Ms Grant
06-07-2006, 10:29 PM
Krystle’s date
Blake had given Krystle the number to his pager, to be able to get in contact with him whenever she longed for his company. It opened up the possibility for Krystle to plan a date with Blake by her own terms. So far, they had always gone out for dinners at cosy restaurants, sometimes dancing slowly tight in each other’s arms. This time she wanted to surprise him with something different - and smiling to herself, she thought probably something he had not done for awhile too. She called his pager and in a few minutes, he called her back at her home. They had some small talk before she asked him for a date that very same evening if he was not too tied up.
“I am never too tied up for spending time with you Krystle,” he charmingly said, “…and especially not when you are asking to date a poor fellow like me.”
“Then could you come over to my place at say seven thirty?“
“I will be waiting by your doorstep fair lady, seven thirty sharp!”
“… By the way, we are taking my car; I do not want to spoil the surprise for you!”
“Anything you say, dear Krystle.”
“And do not dress up. Only casual clothes tonight and that is an order, I do not want to be embarrassed…”
“Embarrassed, you say. What do you mean by that? You could never be embarrassed as far as I know you.”
“Then you do not know me enough – you got homework to do boy!”
Blake found this charade amusing and laughed before he hung up the phone. He liked it when she took command for a while – he never let anyone do that except for his daughter Fallon. Ahh- Fallon…she was in Europe spending his money and sleeping with whole soccer teams. He had to take care of that problem one day and then Steven. But it could wait, he had to get casually dressed as Krystle had requested, pick up some flowers and be at her doorstep by seven thirty. Krystle hung up and went through her plan once again, checked the champagne in the fridge and put new candles in a chandelier. Then she sat down in a chair and read a book, listening to a Greek new age artist, calming her down with the sweet, captivating tunes from a piano. After a while, she got in to the book deep and started as the doorbell rang. She glanced at her watch, seven thirty, sharp. She went for the door. Blake was wearing a pair of jeans with a silver buckled belt, a plaid, small patterned shirt and a jeans jacket. In addition, boots of course. In his hand, he held two dozen of peach coloured roses with a lovely fragrance and his cowboy hat in the other.
“Good evening Miss Grant, on time as requested mam.” He said in a boyish kind of voice. “Will my casual outfit do?”
“Oh, Blake they are lovely,” asking him inside for a moment while she put them in a vase.
She melted from her inside out when she met his eyes and they kissed passionately. He met her soft lips and explored her mouth, softly caressing her back and breasts with his warm hands. She pulled away after a while.
“Hey, what is up baby? He asked. Why the rush?”
“We do not want to be late.”
“Late for what?”
“You will see…” she said disguising in her husky voice and took his hand.
They went down to her car, she started the engine and they took off. She drove out of town to a small place and parked outside a bowling alley.
“What are we doing here?“
“We are going bowling – something I have not done for a long while and I miss it. Come on it will be fun. I have reserved a lane for two hours. You must have done it before, haven’t you?”
“Oh yes, a few times but I have to admit it must have been at least ten years ago.”
“Good, then I might have a chance at beating you.”
“Beating me, hey little girl, then you have to cheat because I am not giving up anything free and don’t you even think about it.“
“Not even if I gave you a kiss?”
“Never for just a kiss, but I might reconsider for say …one night in your arms…what is your answer to that, missy?” He said seductively.
“Oh, you are being rude and naughty, Mr Edwards. I cannot tolerate that kind of language. We can solve the issue by a bet: If you can beat me, I am yours for the rest of the evening, no matter what. However if I win over you it is up to me to decide what to do. Deal Mr Edwards?”
“Oh, you have got yourself a deal missy. You will never know what hit you.”
Confident as he was he knew he had her in a little box. However, as always, he never underestimated the enemy, though he loved this one in particular.
“I am sure I do. Let the game begin!”
Krystle was as competitive as Blake was. She had been the state champion back in Ohio when she was seventeen and had spent hundreds of hours in the bowling alley back home in Dayton. Blake did not know anything about that. Sure, he had done some research about her but this little piece of information had slipped away from him. She was going to beat him before he even realised it. Anyway, she was the winner already – this was her date and she could not loose no matter what.
