During lectures the next few days, Neil had attempted to engage me in conversation about how my first day at Stone Marketing had gone. Having no wish to relive the mortifying experience, I attempted to keep my answers as short as possible.
On Friday afternoon, he gave it one last attempt. “So, Rosie, are you going to fill us in one what it was like. It would be beneficial for you to share your experience with the other students.”
I shifted awkwardly in my chair. “Er, well it was only my first day. Most of it was just induction stuff.”
Emma caught onto my discomfort, and decided to pray upon it. “Did you meet Mr Stone again Rosie? Now that you know who he is of course?”
Some of the other students smirked.
Anger ran through me. “Yes, I did.” I snapped without thinking. I soon realised my mistake.
Her eyes widened and she spoke with mock awe in her tone. “Wow. How amazing. What is he like? You know…on a personal level?”
I gritted my teeth. “He is very professional, and of course knowledgeable about what he does.”
Emma grinned. “Hmm interesting. I heard he was a bit of a womaniser, but I suppose you won’t have to worry about anything like that…”
The comment caused some people in the room to laugh. Neil simply rolled his eyes. “Alright Emma, that’s enough. I hardly think that has anything to do with marketing.”
I glowered in her direction. I really hated her. Why did she take pleasure in being so awful to me?
After the lectures were done, most students were heading off to get ready for a Friday night out. I never had enough money for that, so I usually spent my Friday’s in the library. Vanessa often joined me. It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford to go out, it was just that she liked to study more.
We liked Friday’s in the library anyway. It was one of the least busy times to go. This meant it was quiet, and you could always get a computer or workspace without too much hassle.
As we sat down at our usual spot, Vanessa pulled out crisps and a packet of biscuits.“Urghh you’re an angel,” I groaned, reaching for a custard cream.
Crisps and biscuits were a luxury I couldn’t afford.She rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t get too comfortable, I want to know what happened on Wednesday, and why you’ve hardly said a word about it.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. I’d already dealt with this earlier in the lecture hall. “It was fine. I learnt about their social media department. End of.”
I reached for another biscuit, but she promptly pulled the packet away. “No more until you tell me the truth.”
I looked longingly at the confectionary and huffed. “Fine.”
I began to explain what had happened, although I decided to leave out the part about running away. Vanessa would never let that go.
When I had finished, she leaned back in her chair. “He so wants to fuck you.”
Shooting her an incredulous look, I snatched the biscuits back. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve already seen examples of his taste in women.”
Vanessa snorted. “Oh, you are so naïve Rosie. You just wait.”
Thankfully, Vanessa had an assignment to research for. Now I’d dished the details, she was happy to leave me alone.
I also had work to catch up on. I’d struggled to focus for the past week for obvious reasons, which meant I was a little behind.A few hours later, Vanessa began to pack up her things. “I’ve had enough. I’m going to get an early night and come back in the morning.” She stood up to start shoving her things in her back pack. “Are you staying or going?”
I looked down at the work spread around me. I’d actually managed to get into a bit of a flow. It wasn’t like I had anything to go back to anyway.
“I’ll stay. I’m in the mood to carry on.”
“Okay. Call me over the weekend.”
I watched her swagger away with that effortless grace she possessed, before bending my head back over my work.
By 8:30pm, I had polished the packet of biscuits off. I’d also made great headway into a couple of my current assignments. I decided to see if I could find another couple of books for references before heading back to my room.
As I approached the relevant stacks, I caught sight of Matt pushing books back onto the shelves. Without thinking, I ducked quickly behind another stack. What was he doing here? There was never usually any staff working this late. I bit my lip as I tried to decide what to do.I needed those books, but the idea of going over while he was there terrified me. I tried to reason with myself that I didn’t even have to interact with him. There was no reason for me to. I took a few deep breathes, trying to force myself to step out from my hiding place.I peered out to see Matt leaning against the trolley of books. He was in similar attire to what he’d been wearing before, except this time I could see the shape of his legs. He looked stronger than I thought he would. I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch, but I chastised myself and changed my gaze to his face. He was looking at his phone and smiling at something. His smile made me melt, and although I wasn’t close, I was sure I could see dimples. I wondered what his laugh sounded like?I tried to make myself move forward, but I couldn’t. I shrank back behind the stack, miserable that I didn’t even have the confidence to pick some books while he was there. How unbelievably more pathetic could I get?
I slinked away back to the work space and packed up my things. My motivation had dissipated into thin air.On the way back to my room, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. Why was I like this? I felt like a prisoner trapped in my own body. Time and time again I stopped myself from doing things because I was too anxious or scared. I was sick of it.
The sound of my phone ringing in my pocket caught my attention, I took it out to see it was a number I didn’t recognise.
I answered it cautiously. “Rosie Woods speaking.”
Then the sound of his cool silky voice came down the phone. “Miss Woods, this is Mr Stone.”
“Oh, hello Mr Stone.” I cringed at how high pitched my voice sounded.
“I’m calling about your position at Stone Marketing.”
Disappointment began to trickle through me. This sounded like the end of my internship.
“Yes?”
There was a pause, and for a moment I wondered if the line had cut off. I nearly asked him if he was still there, but his voice sounded again.
“Are you available tomorrow lunch time?”
It was a Saturday. Of course I was available.
“Er yes I am.”
“Good, I will pick you up at midday. I have a proposition for you.”
Nerves began to build in my stomach. “O…okay.”
What an earth would he have to say to me now?
