Highland Bound (Mithlomwen & Lady Annabelle)
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				Title: <strong>Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 23:13:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.redbookmag.com/cm/redbook/images/N1/rbk-christina-hendricks-updo-0809-mdn.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Leslie McPhee had it made.&nbsp; She was living the good life and nothing could go wrong for her perfect existence.&nbsp; Everything was how it should be and there were absolutely no worries for her at all.&nbsp; She had spent the last couple of years traipsing around Scotland on her Student Visa.&nbsp; She was a part of the Student Exchange Program at her college and she was enjoying every moment of it.&nbsp; With the wealth from her parents, it was easy for her to afford such an extravagant adventure.<br><br>One of the privileges of her adventure was that she was able to not be so focused on her studies.&nbsp; Instead of going to school, she would spend the nights partying and just enjoying the life that she had found for herself.&nbsp; Schoolwork was quickly becoming the last of her worries until she received a letter in the mail.&nbsp; She learned that her Student Visa was quickly expiring and that she would need to bring up the necessary funds to pay for it.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she was running low on any cash given to her cause she had spent just a large sum on some clothes and herself.&nbsp; With it expiring so soon, she had to renew it and she had to find some sort of income rather quickly.&nbsp; Being an American, it was getting difficult to find any sort of paying job and that is why she was outside this large mansion.<br><br>She saw an ad in a local paper that they were looking for somebody to clean the house.&nbsp; Leslie saw the opportunity and thought that she could be a cleaning lady.&nbsp; It wouldn't be too difficult to gather up enough cash to renew her Visa and then she could go back to her free living.&nbsp; All she would have to do is bite the bullet and get her nails dirty for a few days.&nbsp; How hard could it be?&nbsp; She figured it would be some old guy who could barely see the glasses on his nose.&nbsp; Nobody that would actually worry her.<br><br>Pressing the buzzer at the large doors, Leslie awaited a response with her arms folded across her chest.&nbsp; With bright red hair and bright red lips, Leslie looked different than any other girl she had ever met.&nbsp; She had a pair of sparkling green eyes that were like emeralds and the softest milkey white skin ever touched by man.&nbsp; Leslie wasn't your typical stick of a woman as she had curves to spare which was evident by her ample cleavage bursting out of her red top.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she looked up to the wood door as her heel began to tap on the cement.&nbsp; Leslie was a rather impatient girl and each second seemed to drag on for days while she waited for her new path of life to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 16:40:12</strong>
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				Craig Cameron (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/4842b3079d984.jpg) was a busy man.&nbsp; So when his now former housekeeper quit on him with no notice whatsoever it had left him in a bind, and had him cursing six ways to Sunday for nearly a week now as he searched to find a replacement for her.&nbsp; Normally it wouldn't have been that urgent of a need, but he was to be hosting the first of several formal gatherings at his estate, the first one happening in the coming week.&nbsp; Normally he would push the extra work off on his current staff and give them a fat raise to keep them from grumbling about the extra work load <em>too</em> loudly, but as they already so busy with the current work load, he didn't have the heart to add more to them, not even with a raise attached. <br><br>He'd tried all of the temporary agencies with no luck, and was beginning to think that he was doomed to never finding a replacement for the ever cranky, but horribly efficient Mrs. Fitz.&nbsp; Finally he'd put an add in the local paper out of sheer desperation, not really liking the idea of hiring someone off of the street.&nbsp; At least going through the agencies he had comfort of knowing that they had been put through all of the various checks to assure him they were trustworthy folks, but as that wasn't panning out so well, he was going to have to interview people himself and rely on his gut instinct.&nbsp; <br><br>He heard the bell ring, but paid it no mind, burying his head back into the current deskfull of paperwork.&nbsp; After several moments, the bell rang again, signaling to him that no one was answering the door.&nbsp; "Becky?!"&nbsp; He bellowed down the hall, wondering where the blasted woman had wandered off to this time.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sigh and a soft growl of irritation, he got up from his desk and stomped down the hallway toward the foyer and the front door.&nbsp; Throwing open the door, he glowered at the fetching creature standing on the front stoop, pausing for a moment to let his eyes wander up and down her luscious frame.&nbsp; "Can ah help ye?"&nbsp; He rumbled down at her, the thick Scot's accent coating his words, not having any idea she was there to apply for the job.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 00:43:35</strong>
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				"Ugh!&nbsp; I don't have all day..."<br><br>Leslie scoffed as she rang the bell a second time in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; How hard was it to open a simple door?&nbsp; Didn't these rich and snooty types have a doorman to answer the door for them?&nbsp; Why was Leslie forced to wait out in the cold for some old and decrepit man to answer the door?&nbsp; Tapping her feet on the cement, Leslie was about to ring again when the door was finally answer.&nbsp; Letting her hands fall to her sides in exasperation, Leslie was shocked to see the man answer the door.<br><br>He looked older than her, but much younger than she thought would be the 'Master' of the house.&nbsp; Staring up at him, she saw the hint of his muscular and fit frame from underneath his clothing.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, she caught the glimpse of his eyes as they trailed the length of her body.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she rather loudly cleared her throat at the suddenly rude movements of his eyes.<br><br>"Yeah, is the owner of the house around?&nbsp; I came for the cleaning position in the paper..."<br><br>Holding up the folded local paper, Leslie shifted in her heels as she tried to look past him into the house.&nbsp; Surely, this man could not be the owner of the house.&nbsp; Leslie had no attention to working for some spoiled boy who had grown up in the life of luxury.&nbsp; If it wasn't imperative that she needed the money, Leslie would have turned around at this very moment and never see him again for the rest of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 18:44:19</strong>
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				Craig snatched the piece of paper out of her hand to look at it, and sure enough saw the add he'd posted circled in red ink.&nbsp; "Ah'm the owner o' the house."&nbsp; He rumbled down to her, not sure if he was irritated or amused by this slip of a girl taking such a haughty attitude toward him.&nbsp; "Pardon ma sayin' so, boot ye dinna look like much o' a housekeeper ta me."&nbsp; He chuckled softly, the warm rich sound of his voice filling the foyer. <br><br>"Boot never the less, if ye've come for an interview, ye shall have one."&nbsp; He stepped aside, his large muscular frame no longer filling the doorway, leaving room for her to pass through.&nbsp; "If ye'll step this way, ma office is jist doon the hall an' we can get this started."&nbsp; He waited for her to step through the door so he could close it behind her, taking another quick look over her delicious little frame while he was at it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 04:06:20</strong>
