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Special thanks to;
Bo who dots my i's and crosses my t's and generally makes sure that
I'm speaking some form of English. Without Bo you'd all be wondering
what the hell I meant by "that". Thank you Bo, you're very special.
Can I tell them now that you're my Editor too or is that a secret?
<grin>
And to BitBard who inspires me to try harder by just believing in my
abilities
All comments appreciated to MissBehavin@sprint.ca
~~
-- Blinded --
By Miss Behavin`
© 1998
Her day started like any other: up at 6:00 a.m. and into the office by
7:30 to work on the day's mail. By 8:15 she would have the mail
sorted in priority order on his desk, with each pile coded using
colored folders so that her boss would automatically know which needed
his attention first. By 8:30 the coffee would be perked and ready so
that when he arrived at exactly 8:45, which he did every morning,
there would be a hot steaming cup ready for him.
Leigh Anne had been working for Alan Metcalfe for almost 4 years now,
and together she knew that they made a damn good team. She was
classified in the firm's directory as his Executive Assistant, which
was just a fancy title for secretary, but she liked the status anyway.
When she had first started, she had worked as a temp in what was
referred to at the time as the "secretary pool". The pool no longer
existed. Three and a half years ago, all of the executives, lawyers
and managers -- anyone "secretary-worthy" -- picked one or two of them
out of the pool because there would no longer be a room full of
secretaries at their disposal.
Many issues factored into the decision to do this. The biggest beef
The Powers That Be had was with billable hours. They assumed that if
a secretary were working for only one lawyer, she wouldn't get so
confused. After all, they were working 8 and a half hour days; knock
half an hour off for lunch and that left 8 billable hours. The fact
that maybe they weren't always busy -- or that they had to go to the
bathroom -- never crossed some people's minds. It all had to add up
to 8 hours, and you got a big smile if it went beyond the 8 hours. It
couldn't be left up to the individual lawyers to keep track of their
secretary's time; they were too busy keeping track of their own.
Ironically enough, after they all ended up with a private secretary,
it became part of Leigh Anne's job to keep track of the billable
hours.
There were also the issues of lost of files, documents, and
confidential information. Of course, no matter where this information
was lost along the way, the secretary always got the blame for it;
they were guaranteed dismissal because of it. The problem was that
the firm was losing a lot of good secretaries.
She never understood why some lawyers didn't have secretaries already,
but it wasn't her place to question why. Like most things in this
firm: it just was. She and Alan had been putting in a lot of hours
together after 5:00. He had found her to be very competent and always
directed his work her way. When the clock struck five she'd clean up
her desk and head upstairs to his office to see if he needed her. She
wasn't trying to suck up to him; he was just fairly easy to work for.
Although he was very particular, he had a good sense of humor, and the
overtime pay came in very handy. She figured that since she was just
a temp there was a good chance that her days with the firm were
numbered. Plus there was always the possibility of being blamed for
someone else losing something; she may need some savings to fall back
on.
When the news came down, Leigh Anne wasn't really surprised that Alan
chose her. Relieved but not surprised.
She looked at her watch and then at the door. Right on cue, he
strolled in, briefcase in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
"Morning," he said smiling as he walked by her desk.
"Good morning, Alan," she replied, pushing her chair back and heading
over to the coffee machine to make them a cup.
Their routine rarely changed. Coffee together first thing while they
went over the day's work. He worked late into the nights, both at the
office and at home, so he usually had tapes for her to transcribe and
pages of notes for her to pick through. Appointments he wanted her to
secure or cancel; calls to make; people to find; reservations to
confirm. "Afterthoughts" is what she called his scribbled list of
notes. After she left for the day, he always thought of a dozen other
things he should have told her.
With a pad of paper tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee in each
hand, she made her way into his office, where he was already seated
behind his desk and going through the red file -- top priority.
She set his coffee down in front of him and he mumbled his thanks as
he read the memo in front of him, slowly shaking his head. Leigh Anne
sat on the other side of his desk, crossing her legs and setting her
pad of paper on top of them. She'd already read the memo and had
jotted down a couple of notes regarding it, prepared to field his
questions before he asked them. Leaning forward, she moved the two
little cassette tapes off the list and picked it up. As she sipped
her coffee and scanned the list, she leaned back in her chair and
raised her eyes to look at Alan.
Although she considered herself very professional, she couldn't help
but find him extremely attractive. She tried not to think about it,
but sometimes her imagination got the better of her. He had been
divorced for as long as she had known him. A lot of successful
lawyers are divorced, because not every one wants a part-time
spouse -- or even less than part-time, in most cases. Alan's marriage
had fallen apart due to this. Apparently his ex-wife had wanted to
see him for at least one or two days out of the seven, and that had
rarely happened. At that time he was still struggling to gain ground,
and long hours were part of the deal. The ex-Mrs. Metcalfe divorced
him and married an accountant who never worked too long after the
official quitting time, which worked out perfectly.
Alan had just turned 40 a month ago, but it was hard to tell his age.
He was in good physical shape and his hair had yet to gray. He stood
just over six feet, with brown hair, blue eyes, and what she would
classify as a medium build; large shoulders veering down to a trim
waist and hips. Although he wasn't a Mel Gibson clone, he definitely
wasn't bad looking either. He had an incredible smile and a smooth,
rich deep voice that made people listen to him. Leigh Anne had had
the privilege of watching him in court several times and she liked to
watch the women of the jury when he first started talking. There was
something about his voice and accent that, when you first heard it,
made you a little weak in the knees. She felt oddly protective of
him, which to her just meant that she was fulfilling her job and being
a loyal employee.
She watched as he drank his coffee and made some notes on the memo
before moving onto the next piece of paper. Leigh Anne glanced back
down at her list, memorizing its contents easily. Most of the things
on it she had already thought about and completed, and for the others,
she started making notes on her pad, listing them in priority order.
Alan glanced up at her and smiled to himself. She certainly was a
gem, and he was thankful every day to have her. His eyes moved up
over her slim long legs and rested on her thighs. He hadn't really
ever thought about how she looked until recently, when someone had
mentioned that she was a good-looking woman. Actually the term "hot
babe" was used. He'd always concentrated more on the fact that she
was incredible at keeping him and his office in order.
