He is greedy. He wants to feel and taste everything selfishly. He is hungry for what he hasn't had and he had it all. He has me along with 4 others, but I already knew. He told me. He just wanted different flavors. He wanted to feel and experience everything with no strings, until he has me.

I met him when I was fresh out of college. I, the short, dark skinned black girl with the big butt, big breasts and round stomach was wanted by the type of man who sometimes ignored the beauty that is the African descent. Coming out of college, I hit the pavement hard and job searched. I applied every place that was looking for a copy writer. I was willing to start anywhere and work my way to the top. I was ambitious and I was a hard worker. I knew my skin color would hurt more than help me, so I worked harder and I was more determined, then I walked into his office.

I had an interview with an advertising agency known for its catchy slogans, edgy designs and amazing graphic artists. This was the place I was looking for. In this office, I would be able to learn and develop my skills. I would have the opportunity to be great.

Walking into the office, I gave my name to a slim beautiful red head who I assumed was the receptionist. She told me to have a seat and a Mr. Evans would be out with me soon. I assumed it was the human resources representative, so I quietly waited in the colorful and modern waiting room. I was in the middle of my magazine when I heard my name. Nerves immediately began to cause knots in my stomach. The receptionist who I learned was Emma pointed me in the direction of Mr. Evans' office. I walked in expecting a middle aged HR director, but what I got was a young hot executive.

With resume and work portfolio in hand, I entered the office. He was standing by his huge mahogany desk waiting for me and I noticed he was six inches taller than me. When I shook his hand and introduced myself, green eyes gave me strong and lingering gaze that caused me to falter a bit.

"Hello Mr. Evans, I'm Mercedes Jones. I'm so happy you were able to meet with me," I said nervously. He continued holding my hand not saying anything and it quickly became awkward. "Sir, you still have my hand," I said returning his gaze. He straightened up and released my hand. He said, "I'm sorry, I believe I was somewhere else for a moment. It's nice meeting you Mercedes. Do you have your portfolio?"

"Yes I have it," I replied while handing over the work. He sat at his desk and pointed to a seat for me to sit. I was directly in front of him. He scanned through the documents and asked me questions about particular details he noticed. He suddenly closed the folder while we were deeply immersed in talking about some of my designs. I shockingly sat upright in my seat and Mr. Evans got up with the folder, walked around his desk, taking the seat next to me.

"That was becoming a little distracting, having the desk as a barrier and you having to slouch in order to explain your work to me," He said.

Not understanding, I said, "It wasn't really a problem. I'm always happy to show what I can offer to this position. You call all the shot, I'm just the player trying to impress you."

He laughed and I remained quiet. He then leaned in closer and said, "I may be the authority in this office, but at this moment you hold quite a bit of power." His eyes move down and I realized what he meant. I looked down and noticed one of the buttons from my top was undone. I immediately fixed it.

"I am so sorry, I don't know how that happened," I said nervously.

"It was when you bent over the desk. We were flowing so well that I didn't want to disrupt," He said.

"Well I never use my assets to get what I want and I understand if you want to end this interview," I replied.

"That is not necessary Ms. Jones. It was an accident and I see you are very talented. I actually know a lot about you from your resume and letter as well as google and your Facebook. I do my research before a potential employee comes to see me. I have to make sure I have the right people on my team. With that said, I want to formally offer you the position. It's not the glamorous position at first. You will start off mainly doing editing and fact checking and you'll be paid accordingly. The starting salary is 45,000. Once you are familiar with the business and our creative process, I'm going to team you with either myself or one of the junior execs on a project and from there your salary increases," He said while standing.

I mimicked his actions and place my hand in his. With a smile on my face, I looked into his eyes and shook his hands. For a brief moment it felt as if he was looking at me like he's known me all his life. I can't quite pin point the moment I knew Mr. Evans would change my life, but at that moment I knew that it was something about this man that piqued my interest. He held my hand a little longer than necessary again and when I slowly slid from his fingers, he sighed and walked me to the door.

"I look forward to working with you Ms. Jones," He said.

"I look forward to working with you as well Mr. Evans," I responded. He then looked away from me and told Emma, "Make sure to give her the tour of the facility and get the necessary paperwork and contract to sign. Show her where Mr. Harris is and Ms. Jones Mr. Harris will go over all the contracts and paperwork with you. Thank you, I'll see you Monday."

Emma immediately stood and walked with me to the elevators. I could feel his eyes on me and I knew exactly what he was watching. I didn't turn around because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but I did send him a backwards wave and that was the beginning of the inconsequential infatuation between Mr. Evans and I.