Toni’s Blog

The cream silk sheets felt cool and sensuous against my naked body.  I moved my legs slightly as I watched Alec undress.  His tanned skin looked even darker in the soft lamplight and I couldn’t wait for him to get into bed beside me...  It was the perfect ending to a fairy-tale romance, and the perfect beginning to the rest of my life.

“Darling...”  I murmured as he came towards the bed.  He was everything I’d ever wanted, and now he was going to be mine.

I was a very lucky lady.  The future I’d dreamed of was very close to becoming reality, and, ironically, it was all thanks to Simon.

You see, at the beginning it had been Simon I’d singled out as the guy who could give me everything I wanted...

It all started when I got a typing job with a small firm of accountants in the town where I lived.  Life in a big northern town where most people worked in factories got pretty dull, and all the boys I knew didn’t show any desire to improve their lives at all.

By the time I was seventeen I knew exactly what I wanted from life and it soon became pretty obvious that the boys I knew would never be able to provide it.

So when I started my new job I was looking for a way to climb the success ladder.  I wasn’t going to be bogged down with a small-time nobody for the rest of my life.  I was going to make it to the top, and there was only one realistic way to do that – find a guy who was already up there and marry him.

That’s where Simon Goodwin came in...

At twenty-two he was already a junior partner in his uncle’s firm, and I didn’t think it would take too long to get Simon interested in what I had to offer.

My work was routine and boring, but being an ambitious lady I was determined to stick it out.  With Simon as my reward I reckoned it would be worth while.  So after a lot of thought I set up a carefully planned campaign to get him.

The other three girls in the office were no competition.  One was married and talked about her husband non-stop, and the other two were mousy and quiet.  I definitely had a head start, but I didn’t just leave things to good luck and silent wishes.  Simon was the young executive type, and he’d only take notice of a girl who looked good and was efficient, too.

I was pretty confident about my looks and my figure, but I still made the effort to look as sexy and provocative as possible.  That meant spending a huge chunk of my salary each month on new clothes.  I didn’t mind though, it was an investment and my money wouldn’t be wasted.

Yet it wasn’t enough just to look good.  I had to prove to Simon I was more than an ordinary typist.

I worked really hard.  I was the most willing employee the company had and nothing was too much trouble.  When Mr. Goodwin senior wanted someone to stay late to type a boring list of accounts or a long-winded report I volunteered every time...  I was willing to do anything to show Simon how helpful and enthusiastic I could be.

It wasn’t possible to do any more, yet I was getting a big fat zero from my target.  Simon didn’t even seem aware that I existed!  That’s when I decided to step up the campaign.  I’d gone this far, and I wasn’t about to give up.

My next step was to show him how super-efficient I was.

The filing cabinets were in Simon’s office, and filing was the job I loathed more than anything else.  So when Mr. Goodwin asked for someone to file all the letters which had piled up I was the first to offer.

I made a great job of putting the letters into alphabetical order so that when I went into Simon’s office all I had to do was put them into date order in the files.  I waited until I knew he was in there and knocked softly on the door.

“Hello, Marty,” he said with a quick smile.

“I won’t disturb you, Simon,” I said, returning his smile.  “But Mr. Goodwin wants this filing done as soon as possible.”

“No problem,” He told me easily.  “You carry on.”

I opened and closed the filing cabinet drawers as quietly as I could and sped through the huge pile in record time.  Simon didn’t say a word, he got on with his work and I got on with mine.  Then I came to the small bundle of letters I’d deliberately left until last.

“Simon...”  I began carefully.  “I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s something here I’m not sure of.”

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