and I can't help but to put back my head a little, close my eyes and touch the bridge of my nose.

It feels like the universe is playing tricks on me again. 

Am I being punked? 

"You're voicing out your thoughts again, cupcake." He stood up and walked closer to me until he's standing in front of me. He looked at me, smiling. 

"What are you doing?" A voice finally came out of me.

He just smiled at leaned in closer and closer to my face until I can feel his breath on my lips. I close my eyes and just waited. Like the good girl that I am. Jesus.

I heard the thud of the door behind me. I slowly opened my eyes, one by one, and saw that his back is turned on me and he's walking towards his desk again.

"Just closing the door, cupcake. We have an interview to do." Even though his back is turned I just knew that he's smiling at what just happened, my face instantly turned red again. This was happening a lot with him. 

The clicking of my heels toward the seat in front of him seems to echo through out the room as the tension hanging in the air between us impossibly thickens. 

Of course, being the kind of woman that I am. I regained my composure as fast as I can given the situation. 

I walked seductively, never faltering with my eye contact with Will.

Emerald greens to baby blues, his eyes watching me, desire was evident in them; like wild fire on a tropical forest. 

Reaching the table, I held out my hand. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Jessica Ryan." I smiled.

He gave out a heart laugh but his eyes were telling me something else.

Nevertheless, he held out his hand as well, gripping mine with just the right amount of dominance and gentleness. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Ryan. William Bradey." 

Oh that stupid smile again. You know, the one that makes a girl's heart flutter but I'll never admit to it. 

We were sat down at our respective seats, I know only seconds have passed but it seems like eternity. Will was seated comfortably, leaning back in to his chair and staring at my resume. 

Finally, he tore his gaze away from the paper and said "Basketball team? Really? I never would've guessed." 

"I was rookie of the year and won 2 MVPs in a row." I gave him a sweet sweet smile. Too sweet to ever be real. "You like sports?" I added.

"No, I think it's a complete waste of time." He said, mirroring my smile. 

"Great, good thing I'm applying as a writer then huh?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood but if I could guess from his facial expressions he is not in the mood to joke around. 

"Why did you run away the other day?" 

I was caught off guard by his question. I just can't seem to find the answers and my voice seems lost somewhere in my throat. 

"I was making you my famous breakfast." I looked up at him. He was looking down and I think I saw a raw emotion from his eyes but it went away just as fast as it came up. 

"I thought I was here for an interview." I said trying to swerve the topic back. 

"Why can't you just answer the question? Did I do something wrong again?" 

Again? Now the guilt was just flowing through my cold, nervous body. "Listen, you did nothing wro-" 

knock, knock, knock

The door opened and I turned my head around; like it's what I was supposed to do, like there was a force behind me telling me to give whoever is behind me my full attention. 

The man was wearing all black - black dress shirt tucked in his black pants, and of course, black shoes.

He's so tall that I think his height is closer to 7 feet than 6 feet flat. 

I feel like the world was in slow motion when he walked towards me, he got closer and I saw his windows to other people's souls, they were light as honey. 

He must be the most dashing and terrifying man that I have ever seen. He has a light stubble and I can tell whatever meeting he had before this, it didn't go very well.

My daze was interrupted and the world went back to it's original pace when he passed me as though I didn't even exist. 

No hi, no smile, no introduction, no nothing. He did smell like blueberry pies though. He stood in front of Will like he was expecting something to happen. 

Will wasn't affected by it though, he just shook his head in disapproval but there seems to be a friendly manner to it. He let out a deep, long breath as though he's exasperated. 

Will stood up his chair and out of manners, I did the same. "Jess, this is Tommy."

The beautiful man glared at Will and he offered his hand. 

"Thomas.." Did I just hear the trumpets of Jerusalem outside? I swear that is the sexiest voice I have ever heard. It was rough and soothing. It was like a lullaby yet I bet it can awaken a whole village. "Thomas Holmes." 

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Damn, my writing sucks lmao. Please comment and vote guys, Thank you! <3

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