Hillary
“Hi, Director,” I push open his door, feeling a slight nervousness, before walking in, my heels clicking on the ground.
He raises his head from his computer. When his eyes rest on me, I feel a little self-conscious.
A smile tugs at his lips. “Nice dress,” he says.
I look down at my dress and swallow. “Thank you, sir.” I wanted to impress him anyway.
“You wanted to see me,” I remind him, remaining standing until he motions for me to sit. I obey and sit down.
I know what he wants, he needs my answer. To be honest, considering our little escapade in his room the other day, my chances of saying no are... zero.
“I have my answer,” I tell him, composing myself.
He slowly drags his eyes away from his computer to me and props his jaw on his hand.
“So what will it be?” he asks. I
