Heart tried to think if there was some way he had met this guy the week before and forgotten.

The faint sound of a zipper broke the silence, and Heart’s eyes snapped open and he was looking into a face so close he could stick out his tongue and lick his nose if he wanted too.

The man’s eyes searched his face, and then smirked, clearly amused by Heart’s expression.

The heat of embarrassment that flooded him.

The guy stepped back, then brushed past him heading for the door with casual nonchalance as if zipping up another man’s pants for him was something he did every day for someone.

Heart turned to stare after him, stunned.

“My fly was undone,” he muttered dumbly, as if the words explained anything.

“Mmmh,” the man scoffed, with an air of superiority and amusement.

Why did I like that so much? Heart blinked twice, realizing the guy had stopped again at the door and was looking back at him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me so I could zip it up?” Heart asked, feeling utterly embarrassed by the rush of desire that had attacked him against his will.

“It’s just a zipper. What’s a low zipper between friends?” He quipped.

“Friends?” Heart stuttered.

When did we become friends? I don’t even know your name.

“Yes, I assume we are friends since I just had to waste twenty minutes of my time listening to your drivel. After all, that’s what friends do. They listen to one another.” He said icily, his sarcastic purr etching itself down Heart’s body, causing him to shiver, again.

“Oh, since we are friend’s number one fifty-two, might I add you need to get some confidence. You look fine and you know your stuff,, if you’re qualified, I guarantee the head judges here are very unbiased and you will get the job.” He said honestly.

“I look nice?” Heart looked down at himself, Liar.

But the words still made him feel very pleased and eager to hear those words. The tips of his ears turned red.

Even the simple tilt of his head had an elegance that drew Heart in, unsettling and magnetic.

“It’s a nice suit. It’s a very good fit, I quite like the princess seeming like a glove on your figure. It fits you in all the right places, one fifty-two.” His tongue flicked out and wet his lips, making them glossy under the bright lights.

Heart swallowed.

Why do I feel like he is complimenting me the same way he would describe his meal enjoyment to a chef for his dinner?

“Next time make sure your fly is up, those pants already leave so little to the imagination.” He added huskily with a bemused, almost growling chuckle. Then he winked, and the door swung closed behind him as he walked out.

Heart coughed as he let out a breathe of anger.

He looked down at his crotch, uncomfortable by the rush of adrenaline that was creating a heavy ache.

Was it his imagination or had he just had a reaction in not just his stomach?

He looked back up at his suit, to where the number one hundred and fifty-two sat pinned.

Whoever that man was, he knew his number and he had just made a total fool of himself in front of him. All he could hope for was that he would never see him again.

“Fu….!” Heart held the anger inside himself, not wanting it to explode outwards.

He ran his hands through his hair, then slammed his fists on the counter.

How was it always his luck? How was he always ending up in such weird situations?

He charged for the door, then peeked down the hall. The room still had the group of interviewees in front of him in it.

He closed the door again, went to the sink, and turned on the water all the way too cold. This time, he dunked his face directly into the water and didn’t bother with the paper at all.

As the cold of the water stung his face, only one thought crossed his mind as the anger bubbled up, overriding his embarrassment.

I don’t care who the hell you are to this company, I will make sure I never see you again!

The girl who had told him where the bathroom was ushered him over as she was already standing in line. He rushed forward and stood next to her.

“They already called us up. we are just waiting for the others to leave.”

“Thanks.” She nodded.

Heart’s group stood nervously, finally, a deep female voice boomed, “Enter.”

The five of them shuffled in, bowing politely to all four interviewers.

Heart sat down and got comfortable, then folded his hands in his lap with the best grin he could put on when he was this nervous and uncomfortable. He hoped it wasn’t too noticeable he had dunked his hair into the sink, shook it out then dried it with paper towel and then restyled it in the bathroom.

Doesn’t matter I could try for six hours and I would never look as well made up as that man. Wait, Why am I thinking about him? I need to focus right now…

Friends?…. How? What is wrong with him?

No, what is wrong with me? Ugh, stop Heart! You need to think about this interview. Concentrate already.

The last examiner finished writing whatever he had been that had kept his head turned down the whole time, clicked his pen twice, put it down, and raised his head.

Heart’s stomach sank into the pits of hell, petrified.

He would recognize those eyes with those beautiful birthmarks anywhere.

Are you bloody kidding me right now! Heart glanced at his jacket where his name tag was now neatly pinned . Saint, his name is Saint… Hmmm, doesn’t match him at all. I guess he is beautiful like a Saint.

Wait beautiful…? He isn’t… he is… so beautiful and staring so intensely at you.

Heart’s instincts screamed to retreat, run away.

“Let’s Begin.” He said calmly. His eyes twinkled as his eyes met his.

Why, why, why me? What have I ever done to deserve this kind of fate? Can’t this day be over yet? Heart closed his eyes and groaned softly under his breath.

Oh, my life… I’m royally screwed!