It was nearly 9am when Jack walked into the office that Monday morning and he sensed at once that everything was not right. Stella the receptionist was not her usual self and appeared to be extremely flustered. Usually a very calm and organised person, this morning she was nearly in tears. She was one of Jack's favourite colleagues and he felt he needed to help her if possible.
'Hi Stella, bad weekend?' Jack asked.
'Oh, Jack it's not the weekend it's Mr Green, he is in a foul mood and shouted at me because the mail was not in when he came in this morning.'
'So when did it come in?' he queried eyeing a pile of mail on the desk.
'The postman just got here and I just finished sorting it out.'
'Geez, he's just incredible, going to get a heart attack one of these days if he doesn't watch his temper. Want me to take it in luv?'
'Oh Jack would you? That would be great'
'No problem. It's this lot is isn't it?'
Jack picked up the pile of mail and made his way to Mr Green's office on the top floor of the building. He was greeted by nearly everybody he met on the way to the elevator. Though he was a junior executive in the huge communications company he was one of its most popular employees. At 29 years he had risen up the company ranks due to perseverance and a magnetic personality, which saw him through interviews with ease. Being the company's rugby team captain no doubt helped him along. He was the sort of guy everybody wanted to be friends with, men and women His very friendly and sincere nature seemed to draw everybody to him. His only weakness, if it could be called so was his voracious sexual appetite, which seemed to go beyond control at times. His handsome masculine looks helped him in his many conquests in and out of his work place.
At just 6 feet in height Jack Dawes did not seem a very tall man. The muscular ruggerite's build was emphasized by the impressive breadth of shoulders and very muscular neck There was not an ounce of spare fat on his torso which tapered down to a lean waist and hips. His legs were toned and muscled after hours of work out on the playing fields. His dark brown hair was cropped short and he always wore a designer stubble on his face which he knew made him look even sexier. His wide set eyes were deep grey and had a hypnotic quality to them. The sensuous and broad lips were almost too beautiful be on a man. The strong square jaw added to his masculinity. The whole package was one that was in high demand.
'Good morning Mr Green, I just brought in your mail' he said flinging the door to the office open. Mr Green who was busy going through a document was clearly not pleased and rebuked him at once.
'I don't like being interrupted Dawes, and why are you so late?' he snarled.
'Sorry for barging in but it is not my fault that the postman came in late.'
'I don't want any excuses. I want proper work done here.'
Jack was getting annoyed by the rudeness of his employer by now.
'I am not responsible for the postman's punctuality Mr Green.'
'I am not prepared to argue with my subordinates. I don't care if you are an executive here. To me you are just another office boy who can be fired if I want to.'
'Yes I know that.'
'Be warned Dawes. I will be watching you. Now take my car and go pick up my wife. She needs a take a chauffeur for the day.'
'Now? I have got two reports to finish today Mr Green.'
'Did I not make myself clear? This is a direct order. The reports can be done later. And I want a full report of where you drove today. Is that understood?'
Jack snatched up the car keys and marched out of the office fuming in anger vowing to teach his boss a lesson.
'I'm going to fuck his bloody wife if that is the last thing I do.' He muttered to himself. His mood had improved considerably when he came out of the building to the fine sunny day outside. The drive out to the country home of Mr Green was very pleasant and relaxing and he took a detour to his flat to change into more casual gear, which was a T-shirt, scruffy pair of jeans and sneakers. He was certainly not going to be a uniformed chauffeur for his boss. As he pulled up the driveway he was almost his usual cheerful self. The butler who answered the door informed him that the lady of the house was at breakfast on the terrace and directed him outside to the terrace. The terrace was at the end of a pool by the house and he saw Mrs Green at the far end. Though he had been to the house on social occasions, he had never seen this part, as it was obviously a private enclave.
'Good morning Mrs Green, I am your driver for the day.' He introduced to himself. She was a statuesque blonde, beautiful enough to win any beauty pageant. Though he had met her many times in the past, seeing her here he couldn't help being struck by her radiance. 'A waste on the old man' he thought to himself
Alice Green looked rather confused at seeing Jack.
'But you are... aren't you the rugger captain?' she queried.
'That's right, Jack Dawes at your service ma'am.'
'You introduced the team to me at the finals didn't you?'
'You remember that?'
'Ofcourse, I was the envy of all the women there at the final. Your thighs were the subject of much discussion that evening.'
'Ha ha, were they? Glad to have been of some service to the ladies.'
'Yeah you were. So is this supposed to be my lucky day? You are sort of the company stud aren't you?'
'Gee don't believe everything you here.'
'Tel me, is this a punishment of sorts for you? Was Blake in one of his foul moods today?'
