by Anja Fuerst
Open folder by folder. All trips organized in detail. Each scheduled time. All confirmed hotels, transportation, meeting places and even possible leisure time. When she became so uptight? In Abby College he was not, however was always concerned with their commitments. Who knew, huh? But taking into account the small sample of who was my boss I clearly understood the reason for his concern to be perfect.
Again, there was a folder with some information about the trip to Greece. Damn it! I would have to go along. Just me and him, from what I understand. A private jet would pick up in a week for this trip. I had to push the images that are projected in my mind out. I could not think of things like that, not with the powerful Carter.
Yikes twice! We would not stay in hotel but a private house. What did that mean? There was nothing to indicate that the other participants of the meeting also hospedariam in the same house. Only Mr. Carter and I mean ... Mr. Carter and Abby. Did the two of them? No. I could not think that way about my friend.
The information needed to calm the beast was one of the folders. Would the company car, destined for their locomotion. It was not his own car. I needed to quickly adapt to the routine. We would go out at 14: 30h, half an hour in advance. I recently. Things happen, certainly powerful Carter would not be very happy if it came late, but Abby should know what he was doing when scheduled.
From the information office I did not know what to do. What would be more correct: to return to his office and report that already had the information or call to warn you? I bit the tip of the pen while he could not decide. That was a horrible habit he had acquired while still studying. Nothing like a pen or pencil to be savored while losing me in conflictive issues.
- Good Morning! - I heard a deep voice and startled me.
Taking the pen of the lips, I saw before me a strong man, with broad shoulders and an innocent smile. Her brown eyes were analyzing me, but nothing that was enough to make me blush. The bright, curly hair gave her an angelic look. A small dimple formed on one of his cheeks when he smiled. I remember much an angel. A cupid.
- I'm Bruno Carter, director of marketing industry, you must be Melissa Simon - reached. Promptly I offered him mine to a strong grip, even more than I expected. - Alexa will be here soon to help her. We stayed with our activities a little late because of the time she needed to be divided between the two sectors - his smile was still friendly. - I need to speak with Robert. Judging by the smile he's giving me the other side of your tank, I guess I do not need to be announced.
He turned quickly to where Mr. Carter was. I followed his gaze, just to catch a glimpse of him reviewing the papers on his desk, but he shook his head. Even standing side, could see his lips parted in a smile. Mr. Bruno Carter came a little more confiding me his words.
- Still it is better announce me. Will count as one point more for you. Robert does not like people to get into your room unannounced, so you will understand why.
- Oh! Okay - I hastened to pick up the phone.
- He's scared you so much? - He puts his hands in his pockets and turned back to Mr. Carter. Probably not want him to know what he was saying to me. I did not have time to answer.
- Yes, Miss. Simon?
- Mr. Carter, ... - stopped without knowing what to say. I looked quickly at the man next to me. - Mr. Carter, here.
I heard his husky laugh and low across the line, in addition to other higher still by my side. I looked at Mr. Bruno when he whispered to me.
- Bruno - I thought my face would catch fire.
- Mr. Bruno, Miss. Simon - Mr. Carter, the true, the mighty Carter, said the other side of the line. - And no need to be nervous, not so red. Soon Miss will understand that with so many Carter working at the same company, it is impossible to treat everyone this way.
- All right - tried my best not to apologize. - Mr. Bruno is here.
- You can send him in - off the phone noting that Mr. Carter still laugh at me.
- It is not always boring. Only when you are working - smiled shyly.
- Follow me, Srº Bruno - walked my count eight steps to the wide door of Mr. Carter room. After I retired so they could talk.
I returned to my desk in time to hear a booming laugh that identified to have come from Mr. Bruno. I did not dare look back. I enjoyed and looked for the folder indicating procedures for internal meetings. Abby had made the wonder of leaving each step perfectly explained. As the place of each glass of water, the documentation that should be allocated to each participant, and the need for a small table containing coffee, water and tea. I went to the pantry to provide everything leading up to the meeting room, leaving her as Abby had indicated.