As she shifted in her chair scribbling more notes, his eyes roamed up
her skirt, which was slowly moving up and showing off more of her
thigh. He wondered if she had always dressed that nicely. Well,
maybe "sexy" was more the word. She was wearing a dark navy skirt
with a matching jacket and a stark white blouse -- a very professional
look. There was nothing particularly sexy about the outfit; it was
just the way it looked on her. Her blonde hair was cut
shoulder-length, and it framed her face nicely. One thing that he had
always noticed from day one was how dark her blue eyes were. She had
beautiful big eyes that clearly showed her every emotion, whether she
wanted to reveal it or not. He could almost always tell what was
happening with her. If he had to guess her age, he would have put her
in her around 30, and he would have been correct.
She looked up and caught him staring at her. He smiled, a little
embarrassed at being caught, and he picked up his coffee, taking a
gulp and setting the mug back on the desk.
"Well, there is nothing much here today, which is good because I have
to be in court at 10:00." He knew he didn't have to tell her that,
because she always knew where he was. Well, almost always knew.
"You have to remember to call Mr. Davidson during a break," she
reminded him. "He's looking for your figures from the last quarter
and doesn't seem to trust me to give them to him. I put them on top
of your files that you're taking with you."
Alan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, smiling at her
again. She handled the fact that she worked in a place that was
pretty much The Old Boys' Club very well, especially when she was able
to ignore people like Davidson, the VP of Finance. He was a gruff old
guy who believed that all women should be barefoot and pregnant.
Other than a few token female lawyers, every other woman in the
company was either an office clerk or secretary, although they had
broken down and hired a few female law clerks. There's nothing like a
little progress.
"I need both of those tapes done for when I get back," he said,
nodding towards the two cassettes that were sitting in front of her.
"Cambellton said he'd give me to exactly five o'clock this afternoon
to tell him that we'd be willing to try and settle out of court on the
Randall Manufacturing case. I know we don't have much of a case, so
settling it out of court is the only way to go. I've drafted up a
letter to him agreeing to work with them on a settlement, so if you
can have that ready for me to sign when I get back today, then we'll
be all set. If we don't do this, then I'm about to spend years in
court wading through Cambellton's bullshit just so he can prove his
point."
He smiled at her and started collecting some files from his desk. As
he looked at the recorder, he noticed that there was a tape in it. He
couldn't remember which tape was the current one. Popping the tape
out, he handed it to Leigh Anne and gave her a slight grin.
"Maybe it's on this tape; I can't remember now. It was late, what can
I say?" He handed her the tape and shrugged. He knew that he never
had to apologize for his absentmindedness because she expected it from
him.
She smiled in response and picked up the tapes. "Anything else?"
"No, I think that's it; just make sure that letter is ready for when I
get back," he said as he stood up and started stuffing files into his
briefcase. "I'll call in later."
"And you'll call Mr. Davidson," she reminded.
"And I'll call Davidson," he repeated as he watched her walk back out
to her office.
~~
She could think of a lot worse things than listening to his voice
through the little earphone that was stuck in her ear. The office was
fairly quiet today, which was a nice change of pace. Normally there
were people in and out, and the constant interruptions made it hard to
concentrate on her work; but today was different. She quickly typed
his letter to Cambellton and the other memos, snickering sometimes
when he had apparently become distracted and drifted off to answer the
phone while the recorder was still running. She usually stepped on
the foot petal to fast-forward the tape in the machine up until he had
returned to dictating. There was something about only hearing one
side of a conversation that made it hardly worth listening to. Since
Alan often said the person's name when he started talking to them, she
usually waited to see who he was talking to first before deciding
whether to listen or not.
She checked her watch as she typed and noticed it was a little past
lunch time, but she wanted to get what she hoped was the last letter
done before taking a break. The letter she was typing was to a young
man to whom Alan had offered a summer clerking job. She listened to
his words and her fingers automatically put them in print.
"If the foregoing provisions are acceptable, please confirm by signing
the second copy of this letter and returning it to my office. Again,
I look forward to you joining our team and wish you--. Hello."
Here we go, she thought, getting ready to press the foot petal when
she heard a woman's voice.
"Hi there; you busy?" She'd heard that voice before, but whose was
it?
"Just dictating a letter. What's up?"
"Nothing really. I was just working late, and I saw your light on and
thought I'd drop by and show you something."
"Oh, really? And what would that something be?" She didn't like the
way his voice had changed.
"This!"
"Well, well. I must say that I'm glad you stopped by to show me that.
How about bringing it over here closer so I can get a better look?"
Leigh Anne could feel her heart pounding hard. She knew that she
should forward past whatever this was, but her foot didn't move. She
actually turned the sound up. There was a rustling of papers that
became louder and then stopped. He must have been moving them around
or off his desk, she thought.
"Well?" came the woman's voice. Damn! She knew that voice but
couldn't put a face or name to it.
"Hmmm, I must say I love that color on you, and the material looks
very soft, but you're still too far away for me to find that out by
myself."
"How about now?" the voice was louder, closer to the recorder.
There was silence for a moment, and then Alan spoke again, or rather
moaned softly. The sounds of his moans both excited and repelled her.
"Very soft..." His voice was a whisper now. "Take your blouse right
off," he instructed his visitor. Leigh Anne froze in her seat. Who
was the woman? How long had this been going on? Why the hell hadn't
she noticed?
"Mmmmm... you're so beautiful, baby. I can see your big nipples right
though that soft material. Play with them, honey. Pull your nipples
and show me how hard to can make them."
The woman moaned softly, obviously following his instructions as she
spoke. "Do you like my nipples, Alan? I know you do by the way you
suck and pull on them. They're so hard, Alan. They want to feel your
lips and tongue on them."
Alan moaned, and there was the sound of a chair rolling back on the
plastic floor pad that was under his chair. "Come here then."
Leigh Anne was mesmerized by what she was hearing. She also felt as
if she were going to throw up, but she couldn't stop the tape as she
listened to the sounds of Alan sucking on this woman's nipples. He
was moaning, and it was easy to hear that he was moaning against
something. The woman was moaning and cooing, "Oh, Alan, you make me
so hot. I love what your tongue does to me."
For several very long moments that went on, the sucking, moaning, and
cooing. Again, the sound of the chair moving and then Alan's voice,
only a lot deeper than usual. "I'd like to feel your tongue on me
too."
It wasn't hard to picture what was happening then. The woman giggled
and the chair moved. A belt was being undone, the buckle rattling.
Then a zipper and the pants hitting the floor. She could hear his
keys and change jingle when they made contact with the ground.
The woman moaned. He sucked in his breath quickly. His cock was in
her mouth. Leigh Anne listened to the loud sucking sound and put her
hand over her mouth to stop the bile that was building up in her
throat.