As the hours passed by, they played the game with enthusiasm. Krystle let Blake win the first round as a warm up. Then she hit him. Not only with a kiss, but also in this game she was in a premier league of her own. Hitting strike after strike, Blake had to admit to himself that she was good. Very good. He tried as hard as he ever could to give her a rematch, but he found himself beaten and admitting only to himself – a bit humiliated. This was new to him, he had always seen himself as a winner and tonight he ended the first runner up. When they came outside Blake stopped her for a while on the street holding her in his arms.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were that good at this game? No one has ever beaten me before and I really tried my very best.”
“Well I told you so, didn’t I earlier today? You do not know me enough and obviously you have some homework to do, boy…” then she softly kissed his lips. ”Now I have a craving for a hot grilled ham sandwich and a cold beer from across the street at Johnnie’s broiler. Beating you made me hungry and as far as I can remember, the winner is in charge for the rest of the evening. Am I right, Blake?”
“Yes my darling you are. I am at your humble service for the rest of the evening. After you mam.” Blake said politely smiling back at her. She was wonderful and full of surprises and he loved her for that.
After an hour at the broiler, they went home. She let Blake take the wheels, as she was the winner tonight. He walked her to her door as always, feeling a bit sad, leaving her alone tonight again. He could try to persuade her to let him stay…no that was not an option. He took her in his arms and kissed her good night, strokes his lips against her cheek and lingered by her hair. Then he pulled way and was about to leave and when she did not let go of his hand he turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Blake, remember our bet earlier this evening? You are mine for the whole evening until I say something different.”
She smiled at him in a seductive way as she let him inside. She asked him to light the candles in the room as she went for the champagne and the fluted glasses.
“Would you like to have something to drink?” she asked him from the kitchen.
“Yes, do you have some brandy or something? “
“No, I do not have any brandy but I have something else.” She came into the room with the cool bottle and a pair of glasses.
“What is this, champagne?”
“Yes, to celebrate my victory at the bowling alley.“
“How long are you going to nag about this? Is this scheme a part of your plan?” Blake grunted sounding a bit harsh.
“Only until you have received the reward for placing first runner up. Oh, don’t you see Blake?” She stood close beside him and gave him a soft butterfly kiss on his mouth. “I am the reward to the first runner up – and you are mine for the rest of the night!”
She reached up, kissed his lips and separated them with her silky tongue exploring him as he started to return her kisses, putting his strong arms around her embracing her instantly.
“Oh Krystle, you really had me fooled, please do not ever do that again.” He sounded serious.
Then he pulled her down on the sofa grasping hungry for her breasts, kissing her throat down her plunging neckline and unbuttoning her pale blue satin shirt. Her hands found their way through his hair and stroke over his strong broad back feeling his muscles play under his skin. Then he paused for a while only to face her reaction. She asked him to stay the night and wake up with her in the morning. As an answer to that, he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her to her bed.
The understanding was mutual; they did not have to say a word. Slowly they got undressed, garment-by-garment until they laid close and naked on the bed, trigging each other by caressing and kissing, exploring every inch of their bodies leaving burning trail marks by every touch and kiss. That night Blake found himself rewarded more than enough for being first runner up. This was the only time in his life he was content being a looser and to Krystle the evening had turned out just the way she had planned. Exhausted they finally fell asleep curled up together both being a winner.
Wednesday – the point of no return
Krystle had been singled out to replace Blake’s ordinary secretary at an important meeting in Washington D.C. with the American Energy Study Commission in three weeks. Mrs Marcia Quentin recently had taken a bad fall with a complicated hip fracture and was due to be away from work for at least four months. There was no time for the ordinary procedure in hiring a substitute for her. Therefore, the other executives at Denver Carrington were to recommend a suitable employee, initiated in the businesses and devoted to the company.
There had been rumours and chitchat between the secretaries on coffee breaks and by the Xerox machines. The job was prestigious, working with the top boss and in the heat of the action. Not to mention the salary and benefits. Greg Stone had asked Krystle if she was interested – but she had given him a vague answer – she hardly knew who Mr Carrington was and she had never seen his photo and on top of it, she had only been working at DC for four months now. Stone did not talk about the subject again to let her of the pressure. They were working great together and he did not want to loose her. Despite the unwillingness to get a new assistant, he gave his recommendations for Krystle Grant to Blake Carrington.