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				Leslie's bright red lips fell open in shock when her paper was snatched away from her hands by the apparently rude and inconsiderate man standing in front of her.&nbsp; His ad along with a few others were circled by her as it was apparent that she was absolutely desperate for any kind of work.&nbsp; The shock turned into a small anger as she felt insulted by his words.&nbsp; Granted, he may have been right as she looked a bit young, but that should have nothing to do with the fact that she was still here for the position.&nbsp; She would not be discriminated against just because she didn't look the part.<br><br>"So, are you going to speak English during this interview or am I going to need a translator?"<br><br>Leslie had to listen closely to every single one of his words just so that she could understand what he was saying to her.&nbsp; She had been in Scotland for a few months, so she was beginning to fully understand the accent.&nbsp; But, Craig's seems to be heavier than most that she had met.&nbsp; She figured if he had any kind of refinement that he could at least talk like a proper gentleman.&nbsp; Stepping through the door, she began to walk down the hallway in front of her while her tall heels clicked on the floor.&nbsp; Her tight skirt encased her full bum and small waist while her red top barely held back her bountiful bosom.&nbsp; Pushing a piece of her curly red hair away from her face, her green eyes focused on every single detail in the mansion while walking down the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 17:19:07</strong>
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				"Ah <em>am</em> speakin' English lass."&nbsp; Craig growled softly as he led her toward the office.&nbsp; The man was already in a bad mood and this uppity little creature following him was not doing much to help that mood along.&nbsp; In fact she was making him even more cranky.&nbsp; "Ah'd suggest ye temper tha' attitude lass.&nbsp; If ye're lookin' fer employment wi' me or anyoone else ye'd best learn ta mind tha' sharp tongue o' yers.&nbsp; Ah dinna ken ta many employers tha' would hire a smartass slip o' a girl wi' attitude problems...if ye catch ma meaning."&nbsp; <br><br>The large Scotsman stepped into the doorway of his office, his frame seeming to fill the space and making it seem as if the doorway was smaller than it actually was.&nbsp; He stepped aside slightly to allow her entrance, just as he'd done at the front door, being the perfect gentleman and host for his 'guest', but before she could move inside he stepped in front of her, his tall body looming over hers.&nbsp; He stared down at her, his beautiful piercing blue eyes nearly boring a hole into her.&nbsp; "Ah mean it lass.&nbsp; If ye're lookin' for a job in ma house, ye'll cool the attitude.&nbsp; If no' ah'm more'n happy to show ye the door ye came through."&nbsp; His tone was flat, telling her that he expected no argument from her....a man very much accustomed to getting what he wanted.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 20:55:09</strong>
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				<em>'Lass?'</em><br><br>Her thin eyebrow arched slightly above her left eye as she heard the word escape his lips.&nbsp; Leslie had been in Scotland long enough that she knew and understood the meaning to that word.&nbsp; A lass was usually reserved for a young girl or some sort of endearing tone, both of which she was not.&nbsp; Leslie absolutely abhorred when anybody treated her like a young child and she would not let some spoiled boy do it to her.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth, she followed him as she desperately tried to the remove the word from her mind even though the remnants were much too prevalent to be so easily forgotten.<br><br>Leslie had to put on the brakes or she would have ran into the large frame in front of her.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned his body as she looked up to stare into his blue eyes.&nbsp; His masculine scent was overwhelming and went into every sense with the young girl.&nbsp; Clenching her fist, she wanted to complain about his name calling, but she had to bite her tongue.&nbsp; This was the first time somebody actually asked her for an interview and she desperately needed the money.&nbsp; In fact, she didn't know how long she could stay at her flat if she didn't start bringing in some kind of money.&nbsp; Taking a moment to take a breath and calm her nerves, Leslie spoke harshly through her wired jaw.&nbsp; For now, she could at least try to be civil.<br><br>"You are.....right.&nbsp; And......and I am sorry.&nbsp; Please, I really need this job!&nbsp; Just give me a chance and I promise not to disappoint you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 02:34:11</strong>
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				His response was a curt nod before spinning around on his heels to walk toward his desk.&nbsp; A large hand indicated she should take a seat in one of the lush leather covered chairs in front of his desk.&nbsp; "Have a seat an' we'll see aboot this interview."&nbsp; &nbsp;He strode around the back of his desk, setting his large frame back into the chair he'd been forced to vacate in order to answer the door.&nbsp; <br><br>"So tell me lass...do ye have any references?&nbsp; Any experience wi' bein' the head housekeeper fer an estate such as this?"&nbsp; He fumbled with the stack of papers on his desk, hastily straightening them back up and setting them off to the side to look at Leslie.&nbsp; "Beggin' yer pardon lass.&nbsp; Ma name is Cameron....Craig Cameron, and this is ma house.&nbsp; Ye'll note it's in a wee bit of a turmoil yes?&nbsp; That's because ma former housekeeper upped an' left....cranky old biddy that she was...boot she ran a tight ship around here, do ye think ye can do the same?"&nbsp; <br><br>His piercing blue eyes studied her carefully, wanting to gauge her reaction to his questions.&nbsp; "Ye'll be in charge of overseein' a rather large staff, in makin' sure the place is run as it should be...no' to mention getting it ready for the various social affairs tha' happen here during this time o' year.....the first one bein' in a weeks time."&nbsp; She would either rise to the challenge or run away screaming like the spoiled little girl he suspected she was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 22:15:14</strong>
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				Smoothing her skirt underneath her, Leslie sat the edge of the chair as she desperately tried to keep her fiery temper under control for just a few moments.&nbsp; She could be sweet and engaging while during this interview.&nbsp; She just needed this position and then she would probably never see him again.&nbsp; He would be much too busy to look after a simple girl such as herself as she would probably be placed in some far off wing to dust old furniture that hadn't been touched this century.&nbsp; Keeping a calm look on her face, she was not expecting the barrage of questions.<br><br>Her bright green eyes became as large as headlights at his questioning.&nbsp; She cursed herself for him taking the paper as she obviously had applied for a position far out of her league.&nbsp; She was not ready to oversee an entire staff nor run a place as large as his mansion.&nbsp; This was not the simple and easy job that she had circled in the local paper.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she resigned to the fact that she would be back at square one in a few moments.<br><br>With nothing to loose, Leslie decided to do her best to talk her way into the position.&nbsp; Maybe she could find a way to warm that ice heart of his or at least find some sort of pity from him.&nbsp; Surely, he is not as cruel and intimidating as he initially seems.<br><br>"First of all, my name is not 'lass'.&nbsp; It is Leslie.&nbsp; Leslie McPhee.&nbsp; And I....umm...."<br><br>The truth hit hard.&nbsp; His piercing blue eyes made her shake in the chair as she couldn't look at them any longer.&nbsp; Pushing a piece of her fiery red hair behind her ear, Leslie swallowed any of her pride and began to plead for some help.<br><br>"I do not have any references or experience with a place this big.&nbsp; I mean, I've never been trained formally as a housekeeper.&nbsp; But, I am a very clean person at home.&nbsp; My room is always sparkling.&nbsp; And I am a very hard worker!&nbsp; I will do anything you ask!"<br><br>Mostly lies, but Leslie didn't care.&nbsp; She wouldn't tell him that her room is a mess and she hardly ever cleans.&nbsp; She just needed some money.&nbsp; Any kind!<br><br>"Please, Mister Cameron.&nbsp; I really need this job.&nbsp; I need the money!&nbsp; Please!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 16:39:48</strong>
