Little Women Box Set

by Chloe Carpenter

  "What's all this about?" asked Samantha.

  "Haven't a clue," said Laura. "Do you know anything about it, Anna?"

  Anna sighed. "Yes. I had a call last night. There's quite a large sum of money missing from the till - our till - so we need to get to the bottom it it."

  "Oh dear," said Evie. "Well I hope there's some rational explanation - we're always so careful with the cash, aren't we?"

  Anna nodded. "Here they come, and hatchet-face with them." She was referring to Celia, who strutted in with her usual air of superiority.

  Mrs Jones outlined the situation. "I'm afraid we have to take this very seriously indeed, given the amount of money that is missing."

  "Yes. We'll hold our own internal investigation and then call the police in to charge the culprit," said Celia. Her gimlet eyes scanned the row of catering staff.

  "That may not be necessary, Celia," said Kathy. She gave her former supervisor a disapproving look. Addressing the group, she continued. "This sort of thing is always distressing and I'm sorry to put you through any unpleasantness. However, we do need to find out exactly what happened, and of course we need to recover the missing money as soon as possible."

  "Of course," agreed Anna. "We'll be entirely co-operative."

  "Thank you. Right. Can we begin by determining whether the food counter was manned throughout the day? Was there any time when there were no staff in attendance?"

  Evie shuffled uncomfortably. "I was on my own for part of the afternoon. We were very short staffed yesterday, and I was covering the till and the counter."

  "Did you leave the counter for any reason?" asked Kathy.

  Evie thought for a moment. "I cleared the tables at one point, when all the customers had gone, but the till was always within my sight and I saw no one near it."

  "Okay, thanks Evie." Kathy scribbled something down on a notepad.

  "I - I did leave the counter unattended briefly, just for a minute or two," faltered Evie. "It was when Celia came in around 4pm wanting a sandwich made from granary bread. We didn't have any on the stand so I went to check in the kitchen."

  Celia and Kathy exchanged glances. Celia looked smug and stared at Evie. "I think you must be mistaken, Evie. I had yesterday afternoon off. I checked out at 2pm."

  "What? But ... but you didn't. I saw you!" Evie said.

  "I'm afraid what Celia said is true," said Kathy. "I saw her leave."

  "But - she was there," said Evie. A horrible feeling washed over her. "Tell her, Celia."

  "I'll do nothing of the sort. I left the building at 2pm. Why, I even had a chat with the security guard as I left. He'll vouch for me, as well as Kathy." So you're screwed, bitch. No-one saw me come back in through the fire escape door.

  Taking control of the situation, Kathy thanked the catering staff and dismissed them, but kept Evie back for another little chat. With a sinking feeling, Evie watched her colleagues leave. Her lower lip began to tremble. How she wished Dylan were here. He would know what to do.

  "I haven't taken anything, Kathy," she said stiffly. "Not a penny. I would never do anything like that, never," she declared vehemently."

  "Of course not," said Kathy in a soothing tone. She liked Little Evie and didn't doubt the girl for a minute. "However, I'm sure you must realise that we have to investigate the matter further?"

  Evie nodded, her brown eyes filling with unshed tears. "Yes," she whispered.

  So it was that the four of them went to the staff cloak-rooms. Mrs Jones smiled sympathetically at Evie. Like Kathy, she was of the opinion that Evie wouldn't have stolen from the store.

  Kathy approached Evie's locker. She took out the spare key. "We'll start the search here, Evie, if that's ok?"

  "Of course," said Evie. She tried to keep the tremor out of her voice but didn't quite succeed.

  Kathy began to systematically remove things from Evie's locker - bag, jacket, book ... out they came. Then the empty bottle of mineral water. And then ... "Oh," said Kathy flatly as she caught sight of the wad of notes stashed at the back.

  "Oh," repeated Mrs Jones. This was not what she had expected to find.

  Evie's eyes grew round with shock. "I didn't put that there. I didn't. I didn't! Please - you have to believe me!"

  "Tell that to the police," said Celia.

  "Please!" Evie was frantic. Cold terror gripped her and she felt physically sick. "It wasn't me! I don't steal!" What was worse was the sad and disappointed look in Kathy's eyes. They all thought she was a thief. With a sob, Evie acted on impulse. She snatched her bag from Kathy and ran ... ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. She ran out of the store and through the shopping precinct. All she wanted was to get as far away from the place as she possibly could. A bus was just about to pull out from the bus station. Evie jumped on it and sat panting for breath, uncaring of where it was taking her.

  She sat there in stunned silence, her heart racing, her mind desperately trying to make sense of events. She knew she shouldn't have run away, but right now she didn't care. She didn't care about anything. The bus carried on, mile after mile, passengers alighting and disembarking at intervals. Evie paid no heed. She was lost in her thoughts, distracted at last by the bus driver's voice intruding on her misery.

