Dean 2000 (Attraction.)

Dean had reluctantly left the girl in the red dress standing in the queue, following the plump middle aged Secretary inside the Hotel building. He was feeling a little annoyed that the conversation had been cut short, he hadn't even managed to get her full name. He was completely lost in thought about how attractive she was, and how intelligent she had seemed. It was very rare for Dean to feel attracted to a woman, he usually went through the motions but kept them at a distance. He also liked to be the one who was in control of the encounter. She had made him feel like he could loose control around her, that had felt special. He was trying to form a plan to find out who she was and see more of her, when he ran straight upagainst Denise.

'Oh Shit!' it was not the nice motherly comforting Denise he met in the foyer, it was the military General, with the full force the entire arsenal at her disposal. He tried to give her the puppy dog eyes that usually melted his stepmother heart in to a puddle, but the ice walls where firmly up and the professional face was firmly fixed.

He was firmly told to get his act together, and get changed. He needed to look like a responsible adult instead of a washed up rock star. She waved him away with a stern look and instructions to return to the lobby in 15 minutes. He rushed to his hotel room which he had been given to reside in whilst working on the hotel, he showered as quickly as he could, he felt apprehensive about getting dressed, he wanted to make a good impression on her this time if by chance he saw her again.

Dean found himself saying her name over and over again as he picked out his favourite navy blue suit. He had had it made while visiting the Italian hotels. That had been interesting, getting to see The Pantheon and having a tour around rome.

There was a bang on the door,

'Get your entitled arse down to the lobby before your stepmother has an aneurism, you know this is important to her as its her first solo project, she's putting a lot if faith in you boy.'

Dean grabbed his tie placing it around his neck but not tying it, he did a final check in the mirror. He felt he looked like every girls wet dream, there was no way she would be able to resist him, looking like this.

'Boy get yourself out here now!' shouted the voice from outside the door

' alright dad, Jesus Denise told me to make sure I look respectable. you told me that she's the boss not you. What are you doing here today?'

'Meeting the contractors at the new hotel, and supporting my wife. Is that ok with you?'

Dean opened the door to a older version of himself, with more grey hair and worry lines on his forehead. He was greeted with an affectionate slap on the back.

The two men made their way down in the elevator laughing and joking with each other.

His father stopped to talk to some subordinate, and Dean looked up seeing her sat waiting on a chair outside conference room B. He felt his cheeks blushing while watching her, he felt like he was intruding on a solitary moment of reflection, he could not take his eyes off her. She was clearly nervous and was lightly chewing her bottom lip, which brought him rather dirty thoughts about what those lips would look like wrapped around his cock. His trousers where a little fitted so he found himself leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets hoping no one could see his arousal. He felt like an idiot teenager with no control over his own body. He continued to watch her, till she looked up at him. He felt like he had been caught doing something extremely wrong, there was nothing for it but to smile at her. He nearly died when she smiled back that was the end of him for sure.

He was abruptly pulled from his musings when he felt a clipboard hit him on the head.

'This is yours, conference room A.' said the blonde haired woman that once came in to focus was Denise.

Dean reluctantly took the clipboard.

'Can't I swap it for conference room B? its closer.' he used his best little boy voice 'please mummy dearest.'

'Don't be a cheeky little shit, you're 25 do as your told, plus consider this a punishment for being late and getting photographed in a compromising position on social media, though its not done any harm for advertising the new hotel.'

'Whose doing the interviews with me then?' he asked Denise

'Dean just get a move on we have 250 people to interview today.'

It looked like he wasn't going to get to see Jessica again, he felt a swathe of disappointment swell over him.

Dean made his way to the conference room and was met by two of the senior executives and Mavis the short round secretary from earlier. He looked at the group of people he was going to be spending the day with and sighed this was going to be a living Hell, especially as he couldn't stop thinking about Jessica. He really needed to find out more about her or at least her last name.

The first 10 people to enter the conference room where tedious, there was one girl who kept trying to get his attention, he was used to ignoring that type of person and attempted to completely ignore her until he heard three words from her

'my friend Jessica'

Maybe this wasn't going to be that boring after all.

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