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				His blue eyes took on a predatory gleam for a moment,&nbsp; the sapphire orbs traveling up and down the length of her body once more, not missing a single detail.&nbsp; "Anythin'?"&nbsp; He asked, his voice growing deep, something almost resembling a growl and leaned forward on his desk while he looked at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stared at her a moment more like that, and then sat back in his chair to smile at her pleasantly, gone was the predatory male, replaced with the cultured gentleman once more. <br><br>He quirked a brow at her, a smirk of amusement passing over sensual masculine lips.&nbsp; "Aye?&nbsp; Weel, tell me <em>lass</em>," Craig said, putting emphasis on the word just to irritate her.&nbsp; "Why would ah hire ye tae run my staff,&nbsp; knowin' that ye have no experience ta speak of?&nbsp; Ah'm sure ye need the job, boot ah need someone capable of taking over an' makin' sure this seasons formal affairs go off wi'out a hitch."&nbsp; He chuckled softly, the warm rich sound of it echoing in the office.&nbsp; "Ye'll pardon ma sayin' so, boot bein' able ta clean yer room doesna mean ye can run an estate."&nbsp; <br><br>Craig sat back in his chair, tapping his long thick fingers on the top of his desk while he studied her closely.&nbsp; "Give me a good solid reason ah should consider ye for this job."&nbsp; He said matter of factly, looking at her evenly.&nbsp; "An' no' this mumbo jumbo aboot ye needin' the money.&nbsp; There's lots of others oot there tha' need money an' are qualified for the job."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 21:55:49</strong>
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				For the briefest of moments, Leslie had thought that she could get through this interview without a hitch.&nbsp; She watched his smile and his eyes grow wide as her hope to gain the job seemed to spike for just a minute.&nbsp; In fact, the anticipation caused her to sit up straight on her chair as she looked hopeful and almost innocent in her smile.&nbsp; Maybe he could take a little pity on her and that this grueling process would be over with.<br><br>However, just as the moment came to her, it passed just as quickly.&nbsp; Falling back on her chair, Leslie felt the entire weight of the world fall on her shoulders.&nbsp; If she couldn't even get a measly housekeeper position, then how did she expect to get any job at all?&nbsp; He had been her only hope so far and probably the only one she would get.&nbsp; It was difficult to hide the sigh that escaped her lips as her green eyes looked away from him.&nbsp; Giving up hope on the proposition, she was ready to admit defeat and move along to her next rejection.<br><br>"Because Craig, you need me.&nbsp; Can you find anybody else who would do this position in such a short notice?&nbsp; I am sitting here willing to do whatever it takes to be the best for you."<br><br>Closing her eyes for a moment, she leaned closer on her chair as her tone became less harsh than it ever was.&nbsp; It was softer in volume and in sharpness as she tried to play on his compassionate side.<br><br>"Listen, I will be honest with you.&nbsp; I desperately need a job.&nbsp; I hardly have any money and my Visa is about to expire.&nbsp; If I don't pay it soon, then I will be sent back home.&nbsp; I don't want that.&nbsp; I want to stay here.&nbsp; I have grown to love Scotland.&nbsp; So, if I don't stand a chance at getting this job, then please tell me.&nbsp; There is no need to waste either of our times as I will gladly leave here and try to find work at some pub...or whatever..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:50:35</strong>
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				Craig quirked a dark eyebrow at her use of his first name, a smirk playing out across his full lips at the audacity the little chit had.&nbsp; "Tha's Laird to ye lass."&nbsp; He said evenly, steepling his fingers together and resting his thumbs against his bottom lip as he listened to her plea.&nbsp; <br><br>At last it came to the nuts and bolts of why she was here.&nbsp; She wanted to stay in the country and getting a job was the only way that would happen.&nbsp; "Dinna want ta be deported eh?"&nbsp; He asked with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair.&nbsp; Craig's large frame reclined leisurely in his chair, the broad expanse of his shoulders resting against the back of the chair as he looked her over.&nbsp; "Weel, lass ah'll tell ye what.&nbsp; Ah'll give ye a chance.&nbsp; One week.&nbsp; If ye can handle the first formal affair scheduled for later in the week, ye can stay on.&nbsp; IF ye make a disaster o' it, ah'll set ye oot ma door on tha' pretty arse of yourn after ah've had ma way wi' it.&nbsp; Deal?"&nbsp; He asked, once again quirking a brow at her, wondering if she'd take the deal.&nbsp; "Boot, ye'll no' get paid until the week is oot.&nbsp; Dinna want ta be wastin' a weeks worth of salary on something if it's no' worth it."&nbsp; <br><br>Grinning at her, he sweetened the deal, knowing she wouldn't be able to say no to his terms.&nbsp; "Boot, if ye succeed, ah'll give ye a ten thousand pound bonus along wi' yer salary an' keep ye on as ma employee.&nbsp; What say ye?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 04:31:57</strong>
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				<em>Laird....what is a laird?&nbsp; There is no way in hell that I am going to call him that...</em><br><br>Leslie desperately tried to decipher his accent as she listened intently to any word that would drip from his lips.&nbsp; He seemed so nonchalant about the entire situation as it just made the entire experience that much worse.&nbsp; He couldn't care at all what would happen to her as she knew that she was nothing to him.&nbsp; She was just an empty face that came asking about an employment from him.<br><br>However, that seemed to all pass when he finally accepted her offer.&nbsp; She was certain that she would jump out of her skin in joy as she was finally given an opportunity to gain some sort of financial gain.&nbsp; She almost missed the odd sayings from him that seemed to bring reality back down on her dream.&nbsp; His way with her bum?&nbsp; A week to get paid?&nbsp; These odd phrases kind of slipped by as her adulation just made them wash away.&nbsp; She didn't care about the details.&nbsp; She finally had a position.&nbsp; And one that would pay her.&nbsp; She was finally safe!<br><br>"YES!&nbsp; Thank you!&nbsp; Thank you so much!&nbsp; I will do my best, I promise!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 04:16:33</strong>