"Mmmmm," moaned Alan, "you're such a good little cock-sucker, baby.
Ahhh, yes, keep licking me like that. Your hair is so soft, sweetie.
I love the way it feels in my hands. Oh God, baby, yes. Mmmmm...
yes. Keep squeezing my balls as you suck."
Leigh Anne took her foot off the petal and ripped the earpiece out of
her ear. Her breathing was rapid and she wasn't completely convinced
that it was all from disgust at what she'd been listening to.
"Are you okay, Leigh Anne?"
She looked up sharply at Danielle, who had just popped her head around
the corner.
"Yes, I'm fine, thanks, Danielle."
"Oh, okay. You just look a little flushed."
"I'm fine, thanks," Leigh Anne said, trying hard to control the
emotions that were raging through her.
"I was actually looking for Alan. Is he around?"
Click. There it was; there was the voice from the machine.
He's in court all day." Her eyes narrowed slightly at Danielle. "Can
I leave him a message for you?"
Danielle just smiled and said that she'd talk to him later, telling
Leigh Anne that it wasn't urgent or anything.
"Maybe I can help," Leigh Anne replied, digging for information. She
could feel her blood pressure rising.
"It's okay, I'll talk to him later. See you later."
Danielle didn't wait for her to respond. Leigh Anne sat at her desk,
fuming. She grabbed her mug and went to the coffeepot, refilling her
cup. Her mind was racing. What did Alan see in that cheap slut
anyway? Besides the fact that she was a tramp, that is. Danielle was
a nothing, a nobody. She worked in the accounts department and it was
rumored between the secretaries that she had fucked just about every
man in the building. Did the men not realize this? What the hell was
she thinking? Of course they did, and that fact didn't bother them at
all. They were, after all, just men. Horny fucking men who had no
right to be screwing around with cheap whores like Danielle.
She knew that she had to gain some control before someone really
important walked in and saw her in this state. Taking deep breaths,
she sat back down in her chair and rolled her head from one shoulder
across to the other and then back. Her neck cracked and the tension
between her shoulder blades loosened slightly.
The Dictaphone unit was making a humming noise as if it were calling
to her to finish listening. She didn't want to, but she knew that she
had to. Maybe Danielle was trying to get her job. Maybe something
useful would be said between the two of them.
Quickly she replaced the earpiece and stepped on the petal.
"Come here, you!" Alan said. She could hear Danielle give his cock
one final long sensuous suck before standing up. Listening to the
kiss was making her stomach churn again, even more so now that she
knew who the other voice was.
"Let's get you out of this..." More moving around and giggling.
Two thuds on the desk, as if someone were patting it, and then more
giggling. Chair wheels rolling and papers rustling.
"Now, what do we have here?" Alan said and Danielle let out a loud
sensual moan. "Hmmm, you're very wet, baby. Let's just pull you down
a little further on my desk her so I can investigate the source of
this wetness."
Rustling, the chair moving, a groan and then a moan. Danielle must
have been very close to the recorder, because her breathing was very
loud. Biting her lip, Leigh Anne listened to Danielle whimper and
talk.
"Oh God, Alan, mmmmm yes. That's right, yes, right there. Oh baby,
suck on my clit, make it hard..." There was a sharp gasp from Danielle
before she practically yelled, "Fuck me with your tongue, harder,
harder, eat my pussy!"
There was a constant banging noise as Danielle's ass rose and fell
against the desk. Alan's muffled moans could be heard between
Danielle's whimpers and moans. "More fingers Alan. Fuck me with more
fingers. Mmmmm yes... harder, don't stop sucking that clit, Alan.
Fuck me harder!"
Leigh Anne crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, despite
herself. Danielle announced that she was cumming and Leigh Anne
tapped her pencil on the desk quickly as she waited for the screams to
stop. Talk about your Academy winning performances, she thought.
"I need to fuck you so badly," Alan was saying. There was a commotion
of noises and Leigh Anne was trying to figure out how they were going
to satisfy his need. It didn't take long before she found out.
"Lean over my desk a little. Good. Now spread your feet apart
farther. Mmmmm, wonderful. Lay down against my desk, baby. Oh God,
look at that pussy, it's all wet and swollen. It's just begging to be
fucked, isn't it?"
Danielle moaned and then let out a scream. Seconds later the sounds
of Alan hammering his cock into Danielle's wet pussy filled the tape.
She must have been very wet, because the sucking sound was very loud.
Alan was groaning and Danielle was whimpering as the sounds of their
bodies slamming against each other became quicker.
Leigh Anne started banging her pencil against the desk again, wanting
both of them to cum and get it over with. What was said next shocked
the hell out of her.
"You're so hot, baby!" Alan moaned.
Danielle whimpered a little and then said, "I bet you say that when
you're fucking Leigh Anne, too."
"So hot, baby, mmmmm, and I've never fucked Leigh Anne. That's right,
baby, keep slamming against me. Your pussy is so wet and hot."
"Too bad she's not here right now," Danielle moaned. "She could sit
over there in her chair and watch us fuck like animals, Alan. Just
picture her over there, her shirt up around her waist as her fingers
pump in and out of her little hot cunt. I'd love to see that. Maybe
that's what she needs to loosen her up at little. I'd love to watch
her play with herself, fingering her pussy as she watches us. Without
her attitude, she really is one hot babe."
Leigh Anne squeezed her thighs tighter together as her blood started
to boil.
Alan groaned. The slapping noise of their bodies hitting each other
had slowed down. "I forgot about your bi tendencies," he laughed and
then continued. "So you'd like to be with my secretary, huh?"
Danielle started panting and letting out long lusty moans as Alan
groaned loudly. The moaning and groaning went on for what seemed to
Leigh Anne like hours, although it must have been only a few minutes.
Danielle then announced that she was going to cum and, together they
both obviously felt the earth move.
The tape revealed only the sounds of heavy breathing for another
minute, and then it was filled with movement and talk.
"I do love the way you fuck, Alan." Danielle was confessing like the
cheap slut that she was. Alan laughed and there was the sound of him
slapping something, probably the tramp's ass, Leigh Anne thought
bitterly.
Alan's voice was further away now and a little muffled as he said, "I
was thinking that maybe you'd like to--" Click. The recorder shut
off, signifying the end of the tape.
"Damn it!" she yelled, pulling out the earpiece and slamming it on her
desk. He was thinking about what? She felt physically sick and put
her head down between her knees trying to gain some composure.
She didn't hear him come in. "Leigh Anne?"
Her head shot up, giving her a head rush as she looked at a very
worried Alan from across her desk.