As was still time, I checked emails. No one had told me anything about that, but Abby is a well of organization, they would be connected to the Outlook box. And they were. They were many. Various sectors. Analyzed one by one and, according to what he had read in the notes of my friend, I headed those who were relevant to Mr. Carter email.
Soon after the departure of Mr. Bruno, I could not help my curiosity. If the appointment in Greece was a trap to a tryst between Abby and Mr. Carter, I should keep the schedule or not? My face was red before you even imagine doing the question. But my boss was standing beside me, without that had realized.
- Some problem? - In certain my face the color of a tomato betrayed me.
- Ah! Yes ... - gulped. - A question ... Mr. Carter - he straightened up next to me bowing his head slightly demonstrating curiosity. - The commitments ... - cleared my throat to make my firmest voice. - Those who are scheduled. Should continue? - Eyes narrowed.
- Yes, Miss. Simon - he still did not understand where I was going.
- There is a ... ... Travel to Greece ...
He gave me a lovely smile. I had to blink several times to continue at an acceptable level of reasoning. "My God! I just say several insults to the man as he to me and now I'm here myself dazzled by her beauty. " My head was pure chaos.
- Is scheduled for you and Abgail. Now that it is impossible ... - I did not have the courage to continue. He was still smiling.
- It is an informal meeting. Usually I travel only accompanied by my desk to work - thought a bit adding. - If the lady does not feel prepared, I can ask Alexa. As will be something informal, I'll need someone just to deal with everyday matters - made a move with hands understood as something unimportant.
Anyway I was even more embarrassed besides not understand why suddenly he was being so understanding with me.
- Not alright. I can accompany you. I just thought ... - I'm sure my face was even redder by exposing what I had thought something else.
- Thought?
- That you would not want to travel with me, since I'm still inexperienced ... Here ... In the company's services - his smile revealing. He wanted to laugh at me and all my embarrassment.
- Okay then. You can pass this fax for me?
I took the paper from his hand still numbed by our conversation. Mr. Carter not added anything, leaving immediately toward his room. I turned dazed to the fax machine starting the process almost by osmosis. His smile did not get out of my head.
Half an hour later the elevator again open its doors, revealing three men and two women. The highest among them stepped forward to my desk. The man was young, blond hair, similar to the color of honey, put a little clearer. Flat and cut into a kind of organized mess. It was as beautiful as Mr. Bruno, though her beauty was nothing angelic, was more than wild. It was intimidating, but his smile made me feel at ease. He wore a dark suit. As he approached, I noticed some fine and clear traces that ran its entire length.
- Good morning, Miss. Simon.
- Good morning - I was curious for he already knew my name. I let shake my hand. His touch was soft, unlike what I imagined.
- Paul Hanson. I am the director of the parts department. I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Carter. These are Adam Simpson, director of research and development, Alec Harris, as director, Christine Jackson, responsible for intern
ational relations and Joanna White, director of construction and assembly.
All shook my hand politely. Mr. Simpson, the whole time, watching me with curious eyes. He was also very beautiful. The blond-yellow hair, perfectly smooth, was thrown to the side and had perfect blue eyes. His face was oval with small lips that looked like the figure of a heart. Rosy cheeks resembled mine when I was embarrassed. He was very well dressed in a suit too dark and smooth, but the shirt he was wearing inside was a modern cut, which left more sophisticated than others.
The women were beautiful, both middle-aged. They wore suits and cut that appeared to be comfortable. Both in black. What differentiated from each other was that Christine was blonde while Joanna was a brunette with curly hair.
- Follow me, please! - I pointed out the direction of the meeting room. After conducting all, I returned to my desk with the intention of warning to Mr. Carter, but he was already in front of me.
