I Was Their Babysitter Pt 11

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I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 11

"I sure like having your schedules, young lady," Connie informed me over the phone. She then laughed. "I mean, I know you have a right to your own privacy, but the time we get to share together is very special, and I'd hate to miss out when an opportunity might come up."

"And

has

an opportunity come up?" I asked her, clearly catching the fact that she was baiting me. I could almost see her smiling as she waited in hopes that I'd catch on.

"Well, I'm so glad you asked!" Connie exclaimed and laughed again. "What would you say to one more boat ride before we put her away? It's supposed to be rather nice on Thursday, and I happen to know that with all the students going back to work, and with it being during the week... well, we'll have an awful lot of time and water to ourselves."

"Oh, well, who are we inviting, my lover?" I asked and smiled as I sat with my feet on the edge of the kitchen table to rock my chair. I was wearing just a tank top and my panties seeing as I was getting ready to go to bed. Lana had been at work and had plans to spend the night with Tom and LeAnn, so I had the house to myself. Toby had a late class after working all day, so I was alone for the night.

"Well, I was thinking we could ask Toby, Shawna, and Lana. Will that work with you three not interacting?"

"Well, Toby does mess around with Lana, and I could mess with Mark while you play with Toby, and Lana and Shawna enjoy each other, so, yes... I think it will be a successful trip. This Thursday? Did you already check with them?"

"Yes, quickly, right after I checked your calendar, and called my co-worker to trade shifts when Mark mentioned he was off," Connie confessed. "Mark called Lana to see what her schedule was like while I called Shawna who also has Toby's itinerary for the semester. We are all free."

"Well, looks like we have another hot date," I acknowledged and smiled to myself. Too bad Toby wasn't coming to spend the night with me. Suddenly, I was a little worked up.

"Be here at 9am, baby girl," she advised and blew kisses into the phone.

"You know I will," I assured her and hung up. I sat back and then sat up again suddenly. "Fuck, yeah!" I yelled into my empty house. I went ahead and locked up the house for the night. My bag was packed before I climbed into bed, and after a little daydream-inspired personal playtime, I drifted off to sleep to rest up for the next day. One workday was the only thing standing in the way of my Thursday plans.

***

"Steph, bad news," my supervisor, Patrick, addressed me as he walked up to my desk. "Sara can't work tomorrow, so I'm going to need you to cover," he informed me. Now, most times like this, I went along with it to get more hours. But Patrick had a really bad habit for pulling this shit on those who reported to him, and so far, he's never been told "no." Unfortunately, that was about to change, and I had a feeling that things were going to become a little messy. Unfortunately, also, it was high time Patrick got reported to HR. I had finally had enough.

Patrick was a 26-year-old who thought he was God's gift to every girl in his sights. He had hit on several of us and was smart enough to take "no" as the final answer from me, though I'd heard that he had not taken it so lightly when two other girls told him that they weren't interested. One left the company shortly afterwards because she couldn't take the pressure and reminder that he was her boss, and the other got moved to a different department.

He skated by every expectation of his job by passing off his work to those of us on his "team," and he was also riding the coat tails of his neighbor who happened to be sleeping with the (married) CEO. She enjoyed having Patrick around to do many tasks for her at home such as covering for her to her husband, mowing her lawn, and taking care of her car maintenance on company hours.

I knew all this because Patrick was the older brother of Toby's teammate, Peter. Peter, Toby, and I hung out one night at the fun center, and Peter had thoroughly enjoyed spilling all the tea to someone who understood. Peter happened to despise his older brother, so sharing gave him some sort of relief.

But the worst part about having Patrick as my boss was finding out from Peter that Patrick was claiming my work as his own, and he was bragging about it to his dumbass friends out loud while he played games in his bedroom at his parents' house where he still lived. I'd wondered why my bonus was so low at year-end, but when I asked Patrick about my stats sheet, he told me everyone got the same bonus, so my stats information didn't play into the bonus anyway. I had a feeling all of it was untrue, and I was about to find out a few things I really didn't want to believe were happening.

