The Meeting

Caroline's POV

I walked into the flower shop, it's been Raining all day and I am practically wet. The weather does not look pleasant at all it's still all cloudy and the florist is late again. Looking around I shrugged, God knows I had this gut feeling that something will go down today, but I can't seem to put a finger on it.

I placed my bag on my desk and walked straight into the changing room, changed out of my wet cloth. Thank God I always keep spares in here, just in case I get too dirty or something. I released my hair from the shower cap, then head for the cold room.

Inside the cold room I shivered, I am cold; I checked the flowers as quickly as I can; they are all in good condition the A/C is working well, I walk out of the cold room; just as I walked back into the showroom the florist rushed in.

"I am so sorry I am late, there was terrible traffic on my way here." She said and I just nodded. I am tired of all her excuses; they range from traffic to headaches to mother been sick and brother refusing to help with T fare, if you know what I mean, I am just tired.

She talks as if I did not just pass the same road. I can't place why she refuses to comply with a simple instruction of been here before I come, to arrange the flowers cut the dying edges and get them ready for delivery.

My job is to inspect her job when she is through, Pushing both to save delivery if I must. Anyway, I know once the owner of the shop returns from her trip abroad, things will definitely change; she will either adjust or be pushed out.

Regina, can I talk to you about something? I asked seriously and her facial expression became serious too

"Yes, ma." She said

"What happened to the cold room yesterday, why was Mr Ambrose's flower arrangement practically dead when it was delivered at nine A.M, I told you to produce it seven in the morning for fresh-looking flower delivery; what happened?"

"I did in the evening before to avoid the morning rush, and then put it in the cold room"

"Did you make sure the door to the cold room was properly shot?" I asked frantically

"I did" she answered a little physically shaking and I knew she was lying because yesterday morning the guard said he meets the door opened.

"You did, then why were the flowers dead? Mr Ambrose secretary returned the flower at five yesterday do you know that?" I asked angrily my voice dangerously very low, but she can hear me.

"I do not know," she said covering her mouth with her hand.

" I had to sell it to a customer and probably lose that customer forever," I said to her. "God knows I am tired of covering for your lost. So tell me, what happened yesterday, why was the flower dead?"

"I do not know." She said once again

"If you give an 'I don't know' answer again I will be forced to take some drastic measure against you," I said, again in a low voice and she kept quiet. "Ok, fine put your reasons down in a written form and let me have it today." She looked shocked

"ma are you quarrying me"

"I want the written answer on my table by noon today." With that, I walked straight to my table at the corner where I can easily see who comes in and go out and sat down, bring out the order list and sort.

Nathaniel POV

I pace around my office trying to buy out time as rain poured down my window, it's just seven in the morning; I can't seem to settle down, all I want is to do is rushed to Caroline's flower shop and mess her up; but I can't do that, I can't appear so desperate. I stopped pacing, what of if I appear like this and she recognized me at once, she might put a hole in my plan.

I press the inter come and my PA singing voice drafted in.

"Hello sir"

"Come to my office now," I said harshly and the line went dead, I dropped the receiver and waited as she came in shaking like the leave.

"Do sit down?" I said trying to claim her nerve, knowing I can't get anything good from her in this state. "Why are you afraid? I just needed advice from you" I said and she loudly released her breath.

"What can I help you with sir?"

"I want to look different this morning; do you know anybody who can make me look different? Something I can wash off in the next day" I said looking at her she averted my eye then asked

"How different sir"

"Just so I am not easily recognizable, I don't want a person who knew me, when I was younger to recognize me that's all."

"Ok sir I will work on it sir" she said standing up

"Make it snappy I need to be somewhere by 12noon looking different," I said waving her off, she turned and left my office; I stood up and started pacing again. I need a release I can't meet Caroline like this, I looked down, I had a terrible boner, the thought of seeing her does this to me.

Why can't I just think of seeing her without getting so hard? I need to help myself; but not alone, I need Caro to cum. I picked up my phone and called Mercy, she helps in time of needs like this, she is nothing like her but if I close my eyes and picture she is Caro, I will have my release; In case you are asking, I do pay.

Don't get me wrong, this lady practically pushed herself on me, she was my former PA. There was a day I was feeling very down, I had just seen online that Caro was engaged, I had drank me to stupor in my office, amd had told my PA over the intercom to go home since we were the only two left in the building; it is way past closing time and I do not feel like going home.

I guess she must have picked the slur in my voice because the next thing I know was my office door opening and closing quietly, and my slutty PA walking towards my desk.

I noticed she as readjusted her top to reveal her beast line, she walked up to me seductively and tried to touch me. I wasn't that far gone so I told her off and asked her to leave.

She busted into tears and started confessing her feelings for me. I told her seriously I can't, not because she is not good enough for me; but it because I do not do feelings.

She continued to cry uncontrollable so I offer her a deal, she will be my f**k body while I will pay her. Really I had expected her to say no, slap me, push and beat me up or just turn and walk away but she did none of that; she only pursed for a minute smiled and said yes.

I picked her up in anger and do her quick justice. She streamed all the way through, thank God we were alone.

She thanked me while readjusting her cloth, I picked up my wallet brought out cash I didn't count and gave it to her, she smiled again and thanked me frantically, l grip her hair and dragged her out of my office