by Carly White
“What’s wrong Fiona? Is it bad news?”
“No, I mean, I don’t know. It’s a job offer for Castroy’s company. They are looking to hire an actuary to help with management decisions.”
“Wow, that’s a huge company. What is the salary looking like?”
Fiona slid the top paper to her and her eyes widened. “Wow that is a very generous offer. I would already be on my phone accepting it if I were you.”
“Yeah, but this was the guy I was talking about.”
“Wait, you never told me that it was Carl Castroy.”
Fiona read the rest of it and started to flip through the paperwork. “Lucky bitch. Why would Castroy Inc. need an actuary?”
“Most large businesses use them to get the probabilities for certain decisions. How is your job hunting going?”
“I’ve got something lined up, so I am good to go. I’m really glad to see that you are getting yours lined up as well. I didn’t even know you had applied with them.”
“I hadn’t. I don’t know what this is about. I can’t work for him.”
“Why? Because of a kiss?”
“It wasn’t just a kiss.” It wasn’t to Fiona anyway. She didn’t know how Carl felt about it or if he felt anything at all, but it hadn’t been just a kiss to her. To Fiona it had been something more to make her body react in such a way.
“I swear you are pining for him. You haven’t gone out. Lenny said that you would barely look at him through the date and then you took off as soon as the bill came.”
“He’s just not my type.”
“Yes he is.”
“Well not anymore.” Fiona was not looking for the easily agreeable man anymore that would do whatever she wanted. She wanted the firm hand that Carl had shown.
She sighed and put the papers down. “There is no way I can take this job anyways.”
“Why?”
“It would be wrong considering what happened between us.”
“Don’t let one little kiss keep you from a job you may love and pays really good.”
Fiona nodded and she wanted to take it, but the benefits and wage did not make her feel that way. It was the man who had signed the bottom of the letter. It was Carl that she wanted and she knew that if she accepted it, she would be agreeing to some things between them that had been mentioned before. Fiona still thought about his comment about her scurrying to her knees when he wanted. Biting her lip, she picked it back up and dialed the number.
Chapter 6
“Mr. Castroy. You have a call on line 5, says it’s Fiona Avie about a job offer. I don’t see anything that went out to her, but she said it was sent by you.”
“Yes Katie, thank you.”
“Sir, did I miss a proposal being sent out last week?”
“No, no Katie. It’s fine. It was sent out afterwards, out of normal channels.”
The woman paused on the intercom and then the green light turned red. There had been several days that had passed since he had sent it out. She’d had it over three days before she called. Carl figured she would have called sooner, just proving that he had a ways to go with her, to get her how he wanted her.
“Yes, this is Carl.”
“Hi, this is uh Fiona. I don’t know if you remember me.”
How could he not? “Yes of course Fiona. How are you?”
“Good Sir, thank you. I was calling about this pay packet and job offer I got in the mail from you. I didn’t realize you were hiring.”
“I’m always looking for good people. Someone like you could do great things for the company.”
There was a silence on the other end, like she was chewing it all over, but something was holding her back. “Is this because of what happened between us?”
“What do you mean? My people always recruit from USC and you had the highest GPA in your class this year. I also happen to need an actuary, so I thought it was good luck that I already knew you.”
“Oh.” He smiled to himself with her slight sound of disappointment. “It doesn’t have a start date.”
“Be here in the morning, the address is printed on the bottom of page seven.”
“Okay. You know I don’t graduate for another three weeks right?”
“I have your schedule and we will work around it until then.”
It seemed like he had thought of everything and though he was being professional to the letter, she wished the other Carl was back. She was sure that she was just thinking about it too much. “I appreciate the job. I’ve been looking for a while and hadn’t found anything where I could stay in the area.”
“We’ll be glad to have you. See you at eight.”
He hung up without another word and she was left staring at the phone, still a bit confused. What had just happened? And Fiona still wasn’t sure what the offer entailed. Was she just looking into it more than she was supposed to? It was a job, nothing more. That is what she kept telling herself anyways, while she hoped for something more in the back of her mind.
Fiona told her roommate later that evening and she let her take her out to celebrate. It was a huge weight lifted off of her shoulders and she felt like it was the first time she had been able to relax in a long while. All of her hard work was paying off and soon she would just transition into working life. It was something that some of her classmates that graduated would struggle with in a few weeks and Fiona had been worried about it as well.
Now she was pretty carefree and she found herself wanting some attention. Her first instinct was to call Carl, the object of her affection, but it was just business with him, even if she had to keep reminding herself of it. With the drinks flowing and her inhibitions down, Fiona found herself kissing a man from the college that she had seen a few times, but never really fancied in that way. It was amazing what a little liquor could do for the shyness though, as well as physical attraction to another.