"Hey, Patrick," I greeted him after a good fifteen seconds of silence. "Yeah, sorry," I offered and shook my head. "Normally, I totally would cover for Sara, but I have plans tomorrow. I hope someone else can be available for her shift. That sucks that Sara can't come in."

"Yep, not a request," Patrick declared, hardly acknowledging my reasoning. He was about to walk away, so I stood up and repeated myself.

"Patrick, I'm sorry, but I cannot be here tomorrow. The schedule is set for a reason, and I am not available tomorrow."

Patrick turned around slowly, almost dumbfounded by my stance. "And let me repeat myself, Stephanie," he announced slowly and rather loudly for all to hear. I had begun recording the exchange on my phone as soon as I responded. I had a feeling I would be able to catch the proof, and the fart nugget played right into my plans. "Sara can't be here. I know you don't have class. You will report to the office for her 8am to 4pm shift, or you will be written up."

I grabbed my purse, my phone, a flash drive, the manilla envelope full of proof Peter had given me to use when the time was right, and what courage I had left, and walked out of my cubicle to face him. "Patrick, I believe this may not go the way you think it is going to go, so here's the deal," I advised him confidently and quietly. "Come with me to HR, and we can resolve this peacefully, or watch me walk away and face the consequences." As I expected, Patrick laughed.

"Good luck with that," he taunted. He actually guffawed and walked away. "I guess I'll be interviewing for a

few

new positions soon. Too bad. You were good at your job too. But, as you know, everyone is replaceable."

I made my way to visit the HR department and requested to meet with Mr. Turner. When I was hired with the company, Mr. Turner was the man who interviewed me for the entry-level position. When I was kept on after my initial 90 days, he made an unusual personal trip to my desk to commend my efforts with the company and issued an invitation to apply for the position I now held thanks to his recommendation and unanimous vote from the board.

"Mr. Turner will see you now," Therese informed me and waved me on to follow her to his door.

"Stephanie, how wonderful to see you!" he greeted me. "What brings you in?"

"I need your help with a few issues, and unfortunately, they came to a head today. I didn't have the proof until recently, and today, well, I guess one too many buttons got pushed. I try not to be an issue..."

"Issue?" Mr. Turner questioned and sat back with his elbows resting on the armrests and his fingers pressed to one another. "Steph, if there is anything about you here at the company, an issue you are not. What's going on?"

"I was approached by Patrick today," I began. "Most days, he only speaks with us to tell us to do something, or to cover for someone's shift when he's informed that they won't be coming in the next day. I've never been called and told to come in, but today, he came to my cube to tell me to be in tomorrow, but tomorrow is my day off, and I have plans."

"Well, then, he will have to find someone else, or go a day without her," Mr. Turner explained as if we just needed to verify that we were on the same page.

"May I play this for you?" I requested and held up my phone. I was given the go-ahead, so I found the recording and pushed the play button. As it ran, Mr. Turner's brow furrowed. When it was done, I stopped it, and he shook his head.

"This is going to take some time," Mr. Turner reminded me. "Did you... wait. Sorry, is there more?" I nodded and lifted the stack I'd brought with me. "What do you have there?"

"So, I want to explain how I got this and then reiterate that I do not mean to be a problem for the company."

"And I want to reiterate that you are anything but a problem for the company, Stephanie," Mr. Turner assured me and nodded. "I mean it. If there is a problem, we need to be informed of it. There seems to be a lot there. How long have you been collecting evidence?"

"OK, see... that's where the story comes in," I explained, and then I told him about the multiple times we employees had been "told" to come in for other people, but because we wanted the hours, we didn't argue it. And then I told him about my bonus check, what I got, and how low it seemed, even though I hadn't seen or heard what anyone else got. And I added in the part about Patrick's response regarding my stats sheet.

"Well, that isn't true at all," Mr. Turner informed me. "Do you..."

