at him, and reaches out to rest a hand on his shoulder.
“Perfect.”
* * * * *
The rest of the evening is spent formulating the perfect plan.
With the green light that he’s been waiting for, Mark is now able to focus solely on how he can get Jasmine alone, and find out just how far she’s willing to go to make it to the top.
It isn’t uncommon for female interns at JL&P to be aspiring actresses or models. Some really believe in the hard work they’re willing to put forth propelling them to the top…but most…most have no qualms about accepting a helping hand—even if that hand is placed on their firm little backsides.
Counting down to a hundred sit-ups, Mark finds himself slapping together the perfect scenario in order to snag himself the perfect score with his pretty little redhead.
* * * * *
He’s in late the next day. After heading to the gym to continue to work off some steam to prepare for the night ahead, he waltzes into the office at around noon.
Upon entering the department’s small kitchen, his heart races as he spots Jasmine amongst a group of giggling young girls—all of which stop mid-laugh when they spot their boss.
Scattering quickly, they greet him as they walk around him and out of the room, and he turns his attention to Jasmine before she makes to do the same.
“Ms. Donovan, I was hoping I could speak to you about those papers you brought to my office yesterday,” he begins, sternly. “It seems they were seriously out of order, not to mention that a few pages were missing—some very important pages…”
Jasmine’s beautiful blue eyes widen, and he can almost hear her heartbeats thudding wildly under her yellow sundress and white cotton shrug.
“Oh my God,” she cries, “I am so sorry! How… where can I get another copy? I’ll fix it, I swear!”
Mark holds up an unsympathetic hand to silence her.
“I’ve spent the entire morning trying to figure it out, but I have other things I need to attend to, and won’t be able to devote more time to it until this evening.”
“ I can do it!” she almost sobs. “I can take care of it right now —you don’t have to worry about it, it was my fault!”
“Actually, I do have to worry,” Mark snaps. “I’ll need those papers by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Oh God… please don’t fire me…”
It takes everything in Mark not to cross the distance between them, take her into his arms, and drop the act. She appears to be on the verge of tears, and it breaks his heart.
He finds himself wanting to find another way to get her, and almost decides to withdraw from the plan.
“Hey now,” he soothes, trying his best not to reach out to touch her. “No one’s getting fired. We all make mistakes, and this one is fixable…I’m just…”
Realizing the plan is not lost, Mark smiles down at her as he whispers his next words.
“I’m just going to need someone to stay a little late tonight to help me get those papers in order, and make a few notes on them, as well as several copies.”
“Oh God , yes, definitely — I can stay!”
Mark feigns uncertainty as he replies,
“I wouldn’t feel right about having you here alone so late at night—someone suggested Justin Pierce or Ian Stanley…”
“Perfect.”
* * * * *
The rest of the evening is spent formulating the perfect plan.
With the green light that he’s been waiting for, Mark is now able to focus solely on how he can get Jasmine alone, and find out just how far she’s willing to go to make it to the top.
It isn’t uncommon for female interns at JL&P to be aspiring actresses or models. Some really believe in the hard work they’re willing to put forth propelling them to the top…but most…most have no qualms about accepting a helping hand—even if that hand is placed on their firm little backsides.
Counting down to a hundred sit-ups, Mark finds himself slapping together the perfect scenario in order to snag himself the perfect score with his pretty little redhead.
* * * * *
He’s in late the next day. After heading to the gym to continue to work off some steam to prepare for the night ahead, he waltzes into the office at around noon.
Upon entering the department’s small kitchen, his heart races as he spots Jasmine amongst a group of giggling young girls—all of which stop mid-laugh when they spot their boss.
Scattering quickly, they greet him as they walk around him and out of the room, and he turns his attention to Jasmine before she makes to do the same.
“Ms. Donovan, I was hoping I could speak to you about those papers you brought to my office yesterday,” he begins, sternly. “It seems they were seriously out of order, not to mention that a few pages were missing—some very important pages…”
Jasmine’s beautiful blue eyes widen, and he can almost hear her heartbeats thudding wildly under her yellow sundress and white cotton shrug.
“Oh my God,” she cries, “I am so sorry! How… where can I get another copy? I’ll fix it, I swear!”
Mark holds up an unsympathetic hand to silence her.
“I’ve spent the entire morning trying to figure it out, but I have other things I need to attend to, and won’t be able to devote more time to it until this evening.”
“ I can do it!” she almost sobs. “I can take care of it right now —you don’t have to worry about it, it was my fault!”
“Actually, I do have to worry,” Mark snaps. “I’ll need those papers by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Oh God… please don’t fire me…”
It takes everything in Mark not to cross the distance between them, take her into his arms, and drop the act. She appears to be on the verge of tears, and it breaks his heart.
He finds himself wanting to find another way to get her, and almost decides to withdraw from the plan.
“Hey now,” he soothes, trying his best not to reach out to touch her. “No one’s getting fired. We all make mistakes, and this one is fixable…I’m just…”
Realizing the plan is not lost, Mark smiles down at her as he whispers his next words.
“I’m just going to need someone to stay a little late tonight to help me get those papers in order, and make a few notes on them, as well as several copies.”
“Oh God , yes, definitely — I can stay!”
Mark feigns uncertainty as he replies,
“I wouldn’t feel right about having you here alone so late at night—someone suggested Justin Pierce or Ian Stanley…”
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