{I finally found an editor, so enjoy!}
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"Mr. Garrison, I need to see you in my office." Blake heard his intercom speak. He let out a sigh, gathered his notebook and pen, and walked toward his boss's office. Mr. Harwell was sitting behind his huge mahogany desk peering intently at his large screen laptop computer. Blake wanted a toy like that. It had so many awesome features, and it had a top that twisted around and turned into a touch pad. The gigs it was packing would do just about anything.
"Mr. Garrison? Mr. Garrison!" Blake blinked up at his boss, turning red as he realized he was lusting over Mr. Harwell's computer. 'Stupid!'
"Yes Mr. Harwell?" His boss frowned at him, then appeared to shake it off.
"Mr. Garrison, Blake isn't it?" Blake nodded, and Mr. Harwell continued. "Blake, I've recently hired someone to assist you with the Region Case. We need to get that building up and functioning soon. His name is S. Knight. The resume was astonishing. He apparently is a genius and is multilingual. We're going to need someone to run interference with these yahoo local contractors. He should be arriving in about an hour, so get going. I want him picked up at the airport and brought straight here. We really need to get him started." He turned in his chair and went back to work on whatever was on his laptop, dismissing Blake.
Blake glanced up at the clock on the wall...11:30, yep, he was missing another lunch hour. Ever since he took this position in Germany, Mr. Harwell had worked him into near exhaustion every day. Even on the weekends he couldn't escape work. Papers and plans cluttered his desk, and piled up daily. He was either going to have to get organized or he'd never get caught up.
He left the building and walked toward his car. He did have a sweet car. It was one of the few indulgences he had allowed himself. A beautiful black beamer with leather interior. A sound system that shook the ground when he drove by, and loaded to the 'T'. He would be paying on the thing forever, but it was worth it. When he arrived at the airport he was grateful that it appeared slow this time of day. At least he'd be able to pick up Mr. Knight and get out without too much hassle. He snatched a piece of paper, grabbed a marker from his pocket, and wrote out "S. Knight" in bold letters. Standing near the baggage claim, he held onto his sign and waited. Why hadn't his boss given more information? A flight time, a description, something? His boss was clueless when it came to people, and the functioning of the outer world beyond his own personal lair. He looked around the room hoping to catch someone's eyes, but everyone hurried off along their way. A new crowd came through the doors, and he was hopeful this was it. The crowd surrounded the conveyor that played carousel with their possessions, and they impatiently waited until it started to move. No one seem to notice him or his sign, and he was beginning to get impatient. He glanced back toward the doors leading from the terminals and caught his breath. Strolling through them was the hottest thing he had ever seen on two legs. She wore a ruffled plaid skirt of pink and purple, and an oh-so-snug t-shirt that revealed a tight toned and tanned belly. A diamond glistered from her belly button, and he was shocked at it's size. It wasn't a belly piercing, but a whole stone wedged inside the dimple. His eyes traveled upwards to be even more shocked that her nipples were straining against the fabric of her white shirt. Oh God! He finally pealed his eyes away from her chest to glance at her face. It was oval, tanned, and absolutely beautiful. She had long brown curly hair that bounced around on her shoulders as she walked. He was even more amazed that she appeared to be walking towards him. When she neared, he made eye contact, and had to let out the air from his lungs that he had been holding. Her eyes were bright turquoise. She was not only beautiful, but completely exotic. He straightened up and puffed out his chest as she walked right up to him.
"Hello," She said in a sexy, husky, almost Demi Moore voice and he could only stand there and stare in wonder.
She glanced down at his sign, then slid the piece of paper out of his hand. "I take it you are looking for me?"
She held the sign up in front of her and made it dance. Blake opened his mouth, but words seem to fail him, he looked at the sign, then back up to her face. He worked his mouth to start the questions, but finally closed it and grunted instead.
"Oh-kay, we'll try a different route."
She stuck out her hand offering it to him. Blake reached up and slipped her hand into his, but instead of shaking it, he engulfed it into his, and held it firmly.
"My name is Slave Knight. I was hired by an International Design Company here in Germany, by a Mr. Harwell. Does that ring any bells?"
She must have noticed the shock register on his face as he stood there holding her hand, but then he just started shaking his head in agreement.
She smiled at him now, "Oh good, then you are looking for me. Well, I need to get my bags, so if you'll wait, I'll be right back?"