"I have all my work since I started here on this drive," I shared and leaned forward to hand it to him. "I learned that having backup files is smarter than not having them and wishing I would have."

"Smart girl," Mr. Turner offered.

"The rest of what I'm going to tell you and provide in this envelope was shared with me by an outside source. I did not seek it out. I was with my boyfriend at a fun event, and a friend of his joined us, stated one too many curious details about a pain-in-the-butt brother he has who'd recently upset him, and proceeded to divulge much, much more information upon learning that I worked with him.

"When he mentioned that he heard his brother bragging over the game system about how he got a big fat bonus check because he was taking credit for someone else's work, and no one was any wiser to it, I wondered if it could have been me. While I am grateful for any bonus check, and while I would never discuss another employee's income, it did seem odd to hear what people planned to do with their checks when what I got wouldn't touch those plans."

"I see," Mr. Turner responded thoughtfully. He was scowling, almost as if he was sad to know that I'd been wronged, even though the evidence hadn't even been sorted through yet.

"So, the evidence is going to provide more of a problem," I continued. "I was told things that I don't think need to be aired out beyond this department. I don't know; I don't pretend to know. What I'm saying is that another employee is, shall we say... indicated in the evidence as being part of the issues with Patrick's employment."

"Steph, let me stop you right there," Mr. Turner requested. "We have a very specific set of people who are trained to audit companies, so to speak. With what you are handing me with this file from your source, and with what's on the flash drive, and with the audio you've shared with me, I think we have what we need to get started for an official inquiry into the subject matter. I appreciate your efforts and decision to come forth with this.

"I know you're probably concerned about how this will reflect on you, but let

us

handle that. I will be having Patrick come straight here after you leave the office, so please leave through the other doors and take the north elevators back down to avoid interaction with him. Resume as usual, and do not come in tomorrow. I assure you, there will be no negative consequences.

"Finally, whenever you send anything via email, include this address in the blind carbon copy," he instructed as he handed me a business card from a drawer in his desk. "Whenever you have an interaction with him, outside of normal ones, email the time, place, nature, etc. If he says or does anything to you, please report it as quickly as possible."

"Thank you, Mr. Turner," I responded and nodded as I made my way toward the door. "I appreciate your help with this."

"Thank you, Ms. Morton," Mr. Turner replied and nodded. "You are a valued asset to this company and a pleasure with which to work. Have a good rest of the day and enjoy tomorrow's plans."

"I will," I promised and quickly made my way towards the door heading opposite my usual route. Even as I walked down the hall, I heard Mr. Turner's secretary greeting Patrick over the phone before inviting him to come straight to the department office to speak with Mr. Turner.

The rest of the day did go as usual, and Patrick was nowhere to be seen. I ignored this as best I could, told Toby I was hoping we could meet for dinner after work, and finished my work. Toby had agreed to meet me at my house at 5:30pm which allowed him to finish his own workday and get cleaned up before picking me up to take me out on the town. OK, we were just going to Chili's, but a date with my man was exactly what I needed.

***

"Baby?" Toby called out into my house. I had just finished pulling on my socks when he walked into my room. "Hey, good-lookin'," he greeted me. "Say, I'm looking for my girlfriend. She's about yea-high," he claimed as he held his hand up to his ear, "gorgeous face, and killer body," he added before taking my hand to help me up off the bed. "Oh, hey! Not sure where she's at, but you'll do," he teased and pulled me into a hug. "Hi, baby. Bad day?"

I nodded against his head and laughed as I felt my tears welling up. Toby knew me too well though. I was trying to get by without crying, but it was too much.

"Baby, let's go to dinner," he encouraged, knowing I wouldn't want it pointed out that I was crying. "Let's see if we can get that corner booth nobody but us lovebirds seem to want." I nodded again. "You good?"

"Yeah," I answered and wiped my face quickly before facing him. I smiled weakly and cupped his cheek. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"All the time, but never enough," he responded and kissed me sweetly. "I love you, Stephanie Marie Morton," he promised and brought me into another loving kiss. I moaned as he held me close. "Come on. Let's go eat and talk and get the daytime stuff done. I want to come back here and rock your nighttime."

