Edited by Spencerfiction with thanks.
*****
"I'm just going to grab a coffee and muffin here," Will pulled off the road to a small café just up the road from their building.
"It's a greasy spoon!" Lynn wrinkled her pretty nose in distain as she looked at the place. She was dressed in a classic navy blue skirt business suit with black nylons and a creamy white blouse.
"Do you want anything?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she looked at him as if he was insane.
"God, you're beautiful," he grinned, looking at her top to bottom, admiring the way she had her raven hair pinned up with a gold clasp, and lip-licking gorgeous all the way down to her expensive black high heels.
"Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don't know. Hurry up."
Will jumped out and went in. He immediately noticed the young woman that worked there with another older lady. They were each dressed in blue knee length old fashioned waitress dresses with white aprons. The older lady was frying up some orders of bacon and eggs for some patrons that sat at the counter. Will went to the counter, never taking his eyes off the other woman who looked to be nineteen or twenty. She saw him and looked back, absent mindedly raising a hand to unsuccessfully push a wayward curl of light brown hair from her face. The rest of the mass of ringlets were held back in a pony tail by a hair band and elastic. She was pretty, with a scattering of freckles across her little nose, and slushy grey eyes. She was small, maybe five foot two and lucky to weigh much over a hundred pounds.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully.
"Hi," Will replied as he studied her more intently.
"Hi, again?" she laughed a bit after a while.
"Oh! Sorry!" He said a bit sheepishly, "I'll have a large coffee with two cream and two sugars." He got a nice view of the shape of her backside as she turned to get the coffee. "And ahhh I'll have a muffin, too, I guess."
"Any particular kind?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"What do you have?"
"Bran, blueberry, carrot, chocolate chip. I made the bran."
"Bran it is then."
"We usually save those for the old men," she smiled.
"Never too young to think about your constitution," he grinned back.
"Yeah," she laughed. "Three fifty, please."
"Keep the change," he said, handing over a five.
"Thanks."
"Ahhh I'm Will."
"Kathy."
"See you around?"
"You know where I'm at." She gave him a nice smile and he left. She looked over to her co-worker when he left, "Oh my," she grinned as she pretended to fan herself. The pair of construction workers awaiting their breakfast laughed and offered their services to her instead, which she graciously and politely declined.
Kathy's heart jumped a bit when the tall handsome guy from the morning before came in again. Like yesterday he was dressed very nicely with clothes that looked brand new. It made her a bit self-conscious in her well-worn work outfit but she smiled warmly at him none the less. He wore a nice olive dress shirt with a sharp tie, stylish dress pants and shiny black leather shoes. "Large coffee, two milk, two sugar?" she asked politely.
"You remembered?" he gave her a dashing smile.
"I'm not just another girl slingin' coffee, you know."
"Ahhh I'll have it here?"
"Oh sure." She got his coffee. It was a bit slow so she was able to linger a bit. "So, you must work close by. Cormorant?"
"Yeah. How you guess that?"
"It's the biggest building around here. You a Business major?"
"I'm transferring to the School of Business this fall. I was thinking engineering first but I can still use most of those credit hours."
"Cool. I'm going this fall, too."
"Really? Awesome! Doing what?
"Well, I have a few credit hours done from on-line but I had to work last year to try and save enough for my tuition. So this year I'm going to finish off my first year stuff and try and work as much as I can as well to save for next year. I'm still trying to decide what to do. Commerce, possibly," she paused a bit, "maybe business," she finished.
"That's great! Who knows? Maybe we'll end up in a few classes together."
"So what made to want to switch from engineering to business? Seems like a bit of separation there."
"Ahhh just a conversation with my father. Ahhh you know, I should be getting to work or I'll be late. Sooo ahhhh," he stood up and put a bill on the table, "I know I just met you and all but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to ... maybe go to dinner or something with me sometime?"
"Oh. Ahhh well, I work two jobs and try to help my mom at home with things, so I don't really have a lot of time."
"Oh. Ahhhh ok, that's cool, didn't hurt to ask."
"Excuse me a minute," the other server smiled at Will, then she turned to Kathy and starting smacking her with a towel, "What are you doing, girl?!"
"Ow! Jesus, Trudy! Fuck off! Ooops!" she started laughing in spite of herself.
"Yes, young fella. She will go out with you. She's just having a temporary mental breakdown. She only spent an hour talking about how cute you were when you left yesterday."
"I DID NOT! It was just like, fifty-seven minutes." She grinned at Will, "Ok, sure he's cute but he could be a serial killer. I just met him and I am really busy."
