Elena's Pov
I leaned back in frustration on my big leather chair, the cool material crinkling under my generous ass as I rubbed my temples with my long manicured nails.
Today's interview was a mess. A hot mess.
Four men had sat across from me, said the right words, acted professionally but something was just lacking.
Or if I could rephrase it, none of them sent shivers down my spine.
"Hell!! " I sighed.
I'd specifically told HR to send in only men the position. Why?? I didn't even know.
Maybe because my neglected fifty two year old body was craving for something.
It's been eight years since my husband died, and I swore never to let another man have me. No cuddles during cold nights, no thick c**k stretching my ever tight p***y when I needed it.
Lord knew my dead husband m
