"Chelsea, I hope you are ready for me to show you a good time?"I couldn't help but admire the softness and strength of his hand and the smell of his c...logne, and as I responded, I giggled, "Yes," like I was with an immature child though it didn't stop Mr Wishart. He kissed me gently and briefly on my cheek which put my mind at ease as I felt myself melt into him. God, I wanted him so badly, to kiss those lips and let him take me to bed.I could tell, just by his complete confidence, that he had. Okay, maybe I could, but I didn’timagine it turning out like this. After being twenty-one for nearly a year now, my older brother had finally taken me out clubbing like he had promised for my birthday. What I wasn’t aware of was the fact the he was bringing his best friend Jack along. Jack, who I had a crush on since the first moment I laid eyes on his tall, thin frame, cut from an honest day’s work of hard labor, dirty, sweaty, tatted up (the boy had been in jail for a while, after all). I. She probably noticed me looking at her, I quickly averted my gaze before she caught me.A few minutes later the same intern approached me and then told me that it was my turn. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I was too busy collecting myself for the interview that I didn't get to catch her name.The interview space was huge, there was one table situated on the middle. There seated was the recruitment officer. I stood right on one of the seats in front of the table waiting for the interviewers. “You know how to drywall?”“Yup. Spent a summer in college working for a home restoration company.”“Good enough. Flooring; wood or tile? Do you know how to install floors?”“It was part of my job.”“Molding and trim?”“That, too.”“Plumbing? Or maybe even a room addition? I need a new bathroom in the guesthouse. No one wants to use a communal bathroom.”“I might be able to manage that. Depends on how complicated it is. It’s within the realm of possibility, but I’d definitely want to contract the.