"Are you okay? You look very pale."
"I'm fine," her voice croaked. "I was just feeling a little dizzy.
It seems very hot in here, doesn't it?"
"Maybe," he said, studying her carefully. She really didn't look very
well at all. Over the years he couldn't remember her ever being sick
or taking time off due to the flu or any other trivial illness.
"Maybe you should go home."
"No! No, I'm fine, really. I'm feeling better already." She stood
up and felt her knees betray her, and she almost fell. Holding onto
her desk, she held very still as Alan moved behind her to steady her.
"I think you'd better sit down, and why don't we remove your jacket if
you're hot?" He eased her back into her chair and reached for the
lapels of her jacket, pulling it back over her shoulders. She didn't
resist as he removed it and hung it over the back of her chair. Her
heart was pounding hard as he knelt in front of her, his hands on the
arms of her chair.
"Alan, I'm fine, really. I was just hot, so stop fussing over me and
let's get back to work."
He wasn't convinced that she was fine. Her skin was still very pale,
and her eyes seemed larger and a lighter shade of blue. He moved his
fingertips across her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin against his.
Her skin was so soft and she looked so helpless that he wanted to hold
her and comfort her. But this was Leigh Anne, and he wasn't sure that
she would particularly enjoy this kind of attention. They'd always
worked together in a very professional manner, and he had never had
any complaints about that. None at all, but for some reason, ever
since Danielle's comment last night about him fooling around with
Leigh Anne, he couldn't get the image out of his mind.
Without thinking, his fingers moved down to her blouse and slowly
released the top two buttons. Leigh Anne's body stiffened and he
stopped and smiled at her.
"Just trying to cool you off. You just sit there and I'm going to get
you some ice water. I'll be right back. Under no circumstances are
you to move, do you understand?"
"What if the fire alarm goes off?" she asked, smiling gently at him.
"We'll discuss that when I return." He smiled and left, and she let
out a huge sigh of relief. The feeling of his fingers on her face was
more than she could handle. Up until this point, she had never
realized just how much he meant to her; however, there was something
standing in the way of her prospective happiness.
Alan returned and handed her a bottle of ice-cold mineral water.
"That's the best I could do."
"Thanks," she said as she screwed off the top and took a small drink.
"You better sign that letter for Cambellton so we can courier it off
to him. It's already 3:30," she said as she took another sip.
Alan picked up the letter, scanned it quickly, and signed both of the
copies at the bottom. Folding them, he pushed them into the envelope
and licked the minted paste on the back. Leigh Anne watched his
tongue and felt her stomach lurch again. That same tongue had been
between Danielle's legs.
"I'll take that to the mailroom," she said.
"Leigh Anne, I think--"
"Hi!"
They both turned around to see Danielle standing in the doorway. Her
purse was flung over her shoulder; in her right hand was a little
shopping bag with the logo of a very sleazy negligee store stamped on
the side. Danielle had everything it took to be a model. She was
very tall, slim and pretty, but in an odd way. Her features were very
sharp, as if someone had chiseled them. Today she was wearing a
little red sundress that showed off her tan and complimented her short
auburn hair.
"Hi, Danielle," Alan said, with no emotion whatsoever. Leigh Anne
didn't say a word as Danielle stood in the doorway, smiling like the
silly bimbo she was.
Leigh Anne stood up, much steadier now. "I'm going to take the mail
down and make sure this letter gets out."
"I can take it down," Alan said, reaching for the stack of mail in her
hand. "You sit down and relax for a bit."
Danielle was now standing in front of her desk beside Alan.
"I'm going right by the mailroom on my way back upstairs, so I can
drop it off if you'd like. It's no trouble at all." Her voice just
oozed sweetness.
She watched as Alan handed her the mail. The urgent letter to
Cambellton was on top of the pile of letters, with directions to the
mailroom that it was a "courier rush -- to arrive before 5:00".
"Thanks, Danielle, we appreciate that. It's really important that you
give these letters right to someone in the mailroom. Don't leave them
on the counter, okay?" Alan grabbed his briefcase and headed into his
office, stopping in the doorframe and turning around to look at Leigh
Anne for a moment before going in and closing the door behind him.
"Well, I better get moving before they fire me," Danielle giggled as
she headed out the door.
The thought popped into her head so quickly that she didn't try to
reason it out at all. Standing quickly, she practically ran around
her desk and out the door. She followed Danielle down the hall, and n
oticed that whenever Danielle walked past a guy her hips swung just a
little bit more.
Danielle veered off into the ladies room. Leigh Anne waited for half
a minute and then entered quietly through the door. She peeked around
the corner -- no sight of Danielle or anyone else. Just as she was
about to leave, she noticed Danielle's purse, shopping bag, and the
stack of letters on the counter. Her mind went into overdrive. Very
quickly, she stepped out of her heels and picked them up, moving
swiftly over to the letters. She grabbed the top one and rushed into
a stall at the far end of the room, quietly closing the door behind
her.
Seconds later she heard the toilet flush, and the stall door banged
backwards as Danielle emerged. Through the small crack from between
the door and the wall, Leigh Anne watched as she touched up her
lipstick and fluffed out her hair. She then leaned over and smiled at
herself in the mirror before gathering up her belongings and the mail.
Seconds later, Leigh Anne heard the bathroom door slam, and let out
her breath.
Holding the envelope between her hands, she slowly ripped it in half,
and then in half again. Repeating this until it was in shreds, she
opened her hands and watched the tiny pieces of paper flutter down
into the toilet. One flush and then all of the paper was gone.
"Goodbye Danielle," she whispered as a smile crossed her lips.
~~
She was back in her chair and talking on the phone when Alan walked
out of his office with a handful of signed documents. He waited until
she hung up.
"You're looking better," he commented as he dropped the papers on her
desk.
"I'm feeling much better thanks," she said, smiling sweetly at him.
She hadn't put her jacket back on and her blouse was still undone. He
was just about to say something when Bob Davidson walked in.
"Bob and I are going to over some figures," he explained as the two
men went into his office and closed the door.
She checked her watch and smiled. It was 4:15. Whistling quietly to
herself, she went about the rest of her work, occasionally stopping to
pat herself on the back for her quick thinking.
At 5:45 a very satisfied-looking Bob Davidson came out of Alan's
office and told her to have a pleasant evening as he left the office.
Alan came out seconds later.
"Another satisfied customer," he said as he sat on the corner of her
desk. "How are you feeling now?"
"I feel fine, Alan; stop worrying!"
