by Gray, A L
Reading
Well, she's certainly self-assured, 'she prefers to work alone', don't we all? I take a moment and laugh to myself. I read over her C.V. a few more times, just to grasp an idea of what she may be like in person. I think she may be extremely confident, she comes across that way here on her C.V. I collect my office phone and call my PI.
"Mr. Darks, what can I do for you?" He says.
"Hello, Mr. Aksham. I want to know if you have an up to date report on, Anile Gooden?" I ask curiously.
"Of course I do. I keep regular tabs on her, Mr. Darks. Would you like a copy?"
"Yes, e-mail it to me now."
"Very well."
I hang up and sit staring at my screen, awaiting the e-mail. And thankfully I don't have to wait long, it pings within minutes.
From: Aksham - Private Investigators
Date: 28/02/2012
Subject: Anile Gooden
As you have requested, here is an updated report regarding Miss Anile Gooden.
Gathered Information
Address and Contact information
Job
Health
Qualifications
Hobbies
Relationship Status
Criminal Convictions
Sincerely,
Aksham
Mr. Aksham
Miss Anile Gooden
- Address and contact information
Whitehouse Apartments, 9 Belvedere Road, London, SE1
07777744437
[email protected]
- Skills and/or employment
Non Masters Lawyer, complete pass
Recently graduated university from the University of Cambridge, class of 2012
Currently unemployed
Holds a full UK drivers licence but does not have a registered car
- Family
Mother - Fraya, living / Father - Deuce, living
- Criminal convictions
None
- Illness's
None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
- Relationships
Currently single and living alone
- Hobbies
Swimming
Pianist - award winner
Reading
I seize my chin in shock. Jesus, she's changed a little. Her hobbies used to be... different. I shake my head. I suppose that comes with age. I wonder how good she is on the piano? A strange ache fills my chest - I wonder if she plays like my Mother did? I have to hear her play. one day, I desire it.
I collect my phone and call Hester, my second receptionist - I absolutely adore her, confidentiality is her greatest trait.
"Hester?" I ask, I didn't hear a ring tone and the phone is silent.
"Yes, Mr. Darks?" She says.
"That was quick, I didn't even hear a dial tone set in." I joke.
"Sorry, Mr. Darks. I picked up the phone to call someone and heard your voice."
I laugh a little. "That's okay. Are you busy? I need you in my office."
"No, I'm not busy. I will be one minute, I'm just coming up to see Jezebel."
"Okay, thank you Hester." I shut down the phone.
I patiently wait for Hester at my desk, but the silence and lack of work is forcing my mind to over think. I get to my feet and pace my office, across the Masonic floor and past the vast window, hoping to somehow busy myself - it doesn't work, I start to run my mind over Anile. I cannot believe she's applying to work for me - what are the chances? This woman has been my life's mission; to protect her, take care of her, maybe even love her one day. Hester walks into my office unannounced and catches me pacing.
"Mr. Darks, are you okay?" She asks while walking towards me. She stops just in front of me and eyes me suspiciously for a moment.
I seize my forehead. "I'm fine Hester." I say deadpan. "Can you get the phone - off of my desk - and call Anile Gooden. Here are her details." I pass her Anile's C.V. "Tell her I want to interview her for the internship position, but that I can only make time for today."
"Mr. Darks, we haven't run a vital check on her." She says confused.
"It does not matter, I want her here, today." I order.
She raises her perfect eyebrows at me in question. "Okay, Mr. Darks."
We both walk over to my desk and she collects the phone. I stand peering over her shoulder, and for the first time ever, I strangely feel a little nervous.
"Is this her file?" She asks.
I roll my eyes at her - what else would I have given you? Stupid woman.
"Yes. Call her, now." I order. "Tell her to be here at eleven a.m. And put it on loud speaker."
"Okay."
She presses the speaker button and I hear it, her dial tone. My heart is battering against my chest, it almost physically hurts. This is a strange feeling.
"Hello, Anile Gooden, speaking. How can I help you?" Oh her voice, it's tender, young and sweet - like her.
"Hello, Miss Gooden. This is Ms. Prynne, calling from Darks Lawyers. I am calling to invite you to attend an interview today at eleven a.m. I understand that it's short notice but one of the partners saw your Curriculum Vitae and they are looking forward to meeting with you, but they can only make time today."
There is a short pause, and for a moment, I wonder if someone else has offered her a job. I mean, the woman is stunning, obviously smart, and just ticks all the boxes for a perfect little thing.
"Yes," she breathes down the speaker, "I will be sure to attend, thank you. Would you like me to arrive early?"
I swallow hard and remove my jacket because I'm heating up; I toss it over my chair.
"Yes, please do arrive early, twenty minutes early if you can. If you could insure you have your Curriculum Vitae at hand, it would be very appreciated. Do you know your way here?"
"Yes, I do, thank you."
"That's brilliant Miss Gooden. Once you enter Darks Lawyers, you will see a block of lifts - please take lift number three to the twentieth floor, turn right, and then follow the white hall all the way to the end where you will see a sign for internship interviews."
"Excellent, thank you again and see you soon." She says in an angelic voice.
Once Hester sets down the phone, I start my demands.
"Right, call the partners and tell them of the interview. Tell them to cancel all other appointments. And get the internship interview sign ready."
Hester frowns. "But, Mr. Darks, don't you want me to interview her? I always conduct internship interviews."
"No, if I wanted you to, I would have asked."
"Are you sitting in?" She asks confused.
"Um... no." I shake my head viciously. I don't think I can, she may recognize me. I'll watch her on camera. Once she signs her contracts when I give her the job, then I will meet her.
"Okay, as you wish, Mr. Darks."
THE MORNING IS SLOW, viciously slow. Strangely, I seem to have lost my concentration, and I damn well know it has something to do with Anile. I peer at my watch, it's almost ten, she will be here in one hour, and I'd like to visually see her in person before suffering watching her only on camera. I quickly slip into my suit jacket and make my way down to the first floor of my building. I pass Jezebel in the lobby. We make no comments to one another, and to be fucking blank, I appreciate her silence for once - the woman has a mouth like a boat horn.
I enter the lift and pace in perfect motion, mentally counting my steps across the steel floor; one, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. The door pings open, and before I have a chance to step out, my heart unexpectedly crashes. Anile is standing in the centre of the white entrance lobby of Darks Lawyers. She's just staring at everything in dismay, she looks taken with the place. I take a large breath. My god, she's stunning, as I knew she would be, dressed in a powerful black suit. It doesn't suit her - I laugh to myself - she's so tiny and angelic looking, she should be wearing dresses. I press the stop button on the lift and just watch her. After a few moments, she makes her way
into the cafeteria. I take a steely step out of the lift and follow after her. I was not planning on revealing myself to her, not just yet, but I cannot help myself, she's just so... desirable. I watch her tiny hands graze the white cafeteria tables as she passes them by, and I cannot be completely sure, but, I think she's giggling to herself - she sounds like a four year old. I roll my eyes while following after her. She's now at the counter ordering a coffee. I stand behind her and just inhale her scent. Fuck! I squeeze every muscle I possess as her scent infects my system; she smells of jasmine, sweetness mixed with... I inhale further... talcum powder! That's not right, surely? I frown. I gaze at her golden blonde ponytail - I'd like to pull at that and force her to look at me.
“Hello there, what can I get you?” My cafe staff asks her.
She's just looking up at the counter; she's so tiny, I cannot believe how small she is, like a sweet little Princess.
“Um, there are so many!” Anile mutters, I think to herself.
“Perhaps a latte?” I ask.
The words are out of my mouth before I have mental permission. She turns to face me. I do nothing, literally, I'm frozen in place. My goodness, she is even better looking close up - she's beautiful! - her skin is flawless and translucent white with not a single blemish. I swallow hard. The way her ice blue eyes are dancing all over my body, it's... shit, she has to stop that! I'm already mentally doing impure things to her! Strangely, she smiles and looks embarrassed. She blushes a perfect shade of pink, just around her high cheek bones.
"What are you smiling at?" I whisper. I have no choice but to smile back at her; I'm curious, too curious.
“Um, nothing," she says shy, "yes, a latte, would, will, be great, thank you.” She says small with uncoordinated words. She's still gazing at me with a wondrous look on her face. She's not as confident as I thought she would be, I'm a little shocked. I quickly gather myself.
“Very good." I nod at my staff to fetch Anile a coffee. "Here on business?”
“A, an, um, an interview for an intern.” She stutters.
I have to grasp every ounce of strength I possess to insure I don't laugh - she's affected by me, good!
"What time is your interview?" I ask.
"Um, eleven."
“What level - do you know your way? People tend to get lost here.” I joke.
I lean closer to her, insuring my arm catches hers. My hardihood expression quickly fades as I feel a bolt of something, electricity, I think. Fuck, what the hell is this? The shock brings my mind to think of a cattle prod - I wonder how she screams? Fuck, stop this Darks, look at the damn girl! You would ruin her!
"Level twenty, and um, yes, thank you, Sir."
I inhale sharply and heed my breath. "Sir?" I whisper to myself unknowingly. A perfect submissive - who would have thought it? And soon to be a Lawyer.
"Sorry, um -" She starts to say.
I stare at her, but she doesn't carry on with what she was saying, she drops her gaze and stares at the white floor. What's wrong with her? An unfamiliar pang attacks my chest - I've somehow upset her. I try to get back on track to salvage her beautiful penetrating gaze.
"Is your interview with Mr. Darks?"
She quickly collects herself. “I hope not, after what I’ve read up on him!” She tries to joke.
She catches my gaze again, she looks so angelic shrugging her shoulders.
“And what do the writers of today have to say about him?” I ask intrigued.
“They call him the Bastard of Law; rude I know, and hopefully not true." She whispers.
She starts to blink rapidly while I roll my eyes at her. I laugh a little but inside, I want to spank the shit out of her for her audacity. I should by all means, empty this cafeteria, bend her over the counter and slap her little arse until I feel better. I wonder if she would get wet while I spank her? I come back from my delicious daydream.
“Good luck, Miss?” I say. It's all I have, and I had to think that up! The very next words out of my mouth were going to be, 'are you ready for a good hiding?' But I manage to hold my tongue.
My staff passes Anile's coffee over the counter. Anile reaches for it but I take it before she has a chance, and thank god I did! Jesus that's hot. I need to look into these cups before someone gets burnt.
“Anile." She says, giving me her name. "It's nice to meet you, Mr.?” She says while looking up at me.
I shake my head in dismay - is this really happening? I try to hold the coffee for as long as I can so she doesn't burn herself, but time is moving along, and I don't want her knowing how much I desire her. I pass her the coffee, but I'm ready to catch it encase it burns her tender skin. Our fingers slightly touch, and I feel it strongly, a deep pulsing sensation deep within me. Fuck, I have to have her, I have to taste her sweetness.
"Be careful not to burn yourself." I say while trying desperately to gather my grotesque thoughts. "Put that on my account." I order my staff.
Anile just stares up and down my body, and I cannot help but smile. Yes, Princess, I want to eye you from head to toe, but not in that suit.
I pocket my hands and have no choice but to walk away from her; if I stay one more minute, I will drag her up to my office, bend her over my desk and fuck the living shit out of her.
I'M UNCOMFORTABLY SAT at the long mahogany meeting table with my partners, Abigail Pinch, Jason Baxtor, Mark Ingleton, and Edward mailing. Jason is a prick, I cannot stand the fucking bloke, but my father makes the big decisions around here - not me. My decision to sit in on this interview was not thought-out lightly, but I just cannot help myself. I want to play with Anile, she has awakened something in me, and I like the way I'm feeling.