  "Terminus, Miss."

  "Oh." Evie stumbled off the bus. She looked around, not knowing where she was. And then she recognised the place. It was the pretty little village she had visited when she went on her disastrous walk, the day she met Dylan. Robotically, she began retracing the steps of her walk, but this time she took no pleasure in it, and paid no attention to the scenic countryside.

  Much later, she trekked up the steep hill and climbed the old stone wall, and once again found herself in the field of long grasses, cowslip and meadowsweet. She flung herself down on the ground and she sobbed and sobbed her heart out, deep gut-churning cries that were carried on the breeze for no one to hear.

  ---oOo---

  "I'll call security," said Celia. "Get them to go after her. And we should call the police - get the little madam charged with theft."

  "Very well," said Kate resignedly. And then she spotted something. Something shining brightly in the corner of the locker. Something silver. It was a tiny charm off a bracelet - the kind of charm bracelet that Celia always wore. Her mind raced with the implications. And as Celia raised her arm to brush a stray hair away from her face, Kate saw at a glance that Celia was wearing the bracelet - and there was a charm missing! Just a little hook where it had been attached. She acted quickly, positioning herself in front of the locker so that Celia wouldn't see what lay hidden. "No. Forget security." She was met with a questioning haughty glare from Celia which turned to a grim smile at Kate's next words. "I'll call the police. Thanks for your help Celia. I'll see you up in the office."

  "Very well." Celia turned and left. She found it hard to hide her jubilation.

  "Mrs Jones," said Kate. "I want you to take a look in there and tell me what you see."

  Puzzled, Mrs Jones peered in. "Why nothing ... oh, except that little silver thing."

  "Exactly. It's a charm from a charm bracelet. Celia always wears one, and I noticed just now that there's a gap. You know what I think? I think Celia lied. I think Celia stole that money somehow and planted it here, and in the process managed to lose one of her charms."

  "But why on earth would she do such a despicable thing?"

  "Because she is despicable. She's arrogant and spiteful." She filled Mrs Jones in on a conversation she'd had with Dylan Draper, during which he told her about Celia's rudeness to Evie at interview and her obvious displeasure at Evie's success in getting a job she'd earmarked for her odious niece.

  Mrs Jones listened and her expression hardened. It was true that Celia Morgan had a less than healthy reputation, even so, it was hard to believe that the woman could stoop so low. The thing was, she could believe it. "I think you should give Dylan a call on his mobile. Tell him everything. He'll be concerned about Evie. And I'm s
ure he'll agree we should get the police in. They're the ones who can prove all this - they can take Celia's fingerprints, and if those same fingerprints are on the bank notes ... and on this locker ... Bingo. We have her."

  Dylan took the call and listened in shocked silence. "Evie would never do such a thing," he told Kathy. "I'd stake my life on it. Call the police at once. Make sure Celia doesn't go back down to the locker room under any circumstances. Watch her closely until the police arrive. I'll finish up early here and head back as soon as I can." Once the call ended he phoned Evie's landline. There was no answer. Maybe she was there and didn't dare pick up. Or maybe she didn't go home. He called her cell phone. It was switched off and went straight to voice mail. "It's me, sweetheart. I heard what's happened and I don't believe a word of it. I'm on my way back. We'll sort this, don't worry. I love you."

  By the time he arrived back at Barkers Department store, Celia had been arrested. The police had evidence - her fingerprints were found on the till in the cafeteria, on the banknotes, and Evie's locker.

  "Has anyone seen Evie?" Dylan demanded. Shocked and sympathetic, the staff said she hadn't returned, and no one had any idea of where she might have gone. "I'll find her," said Dylan, and left the building.

  First he went to her house, using the key she had given him to go inside and look round. The place was deserted. Next he headed to the local park, and there was no sign of her there. He returned home, thinking perhaps she had gone there and was hiding in the house or the garden. But there was no sign of his Little Evie anywhere. His brow creased with worry, he wondered where she could be. And then he remembered the walk she had taken on the day she ended up at his house after the thunderstorm. He knew exactly where the idyllic spot was that she had been so enamoured with. So he went there.

  And he found her.

  She was sprawled face down on the grass, and when he picked her up, her face was red and blotchy with tears. She was so distraught she could barely speak. Words wouldn't come, only more tears.

  Dylan got cradled her in his arms. "Evie, darling ... it's ok. It was Celia Morgan. She's been charged - and fired from her job."

  "B-but ... why? Why did she do that? She made everyone think it was me," sobbed Evie.

  "Evie, the woman is a nasty, malicious cow, and she'll be facing the consequences of her actions. And I don't think anyone thought it was you. I certainly didn't. Is your phone in your bag?" Evie nodded. "Get it out and switch it on. I want you to play back my message."