The phone rang and she listened to the caller for a moment and then
asked them to hold while she got him.
"It's Robert Cambellton," she said as she handed him her phone. She
didn't want him to take it in his office.
He took the receiver and nodded as she hit the hold button again,
bringing the call back.
"Robert, how are you?"
Leigh Anne pretended to be reading over a letter as she watched his
face out of the corner of her eye. His frown became deeper and
deeper.
"That's impossible, Robert; the letter was sent out to you this
afternoon by courier."
As he listened his eyebrows began to furrow. "Let me check with the
mailroom. I handed it personally to someone to bring there."
Silence again. Leigh Anne's heart pounded hard as she looked up at
him, her facial expression concerned and confused. He met her eyes as
he tried to talk.
"Honestly, Robert, this is ridiculous. I already told you that I was
prepared to go along with the settlement idea you suggested, and
surely you can't blame me for a mailroom screw-up... You can't be
serious... Fine, fine... I understand."
Alan slammed the phone down with such force that all the buttons began
to flash and then quickly stopped. He got up and began pacing back
and forth in front of her desk.
"He didn't get the letter. He didn't get the fucking letter! Goddamn
it! Do you know what this means? Fuck, I don't even want to think
about what this mean! Millions -- it's going to cost us millions,
and... oh, for fuck sakes!"
Leigh Anne picked up the phone and dialed the mailroom. She talked
quietly while Alan ranted in the background, holding the phone out
slightly so that the clerk could hear him.
She looked at him as she hung up the phone. "Diane said that she was
given a stack of letters by Danielle, but there wasn't one there that
had the rush courier tag. You can't remove those tags once they're
stuck on there, Alan, so it's not like it fell off. Diane also said
that there wasn't a letter to go to Cambellton and Associates. She
sorted the letters herself."
She watched as he paced and took in the information she had just given
him. "I'm sure Danielle wouldn't keep the letter on purpose, Alan."
He stopped in his tracks and glared at her. "I don't really care what
you think Danielle did or didn't do with the letter, Leigh Anne. The
fact is that the stupid bitch only had to walk it 50 feet down the
hall and hand it to someone, and somewhere along the way she fucking
lost it! Cambellton is in his glory now because he'll be able to tell
his client that we are being uncooperative and we'll have to take it
to court." He was yelling really loud now, and people were slowing
down and looking in as they passed the open door.
"Maybe I could talk to him," she said softly, and he started to laugh.
"There's nothing you can do, Leigh Anne; forget it."
"I'm just asking for a chance to talk to him," she said a little
louder. "What's it going to hurt? I know his secretary; maybe
there's something I can do. She'll at least get me in to see him, and
that's a start. I'll plead our case. I don't know, Alan, I'm
grasping at straws here."
"You're wasting your time, but go ahead and call him if you'd like,"
he said gravely. Cambellton would chew her up and spit her out.
Leigh Anne quickly printed out another two copies of the letter and
put it on the desk for him to sign. She folded them carefully and
then tucked them into an envelope.
"It's probably too late for the courier now," Alan said, flopping down
in a chair in an obvious attitude of defeat.
"We don't need a courier; I'm taking it over there myself."
He looked a little surprised, but the more he thought about it, the
more he wasn't surprised. Leigh Anne would go to any lengths to make
sure that everything went smoothly. He was so lucky to have her. He
watched her shut her computer down and put her jacket back on.
Picking up her purse and the letter, she headed to the door.
"I should have done this in the first place," she said sadly.
He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "Don't you dare blame
yourself for this, Leigh Anne. You did everything I expected from
you, and it's not your fault that Danielle is incompetent and has no
right to be posing as an employee of this company. And speaking of
which, I think I need to go visit Human Resources about this matter."
He followed her out the door and down the hall until they were in
front of the elevators.
"I'll call you after I've seen him," she said with confidence.
He nodded and touched her arm as he said, "I don't know what I'd do
without you, Leigh Anne."
And then he was gone.
~~
She had to wait for 45 minutes before she was able to get in to see
him. With confidence, she walked through the door and stood in front
of his desk. Robert Cambellton was a very attractive man about the
same age as Alan. The difference between them was that Robert wasn't
exactly what people considered to be a nice person. He was ruthless
and underhanded and, thanks to Liz, his secretary, Leigh Anne knew
that he had a weakness for blondes with blue eyes and long legs.
"Is there anything else Robert?" Liz called from the door.
"No, I'll see you tomorrow, Liz. Close the door behind you," he
barked, staring at Leigh Anne with great interest. "And what can I do
for you, Leigh Anne? Have you finally decided to leave your current
employer and come to work for me? The offer still stands, you know."
His eyes roamed down her open blouse.
Leigh Anne sat in one of the winged-backed chairs across from his desk
and slowly crossed her legs, knowing full well that he was watching
her every movement.
"Actually, I'm here to ask you to reconsider accepting our letter
regarding Randall Manufacturing."
He laughed and put his elbows on his desk. Holding a gold pen between
his fingers, he added. "The timer's run out on that deal, and you
know it."
Leigh Anne set the letter on the end of his desk in front of her,
leaning over as she did so. His eyes moved down her chest and stared
at the tops of her breasts. She sat back in the chair again and
re-crossed her legs, feeling her skirt sliding up to where she wanted
it to be.
"It really was just a mix-up, Robert, and I know that you know that."
Leaning forward he whispered, "Of course I know that, but it doesn't
change a thing."
She was tired of playing his game already. "What would make you
change your mind and accept the letter?" She stared at him, her eyes
blue and fiery.
For a moment he looked a little shocked, but then he quickly regained
his composure and leaned back in his chair. This was about to get
interesting, he thought to himself. He looked at her, his face
expressionless. He wanted to watch her squirm a little. Actually,
that was not quite accurate. He wanted to watch her squirm a lot.
Robert had never had a problem getting himself a woman. They just
seemed to fall into his lap, and he had never minded that at all.
Hell, even his wife's friends were more than happy to let him know
that they would be his; all he had to do was ask. And sometimes he
did just that, getting an incredible blow job in someone's pool house
or a good fucking while helping the hostess with a made up chore of
some sort. They were easy to get, but this woman who sat across from
him had always eluded him.
In the past year, he had met her several times at various functions,
and each time she had been very polite; but never once had she ever
given him a glimmer of hope of getting into her pants. The more she
resisted his advances, the more he wanted her. She was one of his
very few weaknesses, and he didn't care. He wanted to see that cool
exterior withering under him, and he was going to see just that.