One Wednesday Greg had asked Krystle to run some errands for him downtown. She had taken an early lunch to be able to get back in time for her two o’clock appointment with the top executive, Mr Blake Carrington, for an interview as his personal assistant. When she stepped out of the lift in the foyer she spotted Blake together with a few other men across the shiny dark marble floor, but he did not notice her as he was in a deep discussion about something. Surprised and a bit disappointed over the fact that he had not let her know he was back in town three days earlier than expected from Washington DC. She tried to make contact with him but he had already disappeared. There was something fishy about the whole situation and there was nothing to do about it now.
She hurried down the stairs to the street and caught a cab. The errands were made in no time and she returned to the office at 1.20 pm. There was plenty of time before her meeting and the thought of Blake in the foyer kept on revolving in her mind. He had been acting kind of strange lately and the night before he left he had asked her questions about their relationship – if they should go on dating when he came back, if she cared for him or even loved him as if he didn’t believe their bond together was strong enough or worth the stakes. They had something nice and precious going on and she had no intentions to break it up. It was almost as if it was too good to be true.
She tried to focus on the appointment at 2.00 pm with Mr. Carrington, wondering about what he looked like and if he was as handsome as the office grapevine claimed him to be. The hot rumours told he was dating a much younger woman than himself and that she must have been something extra to be able to catch his attention. Krystle was as curious as the other secretaries of who she might be.
They had been joking about his romance at lunch and coffee breaks, guessing how long this last conquest would last. They had even made a bet about it. Krystle had put five dollars on an engagement before the end of the year. In someway she felt quite confident about the outcome, perhaps it was because she was in love herself. Janet had put her stake on a break-up within three months and had already lost. Marcia who had been working for DC for ten years now had a feeling this was more serious this time had put her stakes at six months and maybe an engagement in the end. Thoughtful and perplexed Krystle took a last glance in the mirror in the ladies room before she went out and took the lift up to the top executive floor. She was about to meet Mr. Carrington for the first time since she had started at DC four and a half months ago. Little did she know she was about to get the surprise of her life finding out Mr Edwards and Mr Carrington was the same person.
To be continued .... :peace:
Blake had given Krystle the number to his pager, to be able to get in contact with him whenever she longed for his company. It opened up the possibility for Krystle to plan a date with Blake by her own terms. So far, they had always gone out for dinners at cosy restaurants, sometimes dancing slowly tight in each other’s arms. This time she wanted to surprise him with something different - and smiling to herself, she thought probably something he had not done for awhile too. She called his pager and in a few minutes, he called her back at her home. They had some small talk before she asked him for a date that very same evening if he was not too tied up.
“I am never too tied up for spending time with you Krystle,” he charmingly said, “…and especially not when you are asking to date a poor fellow like me.”
“Then could you come over to my place at say seven thirty?“
“I will be waiting by your doorstep fair lady, seven thirty sharp!”
“… By the way, we are taking my car; I do not want to spoil the surprise for you!”
“Anything you say, dear Krystle.”
“And do not dress up. Only casual clothes tonight and that is an order, I do not want to be embarrassed…”
“Embarrassed, you say. What do you mean by that? You could never be embarrassed as far as I know you.”
“Then you do not know me enough – you got homework to do boy!”
Blake found this charade amusing and laughed before he hung up the phone. He liked it when she took command for a while – he never let anyone do that except for his daughter Fallon. Ahh- Fallon…she was in Europe spending his money and sleeping with whole soccer teams. He had to take care of that problem one day and then Steven. But it could wait, he had to get casually dressed as Krystle had requested, pick up some flowers and be at her doorstep by seven thirty. Krystle hung up and went through her plan once again, checked the champagne in the fridge and put new candles in a chandelier. Then she sat down in a chair and read a book, listening to a Greek new age artist, calming her down with the sweet, captivating tunes from a piano. After a while, she got in to the book deep and started as the doorbell rang. She glanced at her watch, seven thirty, sharp. She went for the door. Blake was wearing a pair of jeans with a silver buckled belt, a plaid, small patterned shirt and a jeans jacket. In addition, boots of course. In his hand, he held two dozen of peach coloured roses with a lovely fragrance and his cowboy hat in the other.