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				Craig smirked at her, wondering if she truly understood what she was agreeing to.&nbsp; "Ah'll hold ye to that."&nbsp; He said softly, the warm rich timbre of his voice carrying across the desk to her.&nbsp; "An' ah'll expect ye here at six in the mornin'.&nbsp; Be prepared ta work lass, they'll be no gentle initiation period.&nbsp; There's much ta be done, an' little o' no time ta do it."&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up from his seat, waiting for her to get up from her chair.&nbsp; "Do ye think he can be here that early?"&nbsp; Craig asked evenly, his voice giving away no hint as to the thoughts going on within his mind.&nbsp; He appeared for all of the world like a man who had just become her boss, trying to hammer out the details of the arrangement.&nbsp; "If no', ye're more'n welcome ta stay in one of the guest suits here at the manor."&nbsp; He slipped his hands behind his back, grasping his wrist with his other hand and leaning back against the wall, waiting for her to answer before he said anything else.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 04:20:04</strong>
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				"Of course!&nbsp; I will be here and be ready to work..."<br><br>The reality of the situation began to sank into Leslie's mind as she wondered what she had just agreed to.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it looks like her lifestyle will be put on hold for a little while.&nbsp; However, she rationalized that if she could just bite the bullet for a little while, then she would go back to her ways in no time.&nbsp; Craig was offering her more money than any so far, so if she could just work for him for a little while, then she could go back to her partying ways.<br><br>Quickly, she followed his motion and arose from her seat.&nbsp; Pausing for just a moment, she thought about the question that he was asking.&nbsp; Granted, his house was incredibly far away and it is a long walk for her, but she tried to think of the alternative.&nbsp; Staying in an almost stranger's home with no clothes seemed like a recipe for trouble.&nbsp; Her green eyes returned to him as she spoke to him in a rather nonchalant manner.<br><br>"I think I will manage tonight.&nbsp; I've got to take care of some things at home anyway..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 18:30:30</strong>
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				"Vera weel."&nbsp; Craig said with a nod of his head, motioning for her to move ahead of him out of the door.&nbsp; "Pausing for a moment to allow her to pass in front of him, he let those eyes of his roam over the shapely little body, his gaze affixing itself on the pert curve of her delectable little rump.&nbsp; His large hands clenched at his sides, trying to resist the urge to reach out and grab two handfuls of her shapely posterior.&nbsp; Craig coughed to cover up a chuckle as he imagined the reaction he'd get from her should he give into the urge.&nbsp; <br><br>He smiled at her, maintaining the image of a gentleman while he walked along beside her toward the front door.&nbsp; "Be prepared ta work lass."&nbsp; He instructed her evenly, his rich masculine voice echoing through the hallway as they walked.&nbsp; "Ye can either wear a skirt or slacks, boot ye'll ha' ta adhere ta dress code.&nbsp; Black on the bottom, white on the top.&nbsp; Preferably a button up shirt, boot if ye ha' a nice dress shirt wi'oot buttons tha'll be jist fine fer now."&nbsp; He reached out to brush an errant ruddy curl off of her shoulder, motioning toward the mass of red and trying to imagine what it would look like unbound and falling down around her pale naked shoulders.&nbsp; That thought caused the naked manhood hidden beneath his kilt to twitch in response, forcing him to change his train of thought before he was troubled with a tent in front of his body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ye can wear yer hair up in a twist or a bun, a braid....or even in a tail...but it must be bound somehow as ah like ma staff to appear professional."&nbsp; When they reached the front door, he looked down at her, and cocked his head to the side.&nbsp; "Do ye ha' any questions?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 17:30:12</strong>
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				The tall heels and the tight skirt put Leslie's feminine curves on full display and she always made sure to make the most usage out of her God given gifts.&nbsp; She knew very well what her body could do to men and how exactly to get her own way with such delights.&nbsp; With a wide grin, she made sure to add an extra sway of her hips as she walked in front of him towards the door.&nbsp; This Craig seemed like a hard and pestering man, but Leslie was certain that she could make him crack and he would soon give in to her feminine wiles.&nbsp; Many employers have done that in the past and she was certain it would continue in the future.&nbsp; It was how she was able to make most of her jobs very easy to do.<br><br><em>Dress Code</em><br><br>Leslie didn't realize that she was back in school and would need to find a uniform to wear.&nbsp; She couldn't help her green eyes roll in her head at the thought of adhering to his annoying and bothersome rules.&nbsp; Thinking to her vast wardrobe, she began imagining exactly what kind of outfit that she could put together to his liking.&nbsp; It seemed simple enough and not that difficult for her to find.....<br><br>Suddenly, Leslie completely lost her train of thought as everything disappear inside of her mind.&nbsp; Feeling his strong and masculine hand rub so closely against her skin caused a controlled shiver to run through her body.&nbsp; Her bottom red lip quivered in the sudden rush inside of her body at his simple touch.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately went to the floor before them as she suddenly remembered that he asked her a question.&nbsp; Quickly, she shook her head as she fumbled with the door.<br><br>"Noooo, I am perfectly good.&nbsp; I---I----I---I should go...."<br><br>And with that, Leslie quickly opened the door and left as quickly as she could.&nbsp; She didn't know what his hand had did to her, but she had to go as far away from it as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 20:23:41</strong>
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				Craig watched the girl hurry away from him, a smirk playing out across his full lips.&nbsp; <em>Oh yes,</em> he thought to himself, a wry gleam of amusement twinkling in his blue eyes, <em>Ye can run away now....boot ye ha' ta come back tomorrow....an' ah'll be here.</em>&nbsp; He'd ruffled her feathers that much was sure, and damned if he didn't enjoy that thoroughly. Craig was a pretty good judge of women, given his rather peculiar kinks he had to be.&nbsp; As a Laird and a gentleman it wouldn't due to have him proposition the wrong woman.&nbsp; He had to have a feel for them beforehand, as not many were receptive to his desires, so he had to be very careful of whom he approached. <br><br>He already knew that despite her prim and proper exterior,&nbsp; Leslie would be a firecracker in the bedroom, and god help him, but Craig wanted to break down that haughty attitude of hers.&nbsp; He wanted her whimpering and begging him, willing to do whatever it was he wanted if he would only satisfy the raging hunger he'd awoken within her. <br><br>Glancing down Craig saw what that train of thought had gotten him,&nbsp; his manhood now standing proud in front of him, tenting the plaid wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; "Blasted chit."&nbsp; He glowered in the direction of Leslie's retreating form, slamming the door shut and stomping back down the hallway.&nbsp; <br><br>"Emily!"&nbsp; He barked out, a nearby maid jumping in response to both the order and his tone, rushing into his office, already knowing what she was being called to do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come here lass..."&nbsp; He growled heatedly, pointing to the desk in front of him, the maid already moving to do as ordered.