"What are you offering?" he finally asked.
"Anything that I'm capable of giving," she replied.
He laughed. "Does your boss know how very loyal you are to him?
Or are you screwing him silly with that hot little body of yours, and
you don't want to see him going down the big legal tube?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but there is nothing between Alan
and myself that isn't professional," she said, her tone very cool.
"I see. Well, let me just think about exactly what it would take for
me to accept that letter." He pretended to ponder it as if it were
something that he had never considered before.
Leaning forward, he tore a piece of paper from a pad and scribbled
something on it. Holding it in his hand, he looked at her and smiled.
"We're about to find out exactly how loyal to Alan you are, Leigh
Anne." He smiled and then continued, "Tonight is my wife's bridge
night, which means I have some spare time. I've written down an
address on this piece of paper. Meet me here at 7:00."
He held out the paper to Leigh Anne. She stood up and read the name
and address of a motel just outside the city limits. She looked up at
him, her face expressionless. Picking up the envelope off the desk,
she removed the two letters and handed them to him. She watched as he
unfolded them. Briefly scanning their contents, he asked, "How do I
know that, if I sign these, you'll actually show up tonight?"
"You have my word," she said, quite honestly.
He stared at her for the longest time, trying to figure out if he
should trust her or not. He actually had nothing to lose, since he
was planning on screwing Alan to the bench anyway. Picking up his
pen, he scribbled his signature across each page and handed one back
to her.
"Seven o'clock," he said. "Don't be late, and... Leigh Anne, wear
something worthy of the slut you're about to become."
~~
The quarter fell down into the slot and she dialed the number for the
office. When the receptionist answered, Leigh Anne deepened her voice
and feigned an accent, asking for Danielle. A smile formed on her
lips when she received the answer: Danielle no longer worked there,
was there someone else who could help her? She didn't answer before
hanging up the phone. A second quarter followed and she dialed Alan's
private number. He picked it up on the second ring.
"Hi, it's me," she said lightly.
"Leigh Anne," his voice sounded relieved. "What happened? The
suspense is killing me."
"I have a signed copy of the letter right here with me," she said,
barely able to contain her excitement.
"You did it? He actually backed down and signed?" Alan's voice was
laced with disbelief. "How the hell did you do that?" he asked,
laughing.
"I just told him what happened, and he said that he would give us
another chance because he believes it's what his clients would want."
Leigh Anne hoped that her story sounded believable.
"Well, I'll be damned..." Alan said slowly. "Hey, why don't you come
back to the office and we'll go out and celebrate! I think you've
earned it."
Her heart sank. She wanted nothing more than to do that. "I'm sorry,
Alan, but I have plans for tonight, and I better get moving or I'll be
late. Maybe tomorrow night?"
"Perfect," he said smiling. "I can't thank you enough, Leigh Anne. I
don't know what I'd do without you."
"Lucky for you you'll never have to find out," she said.
~~
After a long hot shower, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and
fixed her hair. Carefully she teased the ends of it, giving her long
blonde hair a fuller look. After applying her makeup, a bit more
heavily than usual, she stood back and critiqued the outcome. She
didn't think she looked too bad -- for a slut.
On the way home she had stopped at a cheap department store and
picked up a few items of clothing. She wasn't about to wear one of
her expensive pieces, and she was positive that she had nothing in her
wardrobe that would do her role justice.
With one foot on the bed, she slowly rolled the black thigh-high
stocking up her slender leg. She then slipped on the second one and
walked around a bit, not entirely convinced that they would stay
there; but they did. She opened a package with a matching black lace
bra and panty set. The material was surprisingly soft for such cheap
articles.
The panties were small and French cut, and the bra was half-cupped and
pushed her breasts up. She moved to the full-length mirror and
studied the effect. Satisfied that she looked sexy and cheap, she
took the short black dress from the bag and slipped it on. The front
was very low, showing the tops of her breasts, and there was no back
to it. The hem fell just below the tops of her stockings, and as she
walked back and forth in front of the mirror she noticed that the tops
of her bare thighs showed as she walked. The last article to come
from the bag was a shoebox that held a pair of black stiletto heels.
Once again she studied herself in the mirror and was positive that Mr.
Robert Cambellton would not be disappointed with the look she had
achieved. She didn't even recognize herself -- a good thing,
considering her plan. After she left Robert's office, several
versions of what could happen tonight had run through her mind. The
first was that, since she had what she wanted, she could just stand
him up; but that wasn't the answer. The second thought was to call
him at home, and when his wife answered she could pretend to be some
ditz from an escort service confirming his appointment for tonight,
complete with the time and location; but that wasn't the answer
either. In the final analysis, Robert Cambellton was a very powerful
man. To be in his favour could prove to be extremely useful in the
future, so her only option was to give him what he wanted. And he
wanted to be fucked by a slut, and she was going to do everything in
her power to give him that.
Donning a long black trench coat, she grabbed her purse and car keys a
nd headed out to her car to make the short trek to the motel.
~~
When she pulled into the parking lot, there were only two cars in
sight. She looked at his note again and noticed that there was a room
number on it. Lucky number 7. Parking in the middle of the lot, she
slowly got out of her car and looked for the room. Heading in that
direction, she noticed the faint glow of a light behind the shades.
As she went to knock on the door, it opened, and before her stood
Robert, smiling in a black silk robe. Apparently he wasn't planning
on wasting any time having to undress.
He moved back and motioned her in, closing and locking the door behind
her.
"Right on time," he commented. "I like promptness. Can I get you
something to drink?" he asked.
She nodded and said that anything would be fine as her eyes scanned
the room. It wasn't The Plaza Hotel, or even a Holiday Inn, but at
least it looked reasonably clean. A king-sized bed took up most of
the room, covered by a deep blue bedspread that looked as though it
had seen better days. Other than one dresser, a small chair and table
set, and one nightstand, there was nothing else in the room.
He handed her some wine in a plastic hotel cup and held his to hers.
"Here's to a night that benefits both sides of the fence," he said
with a wicked grin on his face.
She smiled at him and took a sip of the wine. The smooth liquid slid
down her throat and she smiled again. The wine probably cost more
than the room.
He studied her for a moment. The change in her appearance was quite
dramatic, now that he was close to her. It certainly didn't mean that
she looked bad, not at all. In fact, she looked extremely sexy, with
the way she'd outlined her eyes in black eyeliner and highlighted her
cheekbones just right.
"Oh, how rude of me," he said, putting down his cup, "let me take your
coat."