“Good evening Miss Grant, on time as requested mam.” He said in a boyish kind of voice. “Will my casual outfit do?”
“Oh, Blake they are lovely,” asking him inside for a moment while she put them in a vase.
She melted from her inside out when she met his eyes and they kissed passionately. He met her soft lips and explored her mouth, softly caressing her back and breasts with his warm hands. She pulled away after a while.
“Hey, what is up baby? He asked. Why the rush?”
“We do not want to be late.”
“Late for what?”
“You will see…” she said disguising in her husky voice and took his hand.
They went down to her car, she started the engine and they took off. She drove out of town to a small place and parked outside a bowling alley.
“What are we doing here?“
“We are going bowling – something I have not done for a long while and I miss it. Come on it will be fun. I have reserved a lane for two hours. You must have done it before, haven’t you?”
“Oh yes, a few times but I have to admit it must have been at least ten years ago.”
“Good, then I might have a chance at beating you.”
“Beating me, hey little girl, then you have to cheat because I am not giving up anything free and don’t you even think about it.“
“Not even if I gave you a kiss?”
“Never for just a kiss, but I might reconsider for say …one night in your arms…what is your answer to that, missy?” He said seductively.
“Oh, you are being rude and naughty, Mr Edwards. I cannot tolerate that kind of language. We can solve the issue by a bet: If you can beat me, I am yours for the rest of the evening, no matter what. However if I win over you it is up to me to decide what to do. Deal Mr Edwards?”
“Oh, you have got yourself a deal missy. You will never know what hit you.”
Confident as he was he knew he had her in a little box. However, as always, he never underestimated the enemy, though he loved this one in particular.
“I am sure I do. Let the game begin!”
Krystle was as competitive as Blake was. She had been the state champion back in Ohio when she was seventeen and had spent hundreds of hours in the bowling alley back home in Dayton. Blake did not know anything about that. Sure, he had done some research about her but this little piece of information had slipped away from him. She was going to beat him before he even realised it. Anyway, she was the winner already – this was her date and she could not loose no matter what.
As the hours passed by, they played the game with enthusiasm. Krystle let Blake win the first round as a warm up. Then she hit him. Not only with a kiss, but also in this game she was in a premier league of her own. Hitting strike after strike, Blake had to admit to himself that she was good. Very good. He tried as hard as he ever could to give her a rematch, but he found himself beaten and admitting only to himself – a bit humiliated. This was new to him, he had always seen himself as a winner and tonight he ended the first runner up. When they came outside Blake stopped her for a while on the street holding her in his arms.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were that good at this game? No one has ever beaten me before and I really tried my very best.”
“Well I told you so, didn’t I earlier today? You do not know me enough and obviously you have some homework to do, boy…” then she softly kissed his lips. ”Now I have a craving for a hot grilled ham sandwich and a cold beer from across the street at Johnnie’s broiler. Beating you made me hungry and as far as I can remember, the winner is in charge for the rest of the evening. Am I right, Blake?”
“Yes my darling you are. I am at your humble service for the rest of the evening. After you mam.” Blake said politely smiling back at her. She was wonderful and full of surprises and he loved her for that.
After an hour at the broiler, they went home. She let Blake take the wheels, as she was the winner tonight. He walked her to her door as always, feeling a bit sad, leaving her alone tonight again. He could try to persuade her to let him stay…no that was not an option. He took her in his arms and kissed her good night, strokes his lips against her cheek and lingered by her hair. Then he pulled way and was about to leave and when she did not let go of his hand he turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Blake, remember our bet earlier this evening? You are mine for the whole evening until I say something different.”
She smiled at him in a seductive way as she let him inside. She asked him to light the candles in the room as she went for the champagne and the fluted glasses.
“Would you like to have something to drink?” she asked him from the kitchen.
“Yes, do you have some brandy or something? “
“No, I do not have any brandy but I have something else.” She came into the room with the cool bottle and a pair of glasses.
“What is this, champagne?”
“Yes, to celebrate my victory at the bowling alley.“
“How long are you going to nag about this? Is this scheme a part of your plan?” Blake grunted sounding a bit harsh.
“Only until you have received the reward for placing first runner up. Oh, don’t you see Blake?” She stood close beside him and gave him a soft butterfly kiss on his mouth. “I am the reward to the first runner up – and you are mine for the rest of the night!”