&nbsp; She rounded the desk, to stand in front of him, her back facing him and bent over the desk obediently.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's a good girl."&nbsp; He purred thickly, already in the process of raising her skirt, his long strong fingers sliding up the backside of her thighs.&nbsp; His knees thrust themselves between hers, spreading her open for him and with one quick hard thrust buried himself within the maids already damp depths.&nbsp; <br><br>He let out a groan of pleasure, closing his eyes and imagining it was Leslie standing in front of him now.&nbsp; Drawing back, he thrust into the maid again and again, his hip pounding into her in rapid succession, smiling to himself at hearing her soft grunts.&nbsp; "I think I will have fun playing with her...."&nbsp; He whispered to Emily as he continued to rut, grabbing the maids ponytail to arch her head backward and give him more leverage.&nbsp; "I think she will be worth taming....don't you?"&nbsp; He grunted softly to her. <br><br>"Yes...yes Sir..."&nbsp; She whimpered quietly, her fingers gripping the desk hard as he moved within her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good girl."&nbsp; He cooed to her, once again imagining the haughty Leslie before him in such a way as he used the maid in her stead. <br><br><hr><br>The next day, Craig was standing in the formal dining room, pacing back and forth as it neared six o'clock.&nbsp; Nearly time for his new hire to arrive.&nbsp; He almost hoped she was late as it would give him a chance to discipline her right from the start, to get a better feel for her and how she would react to <em>other</em> things.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling his pocket watch out once more to glance at the time, he closed it once more and tucked it back into his pocket and looked out of the window to see if he could spot her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 23:07:52</strong>
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				Leslie went back to her flat as quickly as her high heels would allow her.&nbsp; When she woke up this morning, she would have never imagined that she would finally have a job or that she would be a cleaning lady or that she would have a boss who was anything like Craig.&nbsp; However, by the end of the day, she finally was granted her wish and she knew that she would be able to stay over in Scotland for as long as she chose.&nbsp; Grinning wildly, Leslie had to get her emotions in tact if she were to use Craig properly.&nbsp; She didn't know what it was about his hand that caused her to shake and quiver almost so violently, but that touch of his was like nothing she had ever felt.&nbsp; It shook the young girl to her core and caused to reevaluate her entire perception of the strange man.<br><br>Usually, Leslie had the control and the power.&nbsp; Men would falter all around her and beg for even a moment of her time.&nbsp; Leslie had an uncanny ability of manipulating the opposite sex to do exactly what she wanted them to do.&nbsp; She had to regain that power as she had lost it ever since she stepped through the doors of that mansion.&nbsp; She had to have him eating out of the palm of her hands.&nbsp; She had to regain her control over him so that she could make this job as easy as possible.&nbsp; She had no intention of working her bum off as she fully intended on slacking most of the time.&nbsp; However, Craig wouldn't realize she was doing exactly that as he would be too entranced by her beauty to put up an objection.<br><br>That night, Leslie had to get him out of her mind, so she went to rejoin her friends at a local pub.&nbsp; Leslie drowned her feelings in clear and powerful liquor that would burn the back of her throat.&nbsp; It was her last night of partying and enjoyment before she would begin her new job the next night.&nbsp; She knew that since she had a new source of income, she could spend more on having the time of her life.&nbsp; It was when the world became blurry and the memories of Craig were drowning in liquor that she finally returned to her flat.&nbsp; Falling on her bed, Leslie passed out without a care in the world.<br><br><hr><br>If everything could go wrong in the morning, it happened that morning.&nbsp; First of all, the clothes that Leslie had decided to wear were not even clean, so she had to go through her massive collection to find something to fit his rules.&nbsp; In the back of her closet, she found a pair of pinstriped black pants that fit a bit loosely and a simple white blouse that she left untucked.&nbsp; Putting her hair in a simple ponytail, Leslie did not care about her look at all as she was already running extremely late.&nbsp; She could barely grab a cup of coffee as she rushed out of her apartment while running in her black flats.<br><br>The morning was incredibly dreary and light rain was beginning to fall.&nbsp; Unable to hail a cab, Leslie took a large bus that ran several blocks by Craig's mansion.&nbsp; Well, normally it did, but Leslie had to run a couple of extra blocks considering she got lost by the time she reached his door.&nbsp; Looking at her cell phone, she saw the time and realized that she'd probably have to be looking for a new job this afternoon.<br><br>"7 AM?&nbsp; You have to be fucking kidding me?&nbsp; God Damnit..."<br><br>And with that final curse, Leslie slipped inside the door as she hoped to sneak inside without getting caught.&nbsp; From all the running, her cheeks were rather red as her brow was moistened with her perspiration.&nbsp; Rain drops marred her red hair along with her white blouse which was straining to hold back her heaving bosom.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly the fresh start that she had hoped for...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 02:52:13</strong>
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				"So nice of ye ta join us lass."&nbsp; Craig rumbled sweetly, the saccharine tones of his words belying the dark look on his face.&nbsp; He motioned toward the ten people standing in the foyer waiting for her.&nbsp; Craig didn't say a word to her about how late she was, didn't make mention that she was over an hour late, nor did he express just how angry he was with her at that moment, as his attention was on other things.&nbsp; Namely the two lush globes barely contained beneath the nearly transparent white blouse she wore.&nbsp; Craig swore that he could almost see the dusky outline of her nipples through the light colored garment and felt his mouth water as he yearned to taste them.&nbsp; <br><br>Clearing his throat and growling softly, he tried to clear his mind of such thoughts lest his kilt end up tented as it had done the day before when his mind had ventured into thoughts such as the ones he was trying to dismiss.&nbsp; Forcing his eyes away from her chest, he spun himself around to face the staff members, walking himself up and down in front of the line.&nbsp; "Now tha' yer here, maybe we can get the staff ta work eh?"&nbsp; He asked sarcastically, spinning around to face her once more.&nbsp; "They've been standin' here for an hour waitin' on ye."&nbsp; He spat at her, now letting her get a glimpse of just how angry he was with her.&nbsp; "So when yer done wi' today's list o' things, ah'll expect ye in ma office ta make up fer the hour's time ye've wasted of theirs an' mine."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He stepped closer to her, his large frame looming in front of her, momentarily blocking her view of the other workers.&nbsp; "Five o clock sharp lass.&nbsp; Dinna be a minute late to ma office, or ye'll no have a job come morning."&nbsp; And with that, handed her a list of the things she was supposed to do for the day and strode off angrily.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 22:07:44</strong>
