long in that position; it was too charged, and on the third orgasm he came with me, shuddering hard.
“I don’t know how you think I could ever leave you after that,” he joked lightly.
“It’s only sex, you could get that with anyone,” I pointed out.
“Yes, and how many others would let me be like that. Give me free rein like you do. You have ruined me forever, Siobhan.” And I knew he meant it because I felt it too. I couldn’t ever imagine it being as good as this again.
Chapter Nine
The offices were buzzing on Thursday with an announcement that there was going to be a big gala party at the beginning of December to celebrate one hundred years of the store. All of the department managers were called to a meeting to discuss it and I was amazed to be invited along. I obviously wasn’t the only person surprised at the invitation. As I was passing Michael’s office, I overheard part of a conversation between him and James, discussing the meeting and the attendees.
“I thought it was department heads only. Why’s Siobhan’s name on the list?”
“When I told Myra about my plans to retire, she said she might move on too, nothing definite, but she’s been here for an eternity. You can’t expect her to take to a new regime.”
“Damn! What about Dermot? And Andy, the shop floor manager? Will they move on too?”
“No, Dermot’s fine, he has another couple of years to retirement, and he’s happy to spend them here. Andy I’m not so sure, but I don’t think it’ll make a big difference to him.”
“Myra’s leaving complicates things, there’s something…”
At that, someone came around the corner so I had to move on. Anyway, I didn’t want the fate of the eavesdropper: hearing no good about myself. I got the impression Michael wasn’t too happy. I kind of understood, but I didn’t really see what difference it would make to him. If anything, it would be better as he wouldn’t be seen as taking advantage of a junior. I still couldn’t figure out though, how he had become such a confidante of James’ in such a short time, but anytime I tried to discuss James, Michael just fobbed me off, or worse, got annoyed. I headed along to the conference room to wait for the others. I figured I really needed to speak to Myra at this stage and resolved to do so at the earliest opportunity. I had been avoiding it so as not to put her on the spot.
When James and Michael eventually arrived at the meeting, pretty late, both looked quite flustered. I wondered if it had anything to do with the conversation I had overheard. The managers compiled a list of contacts that they felt needed to be invited: customers, suppliers, rivals, and colleagues that should be on the list. The plan was to clear the shop floor and hold the celebrations on the ground floor, a mammoth task. There would be a team of removal specialists and caterers, etc.
James shocked us all by saying he was hoping to go into semi-retirement immediately after the party and that there would be an announcement the night of the gala with a media release accompanying it. Although we all knew it was on the cards fairly soon, none of us expected it to be quite so imminent. There were a lot of hushed murmurs around the table until Dermot was forthright enough to ask the question that was on the tip of all of our tongues.
“So soon, James. And have you done anything about a successor?”
“I have and I’ll be announcing that at the same time, all going well. There’s a few loose ends to be tied up but hopefully all obstacles will have been removed by then, but for that reason I can’t tell you just yet.”
More murmuring and whispering ensued until James called us to order. He said he had caterers and music booked already. The day of the party, the shop would shut early and the removal teams and caterers would be in. On Sunday they would return to put the place back in order. He gave everybody a task list to take care of and stunned the
“I don’t know how you think I could ever leave you after that,” he joked lightly.
“It’s only sex, you could get that with anyone,” I pointed out.
“Yes, and how many others would let me be like that. Give me free rein like you do. You have ruined me forever, Siobhan.” And I knew he meant it because I felt it too. I couldn’t ever imagine it being as good as this again.
Chapter Nine
The offices were buzzing on Thursday with an announcement that there was going to be a big gala party at the beginning of December to celebrate one hundred years of the store. All of the department managers were called to a meeting to discuss it and I was amazed to be invited along. I obviously wasn’t the only person surprised at the invitation. As I was passing Michael’s office, I overheard part of a conversation between him and James, discussing the meeting and the attendees.
“I thought it was department heads only. Why’s Siobhan’s name on the list?”
“When I told Myra about my plans to retire, she said she might move on too, nothing definite, but she’s been here for an eternity. You can’t expect her to take to a new regime.”
“Damn! What about Dermot? And Andy, the shop floor manager? Will they move on too?”
“No, Dermot’s fine, he has another couple of years to retirement, and he’s happy to spend them here. Andy I’m not so sure, but I don’t think it’ll make a big difference to him.”
“Myra’s leaving complicates things, there’s something…”
At that, someone came around the corner so I had to move on. Anyway, I didn’t want the fate of the eavesdropper: hearing no good about myself. I got the impression Michael wasn’t too happy. I kind of understood, but I didn’t really see what difference it would make to him. If anything, it would be better as he wouldn’t be seen as taking advantage of a junior. I still couldn’t figure out though, how he had become such a confidante of James’ in such a short time, but anytime I tried to discuss James, Michael just fobbed me off, or worse, got annoyed. I headed along to the conference room to wait for the others. I figured I really needed to speak to Myra at this stage and resolved to do so at the earliest opportunity. I had been avoiding it so as not to put her on the spot.
When James and Michael eventually arrived at the meeting, pretty late, both looked quite flustered. I wondered if it had anything to do with the conversation I had overheard. The managers compiled a list of contacts that they felt needed to be invited: customers, suppliers, rivals, and colleagues that should be on the list. The plan was to clear the shop floor and hold the celebrations on the ground floor, a mammoth task. There would be a team of removal specialists and caterers, etc.
James shocked us all by saying he was hoping to go into semi-retirement immediately after the party and that there would be an announcement the night of the gala with a media release accompanying it. Although we all knew it was on the cards fairly soon, none of us expected it to be quite so imminent. There were a lot of hushed murmurs around the table until Dermot was forthright enough to ask the question that was on the tip of all of our tongues.
“So soon, James. And have you done anything about a successor?”
“I have and I’ll be announcing that at the same time, all going well. There’s a few loose ends to be tied up but hopefully all obstacles will have been removed by then, but for that reason I can’t tell you just yet.”
More murmuring and whispering ensued until James called us to order. He said he had caterers and music booked already. The day of the party, the shop would shut early and the removal teams and caterers would be in. On Sunday they would return to put the place back in order. He gave everybody a task list to take care of and stunned the
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