The Job Offer - By Eleanor Webb Page 0,38
type of man who would say or do just about anything to get what he wanted, not qualities that Ben admired. Gail began talking again, and Ben's mind returned to their conversation while he finished giving her instructions.
After making his phone calls, he checked his emails. Several of them were copies of emails that were sent between his managers designed to keep him in the loop. There was one from Bernie about the interviews, and he emailed her back about his change in plans for next week. Because he wanted the scientist working on their staff by the time he returned from Asia, he told her to have Winfield, Rudolph, and her email their choice for the hire and to make an offer of employment to the person if the three of them were in agreement. Ben trusted their judgments. Then he noted the time and reviewed a report from his CFO.
Twenty minutes later he was notified that a fax was waiting for him in the inn's office. He went down to pick it up, peeked out on the patio, and saw Anne reading in her spot. He smiled at the sight of her in her old U of W tee shirt. Bringing the fax back to his room, he looked through the employment contract sent from his attorney's office and signed him name on the last page. He approved of the choice of hire. Then he went back to the office and faxed the document to Bernie so that additional signatures could be added. It was a fair offer of employment, and Ben thought Dr. Conner would sign it without making any amendments.
His cell phone rang about an hour later. It was his mother on the other end reminding him of the photo session and that they needed him downstairs and dressed in something other than jeans and a tee shirt in fifteen minutes. Cursing, Ben hung up and scrambled to shower and shave before donning a cream silk Oxford shirt and brown Chino pants. He made it downstairs just in time to see the photographer taking a photo of Lily and Tom posing on a wooden bench with a flower bed in front of them and the small bay behind them.
Over the next hour, the photographer had the couple pose for several "casual" shots alone and a few with the rest of the family. The purpose of the photos was to give the couple a photo record of the days leading up to their wedding as well as allow the photographer a chance to test different settings and lighting so that the final wedding photos would show the couple and family at their best. The reception would be at the same time of day on Saturday, so the lighting and angles would be similar. After an hour, the photographer finally wrapped up, and Ben quickly excused himself so that he could look for Anne. He had a sudden desire to have her by his side.
He walked back by the patio where she was earlier and found her now at the side of the swimming pool lounging with her eyes closed. Her hair and bikini were soaking wet and water drops were in the process of evaporating from her skin indicating that she had just left the swimming pool. Water ran down her stomach collecting in her navel, and his mouth went dry with the sudden thirst that could only be quenched by lapping it up. Looking over her reclining form, he felt a surge of arousal when he saw the way the light blue suit clung to her curves outlining the areolas and hard nipples of her breasts and the shape of her mound. His hands itched to explore her. Not able to help it, he leaned over and kissed her lips, a move that startled her, and she opened her eyes with a gasp.
"You're starting to turn pink," he told her when she smiled at seeing him. He sat down on the lounger next to her and watched her look over her arms and shoulders.
"Hmm, I suppose that I have been out here enough," she said sleepily. She reached up with her right arm to shield her eyes from the sunlight and bent her right leg in a pose that made her breast push forward and gave him a better view of the inside of her upper thigh and her mound covered in clinging blue fabric. He knew her move was done innocently, but she looked too