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				Suddenly, it seemed a bright searchlight had been forced upon Leslie as she shielded her eyes from the intense gaze of hew new boss.&nbsp; She almost jumped out of her tall heels when he appeared so suddenly behind her and so intimidating.&nbsp; She had already been out of breath because of her sudden run, but seeing him once again caused even more air to be depleted from her lungs.&nbsp; Looking from him to the scowling staff, Leslie knew that she was in trouble and had her work cut out for her.&nbsp; They truly did not look amused at her present state, especially after being made to wait for a full hour.&nbsp; Some of them were angry at such a young girl being given full charge of them as they were jealous of the Master's attention.<br><br>Swallowing the lump in her throat, Leslie's mind drifted to the private meeting she would have with Craig later in the day.&nbsp; She could feel his anger towards her permeate through any distance of their bodies and she knew that the meeting would not be a pleasant one.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it looked like Leslie would probably be looking for a new job in the morning.&nbsp; Taking the list from him, she walked in front of the servants and desperately tried to put on her best commanding tone.<br><br>"So, here are the duties for the day..."<br><br><hr><br>The rest of the day didn't improve all that much.&nbsp; After finding some coffee, Leslie did her best of avoiding Craig the entire day.&nbsp; She tried to mirror and watch the staff work, but they had the same attitude from before.&nbsp; They all seemed to understand exactly what needed to be done and Leslie's help was completely unneeded.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she found herself a small room that nobody had used in the longest while.&nbsp; Rearranging the books and dusting all of the shelves, Leslie found some moments to waste her time.&nbsp; It was the buzzing of her cell phone that called her to her fate.&nbsp; Straightening her outfit, she took one last deep breath and walked to Craig's office.&nbsp; With a light knock on the door, she spoke to him in a quite and almost terrified voice.<br><br>"....Um, you wanted to see me...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 14:45:43</strong>
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				Looking up from his computer screen Craig eyed the chair in front of his desk, giving her a silent command that she should sit in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;The office was silent save for the quiet squeaks of his chair as he shifted in his seat, and the soft 'clickity clack' of his fingers against the keyboard as he typed away.&nbsp; <br><br>Craig waited until she was seated, and continued to type, all but ignoring her.&nbsp; Several long tense moments stretched out, silent save for his typing.&nbsp; He was doing it on purpose, knowing that the longer the silence stretched on the more nervous and anxious she was becoming.&nbsp; He could sense it, could nearly smell her fear and he struggled to keep the smirk off of his face in knowing that she probably feared the worst.&nbsp; After about five minutes, Craig finally stopped typing and leaned back in his chair to focus his attention on Leslie. <br><br>Dark blue eyes stared at her angrily, the heat and weight of his gaze enough to make her feel even more uncomfortable.&nbsp; "Weel?"&nbsp; He asked in annoyance, cocking a dark eyebrow at her as he waited for whatever sort of excuse she was going to have for being more than an hour late.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 21:50:57</strong>
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				Leslie was expecting some sort explosion of anger from him when she showed her face at the door to his office.&nbsp; She had been late by a good hour and she was certain that the entire house was angry at her especially the owner of it all.&nbsp; However, besides any emotion at all, she was just informed of where she should sit.&nbsp; Quietly, she walked to the chair and sat on the very edge.&nbsp; At first, she was cowering and fearful of his anger towards her.&nbsp; She was almost like a scared forest creature who had wandered into the cave of the hideous beast.&nbsp; Shaking and terrified of her future, she could only imagine what would be set forth on her.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>The longer she waited, the more annoyed Leslie became.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she slumped back on the chair as her green eyes looked towards him.&nbsp; She was a busy girl and would love to be home by now.&nbsp; However, she was stuck in this stupid office waiting for him to finish.&nbsp; Her jaw began to tighten as the tension weighed heavily on both participants while tying her stomach into knots.&nbsp; It was a complete relief that he finally spoke to her and she was able to explain herself.<br><br>"Listen, it wasn't my fault.&nbsp; I didn't do anything wrong.&nbsp; The bus was late in picking me up and it took forever to get over here.&nbsp; Then, I had to run to get here as fast as I could.&nbsp; I tried my hardest to get here, but it was out of my control.&nbsp; It's not my fault that you live so damn far away..."<br><br>Scoffing and petulantly rolling her eyes, Leslie childishly pushed the blame on anybody except herself.&nbsp; His gaze was too strong for her to even look at and that is why she gazed to the side of him.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she waited impatiently for this meeting to be over with so that she can return home.&nbsp; Why did he have to be a bother on her life?&nbsp; Leslie treated Craig like any other boss she ever had.&nbsp; They always ate out of her hands and once he lets this little matter slide under the rug, then Leslie would be allowed to do whatever she wanted.&nbsp; In fact, she looked forward to sleeping in tomorrow and arriving whenever she felt like it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 16:21:11</strong>
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				Craig listened to her has she rattled on, smirking slightly as she tried to lay blame on him instead of taking responsibility for her own actions.&nbsp; "Ma fault?"&nbsp; He quipped quirking his brow at her once again.&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair, he steepled his fingers together, bouncing his thumbs against the firm flesh of his bottom lip for a moment.&nbsp; "Ah gave ye the option o' stayin' here did ah no'?"&nbsp; He asked, the tone of his voice daring her to deny that his statement was true.&nbsp; "Boot ye swore ta me tha' ye'd be here on time, tha' ah could count on ye ta be here an' ready fer a days work.&nbsp; Boot instead ye show up an hour late, keep ma staff from gettin' their work done because they had ta wait on ye ta grace us wi' yer presence."&nbsp; <br><br>He had no doubt that Leslie would be able to hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice, his tone implying to her that he knew what she was doing and also letting her know he would have none of it.&nbsp; He stood up, his large bulky frame straightening up as he strolled over to stand directly in front of her.&nbsp; His backside resting against his desk as he leaned against it, his kilted lower half eye level with her now.&nbsp; He casually crossed one leg in front of the other one, locking his legs at the ankles as he stared down at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah dinna ken just who ye think ye are lass, boot ye'll no' take tha' high an' mighty tone wi' me."&nbsp; Craig growled at her, lowering his upper body so that he was staring her in the eye this time.&nbsp; Dark blue eyes bored into hers, demanding that she look at him, and holding her gaze at the same time.&nbsp; "Ye work for <em>me</em> no' the other way 'round.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ye will do what AH say, an' if ye canna abide by tha', there's the door, dinna let it hit ye on yer pretty arse on the way oot."&nbsp; Craig said pointing toward the door, giving her the option to leave or stay. Truly it didn't make much difference to him if she did either, but secretly he hoped that she would be too proud to leave because she had managed to awaken a craving inside of him, and he was determined to have her, though probably not in the way she would imagine.&nbsp; "What's it gonna be lass?"&nbsp; He barked at her, not giving her any real time to think about it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 21:45:56</strong>