She reached up, kissed his lips and separated them with her silky tongue exploring him as he started to return her kisses, putting his strong arms around her embracing her instantly.
“Oh Krystle, you really had me fooled, please do not ever do that again.” He sounded serious.
Then he pulled her down on the sofa grasping hungry for her breasts, kissing her throat down her plunging neckline and unbuttoning her pale blue satin shirt. Her hands found their way through his hair and stroke over his strong broad back feeling his muscles play under his skin. Then he paused for a while only to face her reaction. She asked him to stay the night and wake up with her in the morning. As an answer to that, he lifted her up in his strong arms and carried her to her bed.
The understanding was mutual; they did not have to say a word. Slowly they got undressed, garment-by-garment until they laid close and naked on the bed, trigging each other by caressing and kissing, exploring every inch of their bodies leaving burning trail marks by every touch and kiss. That night Blake found himself rewarded more than enough for being first runner up. This was the only time in his life he was content being a looser and to Krystle the evening had turned out just the way she had planned. Exhausted they finally fell asleep curled up together both being a winner.
Wednesday – the point of no return
Krystle had been singled out to replace Blake’s ordinary secretary at an important meeting in Washington D.C. with the American Energy Study Commission in three weeks. Mrs Marcia Quentin recently had taken a bad fall with a complicated hip fracture and was due to be away from work for at least four months. There was no time for the ordinary procedure in hiring a substitute for her. Therefore, the other executives at Denver Carrington were to recommend a suitable employee, initiated in the businesses and devoted to the company.
There had been rumours and chitchat between the secretaries on coffee breaks and by the Xerox machines. The job was prestigious, working with the top boss and in the heat of the action. Not to mention the salary and benefits. Greg Stone had asked Krystle if she was interested – but she had given him a vague answer – she hardly knew who Mr Carrington was and she had never seen his photo and on top of it, she had only been working at DC for four months now. Stone did not talk about the subject again to let her of the pressure. They were working great together and he did not want to loose her. Despite the unwillingness to get a new assistant, he gave his recommendations for Krystle Grant to Blake Carrington.
One Wednesday Greg had asked Krystle to run some errands for him downtown. She had taken an early lunch to be able to get back in time for her two o’clock appointment with the top executive, Mr Blake Carrington, for an interview as his personal assistant. When she stepped out of the lift in the foyer she spotted Blake together with a few other men across the shiny dark marble floor, but he did not notice her as he was in a deep discussion about something. Surprised and a bit disappointed over the fact that he had not let her know he was back in town three days earlier than expected from Washington DC. She tried to make contact with him but he had already disappeared. There was something fishy about the whole situation and there was nothing to do about it now.
She hurried down the stairs to the street and caught a cab. The errands were made in no time and she returned to the office at 1.20 pm. There was plenty of time before her meeting and the thought of Blake in the foyer kept on revolving in her mind. He had been acting kind of strange lately and the night before he left he had asked her questions about their relationship – if they should go on dating when he came back, if she cared for him or even loved him as if he didn’t believe their bond together was strong enough or worth the stakes. They had something nice and precious going on and she had no intentions to break it up. It was almost as if it was too good to be true.
She tried to focus on the appointment at 2.00 pm with Mr. Carrington, wondering about what he looked like and if he was as handsome as the office grapevine claimed him to be. The hot rumours told he was dating a much younger woman than himself and that she must have been something extra to be able to catch his attention. Krystle was as curious as the other secretaries of who she might be.
They had been joking about his romance at lunch and coffee breaks, guessing how long this last conquest would last. They had even made a bet about it. Krystle had put five dollars on an engagement before the end of the year. In someway she felt quite confident about the outcome, perhaps it was because she was in love herself. Janet had put her stake on a break-up within three months and had already lost. Marcia who had been working for DC for ten years now had a feeling this was more serious this time had put her stakes at six months and maybe an engagement in the end. Thoughtful and perplexed Krystle took a last glance in the mirror in the ladies room before she went out and took the lift up to the top executive floor. She was about to meet Mr. Carrington for the first time since she had started at DC four and a half months ago. Little did she know she was about to get the surprise of her life finding out Mr Edwards and Mr Carrington was the same person.
To be continued .... :peace: