C5 In her dreams

Rowan

I was bored and wanted to be anywhere but the studio, interviewing a bunch of crazy fangirls.

Yeah, William said he wouldn't reveal who the employer was until I was ready to pick someone, but yet, it was Vee studio, they knew it was only the best of the best movie stars that would be holding interviews.

I would have easily had William handle the interview himself and pick the most qualified person, but he reminded me that I also selected my employees based on looks. Which was absolutely correct. I was stunning, I wanted only beautiful people around me. So, I had to select someone myself.

Ralph was waiting for me at the studio, so even though I didn't have to be there until William texted me that it was time to make a choice, I had to be at the studio early.

I got to the studio and was making my way to my luxury suite where Ralph was waiting, while I was on my phone texting my girlfriend, Raven.

I was just passing the main stage, pretty sure my path was clear when all of a sudden, a blonde girl fell out of nowhere, spilling water in my face.

To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was furious.

And then she just stared at me with those heated hazel eyes. She was pretty, I'll give her that. What her weird cheap clothes lacked, her face made up for it. What I especially liked about her was her full lips that looked inviting, asking for a kiss.

But who cared about her face? She was clearly empty In Between her ears.

Who spills water on someone — and might I add, someone's expensive clothes — but didn't bother to offer an apology.

It was until I asked for one that she pretended to be remorseful and searched for a handkerchief in her ridiculously big bag. Who even needs such a large bag? Unless they were transporting a house in it, it was unnecessary.

I walked away from her, pissed.

Does anyone like her as an assistant? She was sure to put whatever unfortunate person who hired her in trouble.

I didn't even want to know if she did well on the interview or if she had assisted a president before, she was not going to work for me.

I angrily walked into my luxury suite, Ralph was perched on one of the couches, a brunette babe under his arm, locking lips with him.

"Come on, man. I told you, no bitches allowed in here." I complained as I made my way to the bathroom, in search of a towel to dry myself.

By the time I returned, the brunette was gone.

"Sorry." Ralph said with a cocky grin. "I met her at the entrance. She said she was here for an interview, but then she refused to leave my side. You know how women love me."

I rolled my eyes, angrily drying my hair with the towel.

"What happened to you? Someone pulled a prank on you?" He asked.

"As if!" I spat. "It was a crazy psycho moron that spilled water on me."

"Ooh, I see. But what are you so riled up about? You should have put her in her place immediately."

I scoffed, going over to sit next to him. "What's the use? She's just a dumb bitch."

"Is she pretty though?"

I thought about it for a moment. She didn't have class, but she was pretty.

"Yeah. Kinda. She's probably poor."

Ralph got interested, giving me a sly smile.

"Then she's here for the interview too?"

"I doubt she's an actress, so that should be the right assumption."

"A pretty poor dumb psycho bitch. Damn! That's the rarest and most fantastic combination." He had his scheming smile on his lips. I knew he was plotting something in his head.

"It's about that time of the year I spent your money." He said. I knew what was coming already. "Let's make a bet. If you can fuck her before three months run out, I'll give you my yacht. If not, I will get your jet."

Typical Ralph. He'd been trying to get me to sell my private jet to him for over a year and half now. We had placed several bets already and I won them each time. This one was so easy, it made me laugh.

"Now you're just being desperate, man." I said. "You know I can get a girl like her with a snap of my fingers."

Now it was his turn to laugh, for no reason I could see.

"I think you miss the point. If they're pretty and dumb, easy pussy. If they're poor and dumb, it's still easy. Not when they are psycho, poor and pretty. I don't even need to meet her to know she's the real deal, your mood alone is enough proof."

Huh?

"You're saying she'd play hard to get?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I'm saying she would be very hard to get. I can bet you a hundred grand right now that she hates you already. She probably won't even want to work for you."

I chuckled. "You're kidding. I'm Rowan Ace, anyone would be thrilled to be in the same room as me."

"Not our PPP, pretty poor psycho."

Nah, he had to be bluffing, wanted me to think it was hard. Well, I knew I had that in the bag already. Plus, his yacht was worth over six million dollars. I get to prove that I could fuck anyone I wanted and at the same time own his sweet yacht.

"I'm in." I said and we shook on it.

I spent a little more time with him before William texted me, letting me know it was time.

I didn't even need to give her the job to get some alone time with her, I just had to take her out, throw a few loose change in her face and she'd be spreading those legs wide open.

I got to the interview room and waited until William introduced me. The women were already going wild before I could step into the waiting room.

I scanned the room with my eyes, psycho was nowhere in sight. I frowned, thinking she already left. But then one random bimbo moved out of the way and I saw her, staring down at her shoes awkwardly. She was clearly shy.

Yup! I got this.