A considerate cough breaks you from your reverie

"Can I help you Sir?" she asks, leaning forward over the desk.

Still slightly dumbstruck, your willpower falters and your eyes flick down at her chest. You can just make out the edge of a lacy bra.

Pull yourself together man, she's just a hot girl.

You wrench your eyes back up to her face and put on your most convincing smile.

"Good morning, I'm Alex Jones, I have an interview with Mr. Brown at eleven" you say.

She keeps looking right at you, the barest hint of a smirk present on her beautiful face.

"Hi Alex, let me just check the schedule"

She turns away from you to a computer on a slightly lower desk behind her, bent at the waist, you can see her typing your name. You can't help but follow the curve of her back down to her perfect, heart shaped ass, pushed tight against the material of her skirt.

She's doing this on purpose, she has to be.

She begins to turn around again and you quickly level your gaze at a more appropriate point.

"Everything seems to be in order Alex, Mr. Brown is already set up in interview room 2, head down the hall to my left, take a right at the cafeteria, you can't miss it"

"Thank you", you adjust your jacket and make for the hallway but she calls out before you leave the lobby.

"Oh, and Alex...Good Luck"

That smirk never left her face.