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				"Ugh..."<br><br>The loud scoff and the roll of Leslie's deep green eyes were impossible to ignore.&nbsp; There was absolutely no option in her mind as she had no intention of ever staying here with him.&nbsp; This man would not hinder her lifestyle as she would live how she would want to live.&nbsp; He was not going to put an end to her partying ways nor her consumption of the fiery liquids that she loved so dearly.&nbsp; She had no intention of being cramped up inside this large mansion, tucked away in some corner as she counted the hours of boredom.<br><br>"Look!&nbsp; Just because..."<br><br>There was a bit of annoyance in her voice, but that stop suddenly when he arose from his chair.&nbsp; Suddenly, her milky white skin turned slightly pale as the fear of his presence washed over the young girl.&nbsp; Her words faltered as her lips were too busy swallowing the large fear in the back of her throat.&nbsp; Her eyes were suddenly drawn to his kilt.&nbsp; She was certain that something was desperately trying to poke out of the thick material as it stared her directly in the face.&nbsp; Her eyes went large as she shifted in her seat.&nbsp; Jumping slightly at his tall and powerful tone, Leslie had never known somebody to stand up to her.&nbsp; Most of the 'men' in her life had wilted under the thumb of the beautiful red haired Leslie.&nbsp; However, Craig seemed to stand up to her as he showcased his power and strength.&nbsp; It was an odd sensation that ran down her spine as his strong blue eyes bore down on her.&nbsp; Falling back into the chair as she slunk into the leather chair out of her sudden fear of him.&nbsp; He was the only one that had offered her a job and she desperately needed this to pay off the large bills that she had accumulated.&nbsp; Leslie did not have a choice but to slowly nod her head.<br><br>"I-I-I......I'm sorry!&nbsp; It won't happen again.&nbsp; I promise...." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:35:39</strong>
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				Craig nodded his head curtly and stood up straight once more, moving away from her for the moment to stand and look out of the window of his office.&nbsp; "Ah'm glad ta hear it lass."&nbsp; He said with a low rumble, sliding his hands around his body to clasp them together at his back, resting them on the curve of his rump.&nbsp; Craig could feel her eyes on him, and he stood straight at tall, knowing that his presence and demeanor intimidated the haughty redhead.&nbsp; She knew he was dominant, and though she tried to bend him to her whims again and again, he knew that it was becoming clear to her that he wasn't a man that would give into her petulant behavior. <br><br>"Ah'll expect ye back here in two hours, wi' yer belongings."&nbsp; He said matter of factly, his back still facing her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Ah'll see ye settled in one o' the guest rooms, an' we can be done wi' this endless promising that ye'll no' be late again.&nbsp; Wi' ye here on the grounds, ye'll ha' no excuse ta be late again."&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly he turned back toward her, his dark eyes daring her to argue with him on it.&nbsp; He had her over a barrel, he knew it and he knew that she knew it.&nbsp; If she said no, he knew she thought he would fire her, and if she agreed with him, it would mean giving into the fact that HE was boss, and he imagined that would sting her pride most horribly.&nbsp; <br><br>Pursing his lips together to hide the smirk that wanted to play across his lips, he couldn't help but think about just how much fun it was going to be to tame the fiery chit.&nbsp; To have her begging him to do the most unspeakable things to her,&nbsp; to have her whimpering and on her knees, pleading with him to use her.&nbsp; Yes....yes Craig was going to enjoy this entirely too much.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 22:15:30</strong>
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				Leslie slowly tried to collect herself.&nbsp; The sudden closeness of the intimidating man made a sudden pensive nature to appear inside the redhead.&nbsp; She didn't know how he could do it or what kind of power he suddenly possessed, but Leslie could not let him run her life.&nbsp; That is the exact reason that Leslie is in Scotland in the first place and precisely why she wants to stay here at all costs.&nbsp; She desperately does not want to go home and face the tyranny of living underneath the thumb of her parents.&nbsp; She was a free woman who was able to do exactly what she wanted and nobody would stop here.<br><br>That is why Leslie needed to make one final stand.&nbsp; The idea of her moving from her flat to live under his roof was absolutely absurd and one that she would not stand and let idly happen.&nbsp; Oh no, Leslie needed to put her foot down and would need to remind him who exactly he was dealing with.&nbsp; His expectation that she would just curl over and accept the force movement of her belongings fueled her anger as her heels clicked loudly onto the floor.&nbsp; Rising from her chair, she rose her finger to point directly into his chest as her green eyes narrowed into his direction.<br><br>"Listen here, Mister Whatever!&nbsp; You cannot force me to move under your own roof!&nbsp; I am a grown woman and I choose where I will live!&nbsp; I promised that I would not be late again, so that should be more than enough for you!&nbsp; I am not moving my entire life just for you and your....party!"<br><br>The last word was almost spat out as her jaw clenched tighter with every word.&nbsp; Standing up to his large form, Leslie had to put on her mean and tough facade.&nbsp; Obviously, her anger faltered a little under the scrutiny of Craig as he was the strongest foe she had ever encountered.&nbsp; Raising her nose a little, she retracted her finger as she crossed her arms across her chest as she waited for his retort.&nbsp; She was positive that he would not take it rather well as she began to prepare for his return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 18:22:20</strong>
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				He looked at her evenly, quirking a dark brow in reaction to yet another display of temper from the fiery chit.&nbsp; He waited ever so patiently for her to finish her most recent tirade, and once she was finished took a deep breath and turned around to look at her.&nbsp; His hands still clasped behind his back, he moved toward her once more, looking at her as one would look at a petulant child.&nbsp; His large frame loomed in front of her, both admiring her spirit and itching to tame it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye, ye promised ye'd no' be late."&nbsp; He remarked dryly, letting her know that he was humoring her flimsy argument.&nbsp; "Boot if ah recall correctly, ye showed up more'n an hour late after ye promised such, so ye'll pardon me if ah'm no' inclined ta believe ye this time."&nbsp; <br><br>Craig walked in a circle around her, his dark blue eyes admiring the sensuous curves and the way her clothes clung to them.&nbsp; He imagined she was very much a young lady accustomed to getting what she wanted, and using her stunning beauty to get it, but Craig wasn't one prone to give in to demands, he was always the one giving out the commands and having them obeyed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Weel lass, it seems ye have a bit of a problem.&nbsp; If ye want ta stay employed, ye'll be back here in...."&nbsp; He reached in his pocked and drew out his pocket watch, flipping it open to glance at the time, "One hour an' forty minutes.&nbsp; If no' ah'll wish ye a good day an' the best of luck seekin' employment elsewhere."&nbsp; With a smug smile, he closed the watch, the latch locking closed with a little 'click' before he stuffed it back in his pocket, while he waited for her answer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:24:08</strong>