  Still sniffling, Evie played it back. Dylan's baritone voice sounded loud and clear. "It's me, sweetheart. I heard what's happened and I don't believe a word of it. I'm on my way back. We'll sort this, don't worry. I love you."

  "Uh. You do?" Her face changed. A smile emerged from the bleakness.

  "I do. Very much." He tenderly kissed her tear-streaked face.

  "I love you more," she said.

  "We'll argue about that later," he said with a smile and crushed her to him in a giant bear hug.

  Evie laughed. All was right with the world again. But there was another surprise to come, because that evening they went out for dinner and she found out why he had wanted to go 'somewhere special'.

  "This is a special occasion," said Dylan as he poured the wine into crystal glasses. "Take a look in here." He handed Evie an envelope. Inside were two first class tickets to Boston, USA. "I thought it was time I met your mother and step father," said Dylan. His blue eyes twinkled. "We go next week for ten days. I've already cleared it with Anna. You've got time off. We're going on vacation!"

  "Dylan!" she squealed. "Dylan! Thank you! Thank you a thousand times. Oh ..." She leaned over and kissed him. "You're the best," she said with shining eyes.

  "No my sweet, YOU are." He raised his glass. "To us."

  "To us," Evie echoed.

  They held hands over the table and smiled at each other, the big tall guy and the pretty little woman ... the perfect couple.

  Also by Chloe Carpenter...

  Little Sophie and the Professor

  Sophie is a cute and clever 24 year-old woman taking a postgraduate course taught by the handsome Professor Jack Drummond. Most of the female students have the hots for the charismatic professor, but it is Sophie who he hungers for, and at the end of term, he seizes the opportunity to ask her out. Sophie learns that Jack is not only an undeniably sexy alpha male, but deliciously kinky too.

  As their relationship progresses, she discovers the nature of her submission, and experiences the thrill of erotic spankings and role-play scenarios with Jack. Although he is considerably older than her, the disparity in their ages only serves to reinforce the exciting dynamic that exists between them. At times he treats her like a little girl, buying her pretty clothes and indulging her. But sometimes little girls are very naughty and have to face the consequences... Sophie grows to love this ageplay aspect of their relationship, along with bubble baths, bedtime stories, play times, cute clothes and drop-seat pyjamas.

  She is thrilled with her new 'Daddy,' and when he asks her to accompany him for a 2-week stay at Kilchurny castle in Scotland, she jumps at the chance. But is there a long term future for this unlikely couple, the diminutive younger woman and the older man?

  Little Daisy

  A chance encounter brings Daisy to Tennant's Toy Store, where she meets the owner, Johnny. He finds it difficult to believe the pretty elfin creature is a twenty-three year old woman as she looks so much younger. And when he discovers her enjoyment of toys and games, he invites her back to the shop when she finishes work. There she finds so much to delight her - the rocking horse, the fairytale castle, and all manner of teddy bears, dolls and other exciting things. She visits the shop every night after work and enjoys talking with Johnny and sharing cookies, and when he asks if she would like to spend the day with him at the shop on Saturday and help him with the doll's hospital, she jumps at the chance - especially when he invites her to spend the rest of the weekend with him. There is a growing sexual attraction between the two and the dynamics of their relationship begin to change when Johnny refers to himself as 'Daddy' and announces his desire to take care of her. This opens up a whole new world for Daisy: a world where she can celebrate being 'little' whenever she wants to; a world where little girls who are naughty and break Daddy's rules get their bottoms soundly spanked; a world full of delicious sex and humiliating scenarios. Johnny is a naturally dominant man who helps Daisy discover her submissiveness and the nature of D/s power exchange as she is subject to his loving discipline and his very specific kinky interests that she learns to embrace.

  She loves him to play with her, take her to the park and the zoo, bathe her in scented bubbles, dress her in cute clothes and drop-seat pyjamas and read her bedtime stories. As their relationship thrives, sometimes she is the adult Daisy, sometimes she is his Lolita or baby-girl, sometimes she is Princess Daisy, and sometimes she is Daisy diaper girl. She finds that Daddy is so inventive in their little games, making use of a princess play bed, a crib, feeding bottle, pacifier and diapers, a high chair with wipe-clean tray, butt plugs and a mean old hairbrush to paddle her naughty bottom.

  Their relationship progresses well until the arrival of a new assistant in the toy shop - Glenda. The blonde assistant flirts outrageously with Johnny and Daisy is jealous... which results in big trouble. But there is only one woman Johnny is interested in, and that is Daisy.

  Table of Contents

  LITTLE WOMEN BOX SET

  LITTLE LIZBET

  LITTLE RUTHIE

  LITTLE EVIE

  Also by Chloe Carpenter...

 

 

 
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