When he wanted more than some hot kisses and touching, she realized that even in her state, she still didn’t want that from anyone else but Carl. She excused herself and Jimmy was left with a hard-on and a shocked face. Finding Debra in a similar position, she saved her from her one night stand that Fiona was still sober enough to see was not the Fabio that her friend thought he was.
They made it back home and Fiona passed out, tired and not used to drinking. She set her alarm for the morning and she went to bed thinking of Carl and what working with him would be like.
***
“Come on Fiona. It’s seven thirty and you’ve got to get up.”
Fiona mumbled to Debra, turning over and covering her face. Her head was pounding and the light blinded her eyes when she tried to open them. “It’s not that late, is it?”
“Yes, your alarm clock has been going off for an hour.”
Fiona cursed and sat up, checking the clock to make sure that Debra wasn’t messing with her. She was late and it would take twenty minutes to get to the Castroy main building. She got up and ran to the shower. She didn’t have time to wash her hair, but she had to rinse off the night before at least. Fiona grabbed clothes and jerked them on. She forgot several things, but she just brushed her hair and ran out the door. It was in traffic that she got to smooth her hair down, unable to put it up with the little time she had. Putting on a little eye makeup and lip gloss, she sighed to herself, it was as good as it was going to get, certainly not the first impression that she wanted to make.
She parked as close as she could to the front and with only a couple of minutes to spare, she made it to the fifteenth floor as the papers had suggested. Fiona was expecting a receptionist or someone else to talk to about it, but it was Carl’s floor and he apparently had the whole thing. The elevator opened up into a large, open room. There were a couple of smaller desks to one side, but the large desk facing the opened doors is what caught her attention. The man sitting behind the desk certainly got her attention more than anything else.
“Morning Fiona. You’re late.”
“Sorry Sir.” He
r eyes flicked to the clock and it said she was two minutes late. Surely he couldn’t be upset about that. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to meet with the accounting team or what, but this is where the paper said to go.”
“You are in the right place Fiona, but I would like to get your tardiness out of the way.”
It was two minutes, not twenty. “I like to take care of issues immediately, as soon as they arise.”
She nodded, though the conversation was making her uncomfortable. He was acting like she had broken a mortal sin, his eyes dark. “Come here Fiona.”
Fiona walked forward, her hand moving from her hair that she was twirling in her fingers. It was a habit that came when she was nervous and every time she was around him, Fiona felt butterflies in her stomach. Stopping in front of the desk, she had the feeling that she was going to be scolded in some way.
“I expect all employees to be prompt for their duties.”
The place didn’t open till nine, but she didn’t mention that. “I want your panties.”
She kind of smiled for a second. “What is with you and my panties?”
He didn’t crack a smile, all serious. Fiona should have walked away, it was highly inappropriate, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to shock him as he seemed to be like shocking her so much. “I can’t do that Sir.”
“It’s Carl, no need for Sir. Why not?”
“Because I don’t have any on.”
His face jerked a little and his eyes got darker as he looked at her. She watched him swallow hard and take his time back up to her eyes. “Why?”
“I forgot them.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She pulled her skirt up and then down quickly, flashing him a bit of her bareness. “You still haven’t given me back the last pair anyways. It was not included in the pay packet.”
Fiona was trying to remind him that he was her boss, not a boyfriend. “I think there is room for those types of expenditures.”
“There is Sir, but I am not sure you will find it on my duties as your actuary.”
“Surely you have done the math.”
“So you don’t want me for a job?”
“I do, but your duties will include far more than statistics.”
He had gotten up from behind the desk and was walking towards her. Her body shivered slightly, but she didn’t let him know how he affected her. “And what other duties are those Sir?”
“It’s Carl, Fiona. And I think you are testing me.”
She turned around as he came up behind her. Carl had the barest hint of a grin on his face, paired with intense dark eyes that bored into her. “Not at all. I already did that and now I want to reap the benefits of finding you.”
He didn’t make sense, but she had long since stopped listening to his words. He was so close to her and again, she wanted the kiss. Fiona knew that he wasn’t going to give her one though, he like leaving her out to dry as he toyed with her.
Chapter 7
Carl’s hands touched her cheek softly and then moved to her hair. He had a fascination with it, the way the light caught it and the feel of the silky strands in his fingers. Forgetting why he was in front of her for a moment, he looked down at her, her lips trembling as she waited.
He moved to kiss her, dying to do it again since the last time they had been that close. Fiona’s lips were soft and yielding to him. Carl groaned and pressed against her. Her body was just as soft and yielding as her lips, melting against him as he pressed into her.
Pulling back, he whirled her around, pressing her front down to the desk. Her ass moved up, rubbing against his hardness. His hand held her down for some time, until her own movements pushed against his hardness in a slow, steady pace. His hands moved to either side of her hips and became more focused in his thrusting against her. He pulled away before he forgot himself again.
