Free Rose of Thorne by Mia Michelle Page A

compose myself quickly before he motions to the large leather chair in front of him.
    “Please sit down, Ms. Rose.” I am frozen in my spot by his words. It’s as if my legs have totally stopped working.
    “How have you been , Skylar?” he asks me with a dry tone.
    “You’re Mr. Thorne? But how? I thought your last name was Kohlson.”
    “Yes, my name is Sebastian Kohlson Thorne. Kohlson was my mother’s maiden name. I’m used to people always wanting something from me once they know my real name. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”
    “Did you know it was me coming today?” I nervously ask him.
    “No, sweetheart, thi s is fate or karma working in our midst here. I had no idea if the candidate was female or male when I accepted the interview today. Although, it seems you have made quite the impression on my board. And may I say, my dear Skylar, that is something even I have yet to accomplish. So, tell me why you think you would be good for the internship position?” He asks coyly as he leans back into his chair.
    “Mr. Thorne, I want this internship more than anything. Thorne Enterprises is my top choice for the internships that I have applied for. You are the leading design firm in the South. Using and marketing the most advanced technology available. It will be a phenomenal chance to learn from the best, sir. Anyone who gets this opportunity is blessed to be a part of the Thorne team. I think if given the opportunity I will prove to be an asset to your company.  I….” he interrupts me.
    “So, Ms. Rose, may I look at your design portfolio?”
    “Yes, of course,” I reply, handing him the black leather portfolio folder. I continue staring at his gorgeous face in disbelief.
    God, how I have missed him!

    Sebastian
    Is this some cruel joke? Is she really sitting in front of me? Does she have any fucking clue just how hard it’s has been to stay away from her all this time? NO! She couldn’t or she wouldn’t be here right now torturing me.
    My head is full of questions, and I truly didn’t hear a word she has said. At this moment, I am too busy studying her perfect face and body to give a fuck. Those fucking perfect raspberry plump lips of hers are just begging to be kissed right now.
    And DAMN IT , did I ever want to kiss them. I mean, what are the chances that she is sitting here in my office?
    Realizing that I have been staring for too long, I open up her portfolio. Honestly, I am skeptical, but as soon as I open the book, I am truly taken aback by what I see. Her ideas and drawings are spectacular. She has designed several freelance jobs while in college, and one was even featured in a national design magazine.
    She is sexy as hell and incredibly talented. Fuck, what’s next? There is no way I can hire her. If she is working here, then how am I supposed to keep my distance from her? I MUST keep my distance. No, simply said, she can’t work here. Now, to deliver the news.
    “Ms. Rose, I am most impressed by your work, but honestly , I don’t think you will be a good fit here in our firm. I will be more than happy to make a few calls and get you an internship at another company. Perhaps one that is more suitable for you,” I say as I lift the phone.
    She is nervously wringing her hands . Oh fuck me! What am I doing ?
                  She bites her lip and looks down into her lap.
    “Sebastian, what happened? Why are you acting this way?” she softly asks me. When she speaks, the intense pain in her voice makes it hard for me to remain composed.
    “What do you mean? How am I acting?” I pretend to misunderstand her words.
    “I thought when you came back into the café that day and after our time on the roof together that I would see you again, but I never heard from you. I get that maybe you aren’t into me, and really, that’s fine. But this… this isn’t the Sebastian I know. Maybe it’s best I don’t work here because I really don’t like this person.” She stands and makes