His eyes locked on me. It was unbearable that feeling of being invaded, how I felt when he looked at me that way. It was like being touched, the closest and most depraved way possible. He moved me, there was no denying. Worst of all: surely he knew very well. I felt my face heating up. I gulped. Mr. Carter remained silent and serious.
- All are already accommodated. You need something Mr. Carter?
- No, Miss. Simon. As you can see, this meeting is as important as the afternoon, in fact, one is linked directly to another. Nothing and no one should interrupt us. Understood?
That drastic change in mood. My God! I would have to learn to live with it or else would be crazy before completing a week.
- Perfectly, Mr. Carter.
- I discovered something about the afternoon meeting? - He pursed his lips in a pout more than sexy. It seemed that he tried not to laugh. Impulsively I lifted her face to face it. This time I had the information. I was armed and would not hesitate to shoot.
- We will leave half an hour before and will go with the company car, sir - I arched an eyebrow making it clear that he did not intimidate me more, which meant that my boss could not help the smile, but his eyes strayed from mine. - We will also have an interpreter hired previously, you will find us at the hotel at the scheduled time.
- Great. Thank you, Miss. Simon. Excuse me - I was pleased with my performance. Even with all conflicts, if we continue at that pace, it would be interesting to work with the man in the next four months.
I sat back my attention to the folders that Abby had organized on the computer. My phone rang.
- Is Nicole Carter. Robert told me that we need not stay here after hours. I'm calling to thank - I was amazed. I should thank her and not the all-powerful Carter.
- Ah! You're welcome.
- We can have lunch together. What do you think? It would be interesting. In half an hour?
- Excuse me, but I can not. Mr. Carter is meeting with Mr. Hanson and a few more people. I'll have to wait. Anyway, thanks for the invitation.
- Robert is meeting with Paul? Hmm! I believe it will take more than you think. I suggest you ask his lunch then. Surely you received a menu by email. All receive daily. He should have lunch there today, as it will have to leave at 15:00.
- Of course. I'll see - I made a note to check the menu.
- I suggest you ask your too. If Robert will have lunch in the room it is likely that you should do the same.
- Okay - I quickly over a note. - Thanks.
- You're welcome. You can see me whenever you need something. I think I see you tomorrow an hour earlier.
- I'll be here, you can be carefree. Thanks again ... Ah! MS. Carter?
- Nicole. Only Nicole. I do not need this formality - smiles relieved. I hated formalities. Distanced people.
- Could I suggest what I ordered lunch for Mr. Carter? - she laughed.
- Smartly. Point for you - laughed softly. - I think a simple salad and grilled chicken. Robert does not like heavy food before important meetings. Also ask for white wine and water - wrote down all in one block.
- Thank you, Nicole! - She was a person much easier to live with than Mr. Carter.
I tried to arrange lunch. simple salad and grilled chicken for him, tropical spaghetti for me. I did not know what was that food, but it involved white sauce, so I thought great. I asked to send in an hour and a half. If realized that the meeting would last a little longer, he warns. I took advantage of the free time to better understand the folders that were in the drawers, and understand more broadly the company's business.
The meeting ended at the exact time the lunch was delivered. I was packing everything in the pantry when I noticed movement in the boardroom. All went slowly toward the elevator. Only Mr. Simpson and Mr. Hanson were more time with my boss. They talked while I waited standing next to my desk, ready for the case they need anything.
The Srº Simpson, again, watching me intently as the other two talked averse to what happened. I was disturbed, but it seemed that he liked that reaction. I kept my eyes down to them to walk to the elevator.
- We talk at night then, Robert - Mr. Hanson said goodbye with a slap on the back of Mr. Carter.
- Of course. I'll be there - the voice of my boss was serious. Tense.
Then Mr. Carter realized that Mr. Simpson did not stop staring at me. His eyes narrowed, and for a few seconds seemed not at all satisfied. I froze. Did he think I was accepting flirting Mr. Simpson? It would be bad.