Leigh Anne also put down her cup. Turning her back to him, she undid
the belt. Robert slowly peeled her coat down her arms, each movement
down revealing more and more of her naked back and curvy hips. His
eyes consumed her body with appreciation.
Turning around slowly, she gave him a steamy look as his eyes
wandered, from her face to her breasts, back to her face, and then
down her body. He could feel his cock hardening against the silk
shorts he was wearing under the robe. She had dressed exactly the way
he had dreamed that she would. Not cheap looking, but recklessly
seductive. Now he was about to find out if she could live up to that
look.
"I must say that I approve highly of that look, Leigh Anne; it
certainly is quite a change. Very sexy indeed."
Leigh Anne swallowed the last of her wine. "It's rather hot in here;
do you mind if I open a window a little?"
"Not at all," he replied, moving to the bed and sitting back on it.
He put the two pillows behind him and leaned against the headboard as
Leigh Anne pulled the blinds up about 4 inches and opened the window.
She turned to him and slowly walked over to the bed, a seductive smile
on her face.
"Your wish is my command," she said in a throaty voice.
A thousand images went through his mind as he motioned her even closer
to the bed, his eyes moving lazily down her body. He fought the urge
to just grab her and fuck her senseless, for all of the casual
invitations she had declined. He smiled as he thought how much fun it
was going to be screwing, Alan's secretary and then screwing Alan in a
totally different way.
"Why don't you stand up on the bed and strip for me?" he suggested,
although it was more of an order.
Leigh Anne started to remove her shoes, but he told her to leave them
on. With a slight shrug, she crawled up onto the bed and stood up.
It was hard enough walking on the floor in the heels, but on the soft
bed proved even more difficult, causing her to sway slightly. She
looked at Robert, leaning back against the pillows with a satisfied
grin on his face, and she showed no emotion of her own. Reaching
over, he flicked on the clock radio and some soft rock sound poured
from its tiny speakers.
"Strip," he said, "and show me that beautiful body, baby."
Carefully, Leigh Anne moved across the bed and put one foot on either
side of his legs, leaving her feet about two feet apart. She closed
her eyes and put herself somewhere else, somewhere where she wanted to
be. A scene formed in her mind and the hotel became her bedroom, and
Robert became Alan. Slowly her body began to move to the music, her
hips swaying softly as she ran her hands up her thighs, over her
stomach, then up under her breasts. She opened her eyes and could
picture Alan watching her as her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed
them together, finding her nipples and pulling at them through the
thin material of the dress and bra.
Robert watched her with great interest. His eyes moved from the
fingers pulling at her nipples to her thighs, becoming more visible as
her dress moved up. He could see the tops of her thigh-high stockings
and the creamy white flesh above them. He felt his cock stir when she
pulled the dress up further to reveal a small pair of black panties
that did little to hide her sweet pussy.
With her left hand, she undid the snap that held the dress around her
neck, as her right hand moved to her inner thigh and gently stroked
the bare skin above the top of her stocking. He watched as the top of
the dress fell down, revealing a black lacey half-cupped bra that was
overfilling. Two large nipples were half-visible over their lace
captive until she leaned forward a little, allowing them to spill out
a little further over the bra. Robert groaned at the site of her long
hard nipples; he was aching to take them in his mouth and pull on them
as her fingers were now pulling on one of them. He diverted his gaze
down to between her legs, where her fingers were now rubbing the
crotch of her panties, pulling them up slightly between her pussy
lips.
"Take off the damn dress," he ordered. He kept his hands clasped on
his stomach, wanting so much to stroke his throbbing cock, but she
would do that for him soon -- that, and so much more.
Leigh Anne grabbed the hem of the dress and slowly wiggled it off over
her head and then tossed it down onto his chest. He brought the
material to his nose, smelling her sweet perfume as he watched her
start the ritual of removing her bra. Her fingers expertly undid the
front snap and very slowly she pulled the cups back and her breasts
became free. She had beautiful breasts, round and firm with large
nipples. The bra landed on top of the dress, but he was now too busy
concentrating on where her hands were to notice.
Her right hand was busy with her left breast. She pulled on her
nipple, stretching it out far and twisting it at the same time. He
listened to her moan as his eyes fell back down to her crotch, where
her other hand was gathering the material from her panties and pulling
it upwards. His heart pounded faster as he watched the material
disappear between her lips. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing
herself against the material. He couldn't stand it any longer, and he
reached down and ran his hand up and down his briefs. His throbbing
cock lurched against his palm, relieved to get some attention finally.
Leigh Anne moved up the bed, walking slowly and trying not to fall.
When she reached the high headboard, she grabbed it and looked down at
Robert, who had tilted his head back to look up. His hands were now
rubbing up and down the backs of her legs, pulling her down until her
pussy was just above his mouth. His mouth snapped up and latched onto
her lip, sucking it into his mouth as a low growl escaped his throat.
With the actions of a man crazed with desire, he pulled her down hard
onto his face, his hands moving to cup her ass cheeks and squeeze them
as his tongue snaked its way between her lips and pulled her panties
out from between them. Pushing them to the side with his nose, he
drove his tongue back in and flicked it hard against her clit before
sliding it down and poking it in and out of her quickly. He moaned at
the sweetness of the juices that flowed across his tongue.
She held the headboard tightly and moved herself back and forth across
his face, grinding her pussy against his nose, pushing down when his
tongue entered her and fucked her in sharp, quick movements. He may
be a bastard, but he certainly knew what he was doing when it came to
eating pussy, she thought. When one hand moved from her butt, she
assumed he was going to stroking his cock with it, but instead she
suddenly felt two of his fingers slam up into her dripping cunt and
mercilessly fuck her while he sucked on her clit. In just a few short
seconds her body gave out and she came hard against his face, covering
his fingers, lips, and cheeks with her cum. He replaced his fingers
with his tongue, and as she shivered and moaned, he lapped at her
pussy hungrily.
What followed next was a whirlwind of sexual desires and positions
that looked like a porno movie viewed on fast forward. He wanted to
do everything he could possibly think of, to her and with her.
He told her to suck his cock and watched through half-closed eyes as
his cock disappeared between her lips. The tightness of her lips
around his shaft, the moistness of her mouth, and the flicking from
her tongue caused him to hold the back of her head and fuck her mouth
hard. His fingers pulled on her hair as his hips rose and fell. He
didn't want to cum in her mouth, so he pulled her head off and told
her, "Turn around and get on all fours."