I couldn’t quite believe I was back in his car again. Although this time, it was a different car. The only reason I knew it was a Porche was because I took notice of the logo. Mr Stone had hardly said a thing since I’d got into the car. I wondered if he enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable or if it was unintentional.I hadn’t even bothered to try and make too much extra effort in terms of my outfit. After all, he disapproved of my appearance whether I tried or not. I looked down at my jeans and hoodie and hoped that we weren’t going anywhere nice. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I was relived to find he wasn’t wearing a suit, although he was still smarter than I could ever hope to be. His dark grey chinos clung to his muscular legs and a crisp white shirt was tucked into his waist band. He’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and I enjoyed watching the muscles in his forearm tense and rel
After Mr Stone’s shocking proposal, I had left his apartment without saying a word. He had not bothered to chase me, which meant that I was left to my own devices trying to find my way out of the ridiculous building. When I had finally found my way to the exit, I had earned a scrutinising glance from the concierge. I felt like shouting at him, “yes I know I look like I don’t belong here! Just like everywhere else that arrogant arse has taken me!” As I sat on the tube home, I tried to regain my composure. I couldn’t believe Mr Stone had propositioned me like that. I hated to admit it, but Emma had been right. He was a womaniser. He clearly took every opportunity he could to corrupt and bed women, and he obviously wasn’t that picky. The worst part about it was that he had got into my head. Against my will, I began to imagine what it would be like for him to touch me. I felt myself getting hot at the thought, and instantly scolded myself for being so ridiculous. I c
I was back in the waiting area for Mr Stone’s office. Except this time, I was 100 times more nervous than I was before. If that was even possible.When I’d called Mr Stone on Monday evening, he hadn’t even seemed surprised that I had got back in touch with him. That annoyed me. It was as if he knew I was going to change my mind and accept. However, I had resolved to something. I was not, under any circumstances, going to let him use me. This was all about me. I would be using him. I wanted to become more confident, and then walk out of his life without looking back. There wasn’t going to be anything personal about this.I was glad he’d asked me back to his office. It made it feel more like a business deal. I was essentially acquiring a service. Of course, I continued to tell myself these things over and over again, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t any less terrified. My heel tapped nervously a
We were back in the same situation as before. Except this time Mr Stone had hired out the whole store for me. I guess billionaires really could do what they liked. He’d insisted that we weren’t going to start anything properly until I’d ‘sorted out my image’ as he’d so eloquently put it.“Nothing too elaborate for now. Miss Woods only needs the essentials for her working environment.” He spoke to the shop assistant as if I wasn’t even there.“No problem Mr Stone, I’ll begin taking the young lady’s measurements.” From the way ‘Felicity’ batted her very obviously fake eyelashes at him, she would have preferred me not to be there.She got me to stand on a plinth in the dressing room area. It was completely surrounded by mirrors, and to make matters worse, the lightening was impeccable. I could see myself from every possible angle. It was horrific. I did my best not to lo
I tried my best to stop trembling. I didn’t want him to know that he’d got to me. I knew something like this would be coming, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. I breathed slowly, telling myself I just needed to pretend he wasn’t here. I started with my faithful grey hoodie, pulling it over my head and resting it sorrowfully over the back of the chair. Then my boots, and socks. Those were easier. Now it was going to start to get harder from here. Tying to delay the inevitable, I posed a question. “What even is the point of this Mr Stone?”He sighed, almost as if I bored him. “Miss Woods. If you can overcome being naked in front of someone, wearing the kinds of clothes you were in earlier is going to be a breeze.”I hated to admit it, but that kind of made sense. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him I agreed though. He would get far too much satisfaction from it.“Hurry up Miss Woods.
When Vanessa came round to pick up her meagre supply of make up, she noticed the fancy bags that were sat in the side of my room. I cursed myself for not moving them out of sight.“What the…” She said open mouthed as she began rifling through the bags.I attempted to drag them away from her, but Vanessa had already seen enough to be able to question me.She placed one hand on her slender hip. “So, are you going to tell me what all this is about? And don’t tell me you’ve bought this with money that your mum has leant you.”I sighed. “Mr Stone bought them for me. He wasn’t happy with my last attempt at getting clothes for the office.”Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “Since when does he have a say in your wardrobe choices?”I didn’t answer and she glanced back at the bags. “Rosie…this stuff is really expensive. This must have cost over a grand…”
After my makeover Adrianne gave me her details so that we could arrange my session. She’d also promised to show me how Jake had managed to make my hair look the way it did. I was pretty sure the only explanation was witchcraft.Just before I walked into Stone Marketing, I suddenly remembered that I needed to swap my shoes. I leaned precariously against a brick wall, attracting strange looks from many passers-by. Now I just had to make my way up to Mr Stone’s office without falling over.As I approached his office, Greta spotted me and did a double take.“Miss Woods…they’ve done quite the job on you.” I noticed that she actually seemed to be a little annoyed. Maybe that meant it did look good.I gave her a thin smile. “Straight in a presume?” I pointed to Mr Stone’s door.She inclined her head to tell me I was correct.I actually felt nervous about him seeing me like this. Would he
That night I nervously undressed and slipped into a baggy t-shirt, deciding to leave my knickers off. On the way home, I’d debated just not doing it. After all, its not like Mr Stone had secret cameras in my room…at least I hoped not. But something told me he would just know. He had this irritating ability to tell when I was lying or holding something back from him. So, I knew I was going to have to go through with it. I decided to try and loosen myself up by downing a few cheap beers. As I laid down on my bed, I knew I was going to have to think of something, or someone, to make this work. I took a few minutes to shut my eyes, seeing if inspiration hit. Mr Stone came into my mind, but I knew this was only because he was the arsehole that was making me do this. It had nothing to do with him being attractive. Obviously. Suddenly, I remembered Matt. The trouble was, I’d only been able to briefly look at him a few times, I really needed some kind of photo