After goodbyes Mr. Carter calmly walked towards me.
- Srº Carter, arranged your lunch, I take you to your room? - He looked at me astonished. A little surprised, but made no objection.
- Yes of course.
As he returned to his room, I packed everything in a stand intended for this purpose and took the meal.
- You can stop right there, Miss. Simon - leaned against the cart next to the table and walked toward the cup. It was the time of my lunch. I was hungry.
I picked up the book he was reading and took me. It would be a lonely lunch then, nothing like a companion to improve the environment. It was an old copy of "The Mists of Avalon," I had already read twice, but it was the first thing I thought when my stock of new books over. As usual, whenever I reread those who love not to let love fade.
That was my moment: a passionate witch, a loyal warrior to his king, a fragile princess and a good-hearted king. I made a mental note to buy new, the old were leaving me very sentimental.
I served my tropical spaghetti on a plate background. I sat at the small table canopy leading with a glass of water. I opened my copy to resume where he left off the day before. I read the first three lines by the hot spaghetti in his mouth. I drank some of the water to relieve the temperature. I read five lines and when I would serve one more weight, the phone started ringing. I got angry, did not like being interrupted at meal time.
But it was Mr. Carter. I did not look back to face him. It could only be provocation.
- Yes, Mr. Carter.
- MS. Simon could join me for lunch? - Stopped frozen by the question. He was inviting me to lunch? What did it mean? - And then? - I looked around, confused. I ran my hands through his hair, trying to clear ideas.
- Yes, sir - my voice was hoarse. I had to clear his throat to return to normal. - Just a minute.
I hung up the phone immediately going to his office. I do not know if he had asked me to dine with him or just to keep him company while having lunch and explained me something. So I went to the room only to wait for what he would say. Mr. Carter watched me intently with a clear question in his eyes.
- And your lunch? .
- Ah! Of course ... Just a minute - he smiled and narrowed his eyes.
I went back to pick up lunch leaving the book on the table. I walked around the room sitting down in the same chair earlier, leaving the plate and the glass in front of me. Mr. Carter was watching me. I dared not go back to eating. In fact, anxiety to be with him had ended my hunger.
- What asked for your lunch? - He poured himself some salad.
- Who guided you to ask salad for me?
- Nicole, sir - I was embarrassed to have used the first name Miss. Carter. It was too early to intimacies. - You're not satisfied? - I was afraid of having done everything wrong. God knows how he would punish me for over one slide.
- Is not it. Only I was curious, it is what I ask it. I figured someone had helped - remained silent, watching him chew your lunch.
He was beautiful when to eat. You could really mouth watering. My eyes focused on his perfectly designed jaw. The move was charming. It gave him a savage air beyond mystic. I imagined that same movement, put in another situation and immediately blushed with my thoughts. .
- Are not you hungry? - damn it! I was visibly shaken by his presence.
- Not much - got a little spaghetti forcing me to chew.
- What was reading?
- The Mists of Avalon - could not regroup my thoughts.
- Fantasy? - The fantastic crooked smile was playing on his lips. - It's what you like?
Something in the way he said "fantasy" made me wonder what kind of talked. I'm sure I blushed again.
- I like to read.
His enigmatic gaze evaluated me. It seemed he could see beyond my clothes. It was as if I were undressing. Slowly. Savoring every detail of my body. I sighed breaking the effect of his gaze on me.
- We have a large library. Nicole will show you. I also like to read, but have not had much time to issues that are not geared to the interests of the company.
- I understand ... It should not be easy.
-. It's not - I beheld her eyes lost nothing. With a long sigh Mr. Carter went back to eating.
- You're young - dare to say. He gave a low, short laugh. - How old is?
- Thirty-six.
I was only 24 years old. We did not seem so different. Mr. Carter appeared to be younger, despite the pose that sported. Anyway, he was really too young to occupy that position.