Hester pushes open the office door and I hold my breath. Anile freezes at the door, ha, yeah, I've got your card marked Gooden! Let the games begin! I almost want to rub my hands together.
“Miss Gooden, you can go in.” I hear Hester tell Anile.
I gaze at my partners - they look confused to say the least. I roll my eyes at them all.
"Ms. Prynne, I've forgotten my Curriculum Vitae!" I hear Anile mutter worried.
I feel guilty already - she's so tiny and angelic looking. How will I tease her? Can I tease her without giving in? Never before have I failed myself at taking what I want, but she raises questions I never thought I'd ask myself.
"Don't worry Love, I am sure they have a copy." Hester assures her.
I point over to Abigail and lower my gaze at Anile's C.V. I'll give the poor little Princess a copy of her C.V. if it makes her feel better. I wave my hand at my partners, urging them to stand. They all eye me like, what the fuck, but I narrow my eyes at them all. We all rise to our feet and Anile's colour instantly vanishes from her face - not only is she pale, but she's an off shade of grey. She makes her way towards the meeting table, still eyeing us cautiously.
“Hello, I'm Anile Goo.” She starts to say but I cut her off.
“They know who you are Anile.” I say deadpan.
She flushes on cue and looks like she's about to faint again. Somehow though, to my complete surprise, she doesn't faint, she gives me a weak smile. I almost smile back at her but I seize my persona. I walk around the meeting table and extend a hand to her. She takes my grip; her little hand is trembling. Jesus, this woman is going to be the perfect submissive.
“I am Mr. Elijah Darks. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Gooden.”
I hunch down to peer into her ice blue eyes. Yeah, she was not expecting that!
"This cannot be happening." I think I hear her whisper.
Oh it is happening, Princess.
I release her hand. “Sit here Miss Gooden.” I motion for her to sit next to me.
She obeys like a good little Princess. Fuck me! My cock twitches involuntarily. I need to smile at her, I need to show her that she is pleasing me greatly. I don't smile fully, I only flash a hint of teeth. I cast my eyes over to Abigail, hinting for her to give Anile a copy of her C.V.
"Miss Gooden." Abigail
says.
She passes Anile her C.V and a set of minutes. Anile takes them both with a shaky hand. Poor girl. Without introducing anyone else - they are only here for presentation - I face Anile fully.
“Miss Gooden, why do you want to become a lawyer?” I ask.
I want to keep this short and sweet, I may ask one more question, and then, I'll ask her to leave, and hopefully leave her in needy desperation.
“I enjoy the challenge that is set upon lawyers on a daily basis. I like to test myself and encourage myself, but most of all, I like winning, Mr. Darks.” She says without a stutter.
I raise my eyebrows - fuck me, I was not expecting that. Beautiful, intelligent, and a smart mouth - oh what I will one day do with that mouth.
“What was your chosen law subject in your first year of university?” I say sarcastically. This will get her.
She frowns. “Would you prefer to know my speciality throughout my degree, Sir?”
Her backchat annoys me instantly. Don't stop your perfect submissive role now Princess!
“No. I will not repeat myself Anile.” I narrow my eyes at her and I keep them locked on her until she answers me - I know my gaze will make her fidget - I don't want her to lose her submissive trait this damn quickly!
“Marital rape.” She squeaks.
"So have you actually ever worked a real case?" Jason mutters.
She quickly gazes between my partners, she looks confused and now I feel bad for her.
"Um, no, Sir." She whispers.
"And yet, you expect us to hire you? Please, I think you are wasting our time. We are not for child's play."
Fire burns inside my gut. Who the fuck does he think he's talking to? I turn away from Anile and graze the table with my elbows.
"Speak to her like that again and you will find yourself unemployed!" I warn.
He looks shocked beyond belief. Yeah, you fucking heard me, prick!