Wedging himself between her legs, he bent over and started nibbling on
her ass cheeks as his fingers sought out her pussy and once again
started driving into her. He pushed her front down and leaned back,
looking at her swollen pussy from behind, admiring the way her clit
stuck out from between her lips and the way her juices ran down her
thighs. With one finger he collected some cream from her cunt and
wiped it over her ass. He liked the way she tensed when he did that,
so he repeated his actions until her ass was almost as wet as her
pussy. Slowly he started to push his index finger into her tight
ass, just a little -- enough for her to know that he intended on a lot
more going there.
He looked down at his throbbing cock and though it about time that it
had a little more fun, too. Holding it by the base, he rubbed it up
and down between her lips, loving the way she was whimpering and
pushing back. In one sudden movement, he drove himself into her hard,
until his balls were pressed tightly against her lips. His hands
gripped her hips as he fucked her hard, watching her body slide up and
down the bed, feeling her tight wet cunt sucking him in and
contracting around him.
Over the next hour he fucked her hanging off the bed, over the
dresser, on the floor and against the wall. Then he made her lie on
the bed and finger herself as he tried to slow himself down. He
wanted to last for another hour, but as he watched her fingers pump in
and out of her -- as he watched her cum again -- he knew that it was
time, he couldn't wait a minute longer.
He moved up from the end of the bed, crawling up and pushing her legs
open until his knees where right against her ass. Robert reached back
and grabbed both of her ankles, pulling them up and splaying her legs
against his chest, feeling the coolness of her shoes against his neck
as his hands slide down her stockings. Leaning forward, he placed his
hands on either side of her head, his face becoming very close to
hers, and he watched her expression as he once again drove his cock
into her, leaning hard into her as he fucked her with everything he
had. Minutes later she felt his body tense and watched his face as he
shut his eyes tight and leaned his head back, letting out a howl as he
came in short jerky movements inside her.
And with that, her debt had been paid in full.
~~
The office was quiet at 7:00 in the morning and Robert loved it. It
gave him time to think about just what a lucky man he was. Last night
he had fucked a woman that we would gladly fuck over and over again,
but she'd never agree to it, considering what he was about to do.
He then smiled, thinking about this morning when Stephanie had
reminded him that they were due at a charity function tonight at 8:30,
and he was not to be late. In some strange way, he actually did love
her for more than her social status and her Daddy's money. She was
everything that he required in a wife, except that she didn't think he
needed sex more than three times a month and that was all she gave
him.
If she ever found out that the number of times he actually had sex per
month -- more like 15 -- she'd leave him in a heartbeat, so he did
everything in his power to make sure she would never find out.
Robert yelled at Liz to bring him another coffee and the Randall
Manufacturing file. His body still ached from last night -- ached in
a good way. Screwing for the body and now for a little screwing of
the mind.
~~
At 7:15, a courier brought a package to Leigh Anne's desk. It was
marked for her attention with large red print that read "personal and
confidential". She signed for the package and waited for the courier
guy to leave, closing the door behind him and locking it. From the
inner envelope she removed a stack of 8 x 10 black and
white photographs. With shaking hands, she quickly flipped through
all of them, seeing images of two people wildly enjoying the pleasures
of the flesh.
~~
Robert paced impatiently, waiting for Liz to finish typing the letter.
He waited at the printer, grabbing it the second it came out. He read
it slowly, savoring every word, thinking what a fool Alan was for not
even considering this angle. Laughing, he added his signature to the
bottom of the page and told Liz to have it delivered immediately by
one of the firm's private deliverymen.
He returned to his office and stood by the window. There was no
mistaking the satisfied grin on his face.
~~
She had just finished addressing the sealed envelope when a man
appeared in her doorway with a letter from Cambellton & Associates.
She asked the man to take a seat and wait, and offered him some coffee
while he waited. She told him that she had a package that Mr.
Cambellton was waiting for, but it wasn't quite ready yet.
Inside Alan's office with the door shut, she quickly read the letter
from Robert to Alan. Her was heart pounding hard, and she realized
that her instincts had been right.
Ten minutes later the messenger was on his way back to Robert.
~~
Robert was a little shocked when Liz handed him the package, telling
him that it had been sent back with their messenger. He waved her
away and ripped open the envelope. There was no way Alan could have
responded so quickly unless he had anticipated this move, and if that
were the case, then Robert was sunk and would have to settle out of
court as he had promised the day before.
The first thing he noticed was that the envelope was addressed to his
home address and also to "Mrs. Stephanie Cambellton" instead of
himself. He tore open the envelope and stared down at the 3 pictures
that fell onto his desk. His mouth was dry as he saw his face pushed
between a pair of thighs, him mounting a woman from behind and a pair
of shoes against his neck as his face showed all the signs of a man
having an incredible orgasm.
Beside the pictures was his earlier letter. In bright red print, the
word "REJECTED" was written across his message. He balled the paper
in his hand and swore, standing up and kicking his chair.
The little bitch. The cunning fucking little bitch! He wondered how,
and then noticed that all the pictures were taken from the same angle
and at the same level. He then remembered her opening the window and
raising the blinds a few inches.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, the satisfied
smile now a defeated frown.
~~
She admired the way that the photographer had captured Robert so
perfectly, so clearly, and yet the woman that he was with -- well, it
was hard to tell who she was, because her face was never pointed
towards the camera or her long blonde hair was in the way.
She smiled and complimented herself of finding such a low-class,
sleazeball photographer who just happened to be very good at following
instructions. He was definitely worth the money, and she promised
herself to keep him in mind for any future needs.
She returned the pictures to their envelope, right beside the
negatives, and tucked in into her purse. Humming happily, she got up
and made a pot of coffee.
~~
At 8:00, Alan was staring at Leigh Anne from across his desk and
smiling. He watched as she read his notes, and he felt his heart
flutter. It was like an awakening for him: this woman who had worked
by his side for almost four years was quickly becoming the object of
his deepest desires. He wasn't sure why or how it had started, but he
didn't question it.
Leigh Anne was what he had been waiting for, and he wondered how he
had never noticed it before. She had all the qualifications to become
the perfect wife for him, and last night he had decided to go for it.
He was tired of cheap, trampy women like Danielle who thought that by
screwing him they could worm their way into his heart. Even worse
were those women he dated who schemed, trying to pressure him into
marrying them, always lying to him and doing things behind his back
that he eventually found out about.
He leaned back in his chair and started at his future wife -- the very
beautiful, talented, and innocent future Mrs. Metcalfe. He couldn't
help but smile and feel good about his decision. There would be no
more of those other women in his life, for he was no longer blind.
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