She tugged her hand loose, and turned and walked toward the conveyor belt that now was running with tumbled luggage of all shapes and sizes on it. Blake stood rooted to where he was standing watching the swing of her hips, and the long legs that disappeared into the crevices of her short dress. He also noticed the Mary Jane shoes that laced up her legs. Feeling an uncomfortable bulge against his slacks, he looked down to see his erection becoming embarrassingly evident. He turned quickly and gathered his thoughts, hiding what he didn't want her to see.
After several deep breaths, and images of his mother in her nightgown on Sunday mornings, and his old Baptist preacher, he was able to contain himself before he heard her heels clicking against the hard floor coming towards him again. He turned back around, and concentrated on her face as she approached.
"This is it. I usually pack light because I know I can buy anything else I'm going to need. Are you taking me to my hotel, or are we going straight to the office?" Blake finally found his voice, and cleared his throat.
"Mr. Harwell wants you back at the office. I need to warn you though, he was expecting a man. That's why I was so shocked earlier. I'm Blake Garrison by the way. We'll be working together." He watched a smile spread across her face.
"Really? That's funny. I just hope he doesn't try to send me packing once I get there. It was a long flight. So, Mr. Garrison are you disappointed that I'm female?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes. He couldn't believe she had to ask.
"Hell no. I mean, no...not at all. I'm looking forward to working with you, Miss Knight. I could use all the help I can get." He grinned back at her. She appeared to be relieved.
"Slave." She said softly. He looked confused, and she smiled again. "Call me Slave."
"Slave? That's an unusual name."
She nodded, "My mother had a horrible sense of humor. My father told me that she got the idea one day after she was frustrated from doing so many dishes. He told her that when the baby grew up, she'd have someone else to do them for her. She must have liked the idea, and well..." She laughed, and went on, "I know that sounds horrible, but they loved me dearly. They are both professors at Harvard, and really didn't have many skills other than the book kind. My mother hated household duties, and my father couldn't start up a grill if his life depended upon it." She motioned for us to leave, so we started walking toward the parking lot.
Once I had all her luggage loaded into the car, I opened her door, and watched a flash of thigh as her skirt rode up when she slid into the seat. 'Oh god. I'm in trouble.'
It was a good thirty minute drive back to the office, but since I was denied my lunch hour, I pulled into a fast food joint to grab us something to eat along the way. She munched on her sandwich slowly, and I had a hard time watching the road. I couldn't get enough of her. We talked about the project underway, and I gave her some tips on how to deal with Mr. Harwell when we got there. She didn't seemed worried about it, but I was on edge for her. I wanted her to stay.
As we entered the building, I found myself putting a protective arm around her. Everyone stopped to stare as we walked along. I felt so proud to be standing by her. I was surprised that she seemed so oblivious to it. At least she wasn't one of those women who enjoyed the attention. I, on the other hand, was loving it. The men stared at me with such envy, I wanted to make it clear she was off limits, so I glared back at them.
We knocked on Mr. Harwell's door, and with a quick squeeze of her hand, she turned to enter. I tried to follow, but she put a hand on my chest, and shook her head. I watched as she closed the door. No matter how much I wanted to stand there with my ear pressed against the door, I knew everyone was watching, so I turned and slowly walked back to my office. I kept the door open, so I could see if she came back out. It seemed like a lifetime before the door opened, and Mr. Harwell and Slave came out together. I let out the breath I had been holding when I noticed that he was smiling, and leading her toward the payroll office. She looked down the hall and caught my stare, and winked at me.
'Yes!' I must have looked goofy sitting there with a grin on my face because Doris, my secretary stopped inside the doorway with a strange look on her face.
"Mr. Garrison, you have a call on line 2. It's Mr. Hartberger." I cleared my throat.
"Oh yeah? Thanks Doris." I picked up the phone, and was lost in the task at hand.
It was 4:00 when I heard a tap on my door. Slave was standing just inside the door with a beautiful smile on her face.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
"Oh no. I was just finishing up this plan. Come on in." She walked up to stand in front of my desk. The diamond in her belly was twinkling at me.
"Mr. Harwell is sending you home early with me. I need you to drop me off at my hotel. He's leaving you in charge of picking and dropping me off to work until I can find a car. I hope that won't be too much of an inconvenience? I'm going to try and find something this weekend, so it shouldn't be for long." Blake heard most of what she said, but the pair of twins that was starring back at him held most of his attention. They were perky and pointing.
"Are you ready to leave, or do I need to give you a moment?"
He jerked his eyes back up to her face to find her grinning down at him. 'God she was hot!'