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				Leslie did not appreciate the condescending tone and the look that her boss was giving her.&nbsp; Glaring at him, her bright green eyes began to become clouded behind eyelids that look at him in her menacing way.&nbsp; The bright green color was hidden along with the usual cheery attitude.&nbsp; He was certainly playing hardball and she was not going to take it anymore.&nbsp; Her fist began to clench towards her side as she listened to his words and decipher exactly what he was saying.<br><br>"You cannot be serious?!?!"<br><br>A loud stamp of her heel could be heard on the wooden floor as the exasperation and anger began to overflow from her veins.&nbsp; He was throwing his weight around her and she knew that she was trapped into a corner.&nbsp; For a moment, she almost took him up on his offer.&nbsp; She almost slapped the smug grin off of his face and drudged out onto the streets as she looked for new employment, but her rational side would not let go of her grasp.&nbsp; Leslie needed the money, now!&nbsp; He was the only one hiring her and she had to keep this job no matter what happened.&nbsp; Her labored breath left her heavy chest as she closed her eyes tightly.&nbsp; Letting the anger flow out of her body, she swallowed heavily and rescinded to his demands.<br><br>"Fine...whatever..."<br><br>Turning on heel, Leslie walked out of his room as she muttered under her breath loud enough for him or anybody close to hear her words.<br><br>"...fucking skirt wearing sissy boy..."<br><br>In a matter of moments, the front door was slammed harshly as Leslie made her way home to pack up her things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 02:59:02</strong>
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				<em>Sissy boy indeed....</em> he chuckled to himself as she left in a huff, knowing that she would soon find out just how much of a man he really was....and God help him, Craig was looking forward to that far more than he should.&nbsp; He was determined to bring the haughty little redhead to her knees both literally and figuratively.&nbsp; He had no doubt that she would be a hellion in matters of sex, despite her cold and proper demeanor.&nbsp; He surmised that once her clothes were off and she was naked, there was an entirely different side to the 'sweet' Leslie. <br><br>He was waiting by the front door, pocket watch in hand, watching the clock to see if this time she might actually show up on time.&nbsp; His mind was swirling with ideas of what to do with her should she be late again, all sorts of delicious scenarios flashing behind his eyes and he found himself having a hard time choosing which one he liked best and was secretly hoping she would be late.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 21:46:11</strong>
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				Leslie seethed the entire bus ride home as her anger had absolutely no outlet for a release.&nbsp; It was a giant ball of rage that was desperately waiting to explode as she was frustrated with her situation and with the smug sense that Craig carried himself with around her.&nbsp; Every time she looked at him, she wanted to smack that conceited and selfish smug grin off his damn face.&nbsp; Those deep and passionate eyes bore into her that made her weak in the knees.&nbsp; Everything about him was just too perfect and she was way too tired of failing miserably in front of him.<br><br>Once she returned into the confines of her apartment, she was able to chuck her purse and other choice objects at a nearby wall which released a little bit tension.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she went about her normal routine as she could care less about returning on time.&nbsp; She was off the clock, so her schedule should not matter to him.&nbsp; Stripping of her clothes, Leslie went to take a shower and eat a simple dinner as she tried to relax and forget about the day that she just had.<br><br>Finally, Leslie returned to the task at hand as she went through her piles of clothing as she packed up one of her large suitcases.&nbsp; Trying to find the black and white outfits that he wanted was becoming increasingly difficult as she usually never wore such plain clothing.&nbsp; After filing up her large suitcase, she filled up another smaller one and she was ready to go.&nbsp; Making sure to lock her flat tightly, Leslie left her home and the only place she ever knew since arriving in Scotland.<br><br>After struggling mightily with her luggage, Leslie had finally made back to her new 'home'.&nbsp; Leslie had changed out of her work clothes into a much simpler outfit. (http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/4/optimized/712504_fpx.tif?bgc=255,255,255&amp;wid=327&amp;qlt=90,0&amp;layer=comp&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.7,1.0,0.5,0&amp;fmt=jpeg)&nbsp; A simple pair of jeans and a stripped sweater along with her hair down and easy pair of flats completed her change in wardrobe.&nbsp; By the time, she had reached the premises once again, she saw that the sun was completely down and that is was fully dark outside.&nbsp; Knowing that she took longer than two hours, Leslie shook her head as she walked inside the large mansion with her heavy luggage without even a knock on the door.&nbsp; She was now tired and sore which made it easy not to care about being late nor whatever rules he may have put forth for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 14:58:41</strong>
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				Craig sat in the leather recliner by the fire, his large frame filling the enormous leather bound chair.&nbsp; His feet were propped up casually, his face looking toward the book in his lap, the warm glow of the fire illuminating him with it's golden glow.&nbsp; He was still dressed in his kilt, but other than the boots on his feet, that was all he had on.&nbsp; The tanned flesh of his broad naked torso glistened in the light of the fire, the color letting one know that he had spent many a shirtless day out in the sun.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't glance up immediately when she entered the house, his attention seeming focused on the book in his lap.&nbsp; He continued to read, flipping through several more pages before he seemed to notice that Leslie was standing there.&nbsp; Slowly and confidently, he closed the book, marking the page he was on before he closed the hardcover with a loud thud, the sound echoing softly in the large room.&nbsp; <br><br>Setting the book down on the table, he finally glanced Leslie's way, one dark brow quirking in question.&nbsp; He didn't move from his comfortable position in his chair, his dark blue eyes regarding her coolly.&nbsp; Yet to utter a single word, he waited for her to say something, wondering what sort of excuse she would rattle off this time.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:43:58</strong>
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				Walking inside, Leslie could see that the mansion was as dark as the sky was outside.&nbsp; An odd part of her curiosity wondered what the home was like when she was not there during the day as she could tell that its life had been sucked right out the front door.&nbsp; The walls seemed more ominous and the unnerving feeling of the empty rooms seemed to have wafted down the stairs to the hard floors that she stood upon.&nbsp; Looking about, she noticed a slight orange glow as