Free Conflicted (Secrets and Lies) by M. M. Koenig

with her. We went down a long hallway ending in a huge office. She opened the door but left me to announce my arrival.
    "Mr. Fitzgerald?" I asked tentatively.
    The man nodded and pointed to the seat in front of him. He didn't seem like he wanted to be giving this interview and hid no signs of showing it. I scurried from the door to sit down.
    "Ms. Ryan, I presume," he said, keeping his head down.
    He was definitely on the agitated side. His deep voice was terse.
    "Yes, Mia Ryan. Thank you for your time today."
    When he looked up, it stunned me. His eyes ran along my body causing his expression to change somewhat. His scowl gradually transformed to a timid smile. His eyes didn't leave mine as his brows wrinkled as if he was trying to piece something together. I didn't have much brain space to think about what was going through his mind. I was too busy attempting to contain my own impure thoughts as my body reacted in ways I'd never experienced on a first encounter with someone. My body flamed to attention as I soaked him in. Heat rushed to my cheeks while my heart started hammering loudly in my chest. I had never felt anything this strong. It was potent.
    Sweet Baby Jesus! He is beyond gorgeous!
    He gave God like and beautiful a whole new definition. The man sitting across from me rendered me speechless. His detailed body alone would be enough to reduce artists and photographers to sobs as they prayed to the heavens for such an attractive creature to be amongst them. His prior irritation seemed to be gone as he sat up in his chair throwing every inch of his body within my eyesight to devour. He raked his eyes over me every so often bringing them back into my direct eye line to linger with an inquisitive stare. Tingling sensations trekked in waves at an amplified degree throughout me. It made the draw to him more intense.
    The things his appearance is doing to me right now should be illegal.
    "We interview with the best and your resume is flawless so it should be me thanking you for your time today," he replied.
    His voice was commanding tying my stomach into one large knot. I imagined what he sounded like in bed. A fiery burn coursed between my legs making me hastily cross them.
    Gah, get it together Mia!
    His hair was amazing. It was short but not too short. It was a messy style almost like he ran his hands through it a few times without putting too much effort into it. The longer hair spiked up in all the right ways. It wasn't blonde or brown but a blend of both. I couldn't stop staring at his face. His cheekbones were prominent with his ears and nose annoyingly perfect upon his sculpted face. He had to be at least 6'2" if not taller. His shoulders were broad but muscular. I was willing to bet if I unbuttoned his finely pressed dress shirt that a defined six-pack would be staring back at me with the delectable V running deeper. It was like an unspoken message to run for the door now because this could only end in trouble. He had my body revved up. I had no doubt that he was the kind of guy that could teach a girl a thing or two in the bedroom.
    Jesus, focus Mia!
    I readjusted my eyes from the area that led to his pant line to his dark brown eyes finding myself captivated as ever. They begged you to keep staring at them so he could tell you all life's secrets. He had one of those faces that make you want to promise every possession you own just to have a chance at kissing his luscious lips. His lips were full leading into dimples on each side when he smiled. So far, I'd gotten him to do that a few times.
    This interview has to go fast without any challenging questions because I'm not sure I can even spell my own name right now.
    Knowing I had to get my thoughts out of the gutter that they currently wanted to hang out in, I straightened up setting my palms on his desk. It hit me that he paid me a compliment. Perhaps, I should say something in response instead of frothing at the mouth.
    "I'm honored for the consideration. It's a