"ID kid," Trudy demanded from Will. He complied. "William Windsor. What are you, part of the royal family or what?" she started to laugh.
"Ahhhh the American Windsors. A bit lesser known."
"Ok, look WW. If you try and kill her, chop up her little bittie body and feed it to pigs, I'll tell the law who you are. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Fine?" Trudy asked Kathy.
"Well, I do like movies."
"Friday night?"
"That's the most expensive night of the week!"
"Oh Lordie," Trudy gave Will back his driver's licence as she rolled her eyes, "I'll leave you two to work out the details."
*****
"It's just a gut instinct Claire," Lynn told the older woman with patience.
"Gut instinct?" Claire Ivany asked the young lady, "Lynn, you hardly have the work experience to be making gut calls." Claire was about fifty-five, a long time Human Resource Manager with Cormorant, tall, very slender with short silver hair framing her face in a classic page boy cut. She was a beautiful woman who held her head high and was proud of her age lines. She wore classic dark business suits with knee length skirts, nylons, and high heels. The golden Cormorant pendant hung around her ivory neck, given to executives as well as for loyal long service. Claire had looked at Lynn's with some distaste when she had first saw it, thinking it was not earned but just given from nepotism.
"This young woman is a hard worker!" Lynn pressed her case, "She holds down two jobs and still did several on-line University courses this past year."
"The marks were not overwhelming."
"She was working two fucking jobs!"
"No need for anger or vulgarity, dear. We have applicants for these entry level positions that already have University degrees."
"If they were top end they would have been scooped up before they graduated."
"Many are working with good companies. Cormorant is a highly sought after employer. And we must do our due diligence to ensure those high standards are not eroded." She gave Lynn's pendant a long look to communicate her opinion.
"Well, we've vetted most of these applicants under your standards, Claire. I've been instructed by Martin to ensure I bring some forward outside the box thinking to this section. I don't think it's too much to ask to interview a couple of home run applicants." Lynn handed the file to Claire.
"Home Run Applicant? I don't think I've heard that term. You must be googling?" Claire smirked.
"I just made it up," Lynn stated smugly.
Claire took the file and put on the reading glasses that hung on a gold chain around her neck. "Katherine Byrne," she read, "Not much here in terms of volunteer activities, sports, clubs and the like."
"Two jobs, Claire. She did four on-line full credit University courses last year while working two jobs. I checked her address. Not exactly in a desirable neighbourhood. This girl wants to succeed and is prepared to work for it."
"Well. We'll see how she competes at the table." She tossed the file on the stack of screened applicants.
*****
"She's such a pompous bitch. I fucking hate her!" Lynn angrily hissed at Will in his office.
"Don't pay her no mind, Lynn. She knows her boundaries. Dad told us there would be some resentment about our Cormorants," he wore his as a ring.
"No Will. Not ours. Mine. You're Martin's son, no one begrudges you yours."
"Getting it this early? Sure they do. There are people that think I should have started in the mailroom."
"Well, I didn't get a big executive floor office like this."
"You just got an office, right?"
"A grubby corner shithole with no window."
"You could move in here with me?" he grinned knowing that was impossible.
"So you could spend the better part of your days fucking me over your desk?" she asked sweetly. He got up grinning and started to walk around his gigantic desk. "No Will!" she hissed.
"Just a quickie?"
"You fucked me this morning!"
"It's almost eleven!" he protested.
"You talk to Claire Ivany. Tell that bitch to back off a bit. Fuck her if you want." She added the last with a smirk
*****
"Hi Claire," Will smiled as he looked into her office.
"Mr. Windsor." She smiled as she leaned back from her carefully arranged and tidy desk and delicately took off her reading glasses.
"I think you are the first person to call me that," he tried to give her a charming grin.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm just getting to know people better."
"Well then. I'm always interested in getting to know handsome young men better. Have a seat."
He smiled again at her, thinking it was a bit odd for a woman in such a high level HR position to be making a borderline sexist comment. But she was old school, he thought, and pendanted. They made small talk for a while. Her eyes were almost as icy blue as Lauren's. Will was somewhat surprised at how quickly his cock started to respond to her presence, given her age and the fact that he did get laid last night and again this morning. Yet, as they continued to chat and he admired her dignified beauty and icy eyes, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. He actually started to lose track of the conversation a bit as he wondered how her face might contort if he had her up on her desk and was pushing his cock inside her.
"So tell me, Will. Are you really here just to chat or has your step sister sent you?" she asked with some amusement.
He smiled, "Lynn has mentioned some differences of opinion."