Hiking up her skirt, her bare ass came into view and he groaned. His hand went to her cheek, rubbing the shaking flesh with his palms. Her head came up as he pulled back and then slapped her cheek hard. Carl saw her hands grip the edge of the desk for a moment longer than she had to. “Dammit Carl, what are you doing?”
He answered her with another smack on her ass that made her cry out. It was just too sudden, the change in sensation and then he was gone, moving back to his seat like nothing had happened. “Just be on time Fiona. There are reports to go through on your desk over there. Let me know if you need anything.”
She stood there for a few seconds, staring back at him while she got up. Fiona pulled her skirt down and turned towards the desks that she had seen when she first came in. This was her first day at work and it was nothing that she had expected. How could she think it would have turned into that?
Her ass still burned slightly as she took her seat and Fiona knew that her cheeks must be blazing red. She stared at the numbers in front of her, all in perfect little rows, but she couldn’t really see them, the typing blurring together as her eyes closed for a moment. She kept asking herself, then and through the day, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
***
Fiona was always early, the boss’ incentive to keep her there on time had paid off and Fiona was sometimes there before he was, having to wait for him to unlock the place. She had only half days most of the time, still having to go to her afternoon classes, but it was never like the first time. Carl still had the dark lust in his eyes, but there was no speaking of it and his actions were always professional. She started to wonder why the sudden change and she found herself missing his touch, wishing he would touch her again, even if it was a firm slap on the ass.
“Fiona.”
“Sir?”
His jaw set as he gritted his teeth. She still didn’t like to call him by his name and it was partly because it seemed to bother him. Maybe Fiona was doing it without realizing it, with the goal that he would touch her again.
“It’s Carl. Fiona. I keep looking for my father when you say that.”
“Sorry. What did you need Carl?”
“I need you to finish that report for the meeting Monday.”
She nodded. “Yeah I was just going to take it home for a bit and email it to you later this evening.”
“That doesn’t suit me. Finish it here and then leave it on my desk.”
“Yes Sir.”
He walked away a little stiff and she stifled her amusement from his discomfort. But her mirth was gone quickly as she sat back down. She had to call Debra and tell her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to the party.
“You said you were going to be there. I want you to meet Eddy. You are really going to like him.”
“I’ve got to finish these reports and then I will be there as soon as I can. Promise.”
“Fine but remember, you promised.”
Fiona made the same promise again and got back to work when she hung up. It took her two more hours to get everything done and printed. She walked to his desk and set it down on there. He was long gone and it still irked her that he wouldn’t let her go and her bothered her even more that he didn’t seem like he wanted to add any other duties to her list of things to do. Fiona was getting bored with numbers.
She did something she knew she shouldn’t, but it just occurred to her before she left. It was completely out of spite, but it made her smile to think about what he would do when he found her extra part of the report. It was not like her, spending most of her days being square, but with Carl, it was different and she didn’t want it to stop. She had to remind him of what he really wanted.
Chapter 8
Carl was early to work morning. It was Saturday, but he was always there on the weekends. A business owner usually didn’t have the luxury of two whole days off a week. And to Carl, it just seemed to be a waste of time. There were very few things that he would rather do than make money, though he was reminded of one when he got to work.
Everything was in order, the alarms on and the lights out, but when he got to the t
op floor and closer to his desk, he saw something red on top of it. He couldn’t figure out what it was until he got closer and then he just stopped several feet before he got there. It was her panties, set on top of her report. He didn’t have to guess who’s they were, he knew. But why she had done it remained a mystery to him. There was no note to help him out, but it was hers as he felt the thin fabric. Who else would have the nerve but Fiona?
He wanted to call her, to go to her, but Carl had work to do. It was a strange feeling though, to want someone so much. It had been a long time since he had looked forward so much to Monday morning. Fiona dominated his thoughts through the weekend and he had to stop himself several times from calling her, making her come in and give him what he wanted.
Sunday night Carl was restless and since nothing else gave him any pleasure, he went about tracking her down. Her roommate said that she was still at work and he didn’t realize what she meant. “You know, the library.”
Carl didn’t know she was still working there and he wondered why. Did she have one foot in and one foot out, not sure how it would work out between them? The thought bothered him and he decided not to go find her. He didn’t want to push too far too fast, afraid then that she would just quit and go somewhere else. Carl didn’t like the idea that he would actually lose her and even thinking that bothered him in a way.
He went home instead, sulking about what was going on. Carl was not used to feeling out of control of pretty much anything, especially not some young, smart-mouthed girl. She was testing him and it was unfamiliar territory for him.
***
Monday morning came and Fiona was surprised that she hadn’t heard from Carl all weekend. She started to worry that someone else had found her surprise or he was going to find them minutes before she got in. She dressed carefully, making sure to put on all the proper things and keep her dress conservative. Fiona also went back to her tight bun, feeling more put together in her usually clothes. She had made some changes to her wardrobe for Carl, but she was back to her bookish ways a week later.