"Mmm, I love the way you cover all the bases," I teased and laughed when I saw that he'd recognized my baseball reference.

We sat in that promised corner booth and cozied up while we waited for our food. We weren't about to show the world what we did in private, but we enjoyed touching and holding each other, so we happily did that. There were kids present, and no one batted an eye at our table, so we were cool. Once our food was ordered, I looked up at him, accepted his sweet kiss again, and then proceeded to share with him how things had played out at work.

"So, how was it when Patrick got back?" Toby asked after our entrees had been brought to the table. I had just finished telling him the instructions given to me by Mr. Turner.

"He never came back," I replied and shrugged. "I'm going to do exactly what he told me to do. I'm going to act normal. I am not going in tomorrow, and we're going on a boat trip to remember for a lifetime. And I'll go to work on Friday and act like nothing happened. I was told these things take time, so I'm biding my time. I believe the results will come sooner than later, and I'm putting my trust in Mr. Turner and his team. That's about all I can do."

I took a bite of my burger and groaned. Maybe I was emotional because I was also hungry. I hadn't eaten much at work during lunch, so my burger was hitting a spot I hadn't realized had grown empty. That was one delicious meal. Toby and I ordered and shared a dessert before we made our way back to my house.

After coming around the truck to open my door, Toby held me to himself and began to sway to the music playing behind me. When I realized where it was coming from, I laughed and then cozied up to him. He was holding his phone which was playing a familiar song.

"I love you, and I hope I always make you laugh and smile... and make all the other favorable noises." He added that last part into my ear.

"I love you, and I also hope to always be the one making you groan, growl, and pant through the fantastic orgasms accompanying those noises."

"You know, I happen to be feeling a little pull towards that back door of yours," Toby shared thoughtfully. "Any chance you'd like to head inside to make some of those noises we were just discussing?"

"Can we be all slow and loving this time?" I asked. I knew we could do that. We made love beautifully, but with all the group sex in which we'd been engaging, I just wanted to remind him that I wasn't up for a fast-paced, orgasm-driven time. I wasn't even worried about having sex at all. I needed my man, I needed my partner, and I needed my love.

"That's my favorite way to be with you," he promised and leaned down as he stopped moving to kiss me. "I love this life, baby, I do," he assured me as we made our way into the house. "But, baby?

You

are my everything. I enjoy the sex. I enjoy the swapping and the orgasms and the hotness of it all, but

you

are my truest desire. Tonight, I'm going to love you like those other parts of our lives don't exist."

"Show me the way, baby," I encouraged him and ran my hand softly over his ass. "You're so good to me."

"You make it very easy to be," he replied as he turned to take my shirt off. Before I could move on from his shirt, he stopped me and laid me down. For easily 20 minutes, he kissed every inch of my upper body. My bra made its way off at some point, and I was given such tender and amazing treatment that I was nearly in tears. He literally expressed his love through his lips.

I am nothing but fair, so we swapped places, and I gave back as good as he gave it. I kissed everywhere above his waistline, and I may have intentionally made my way to kiss him deeply more than once. To witness it was to almost feel the meaning of love. We were two people who were destined lovers, and I couldn't have been more grateful to have found this soul with whom I'd been matched.

We proceeded to strip until we were naked and positioned ourselves into a hold which enhanced the bond we were sharing as we kissed and touched one another. Eventually, we made love and reached our orgasmic peaks, but

oh!

all that led up to it was the real highlight.

After Toby had fallen asleep, I heard Lana enter the house. I got up and made my way out to see her and update her about what I'd disclosed in the text I had sent to her while at work. I used code words which we'd developed months earlier, so I wanted to speak freely.

"Hey," I greeted my cousin and cuddled up to her on the couch.

"Hiya," she offered back. "Loverboy sleeping? You must have tired him out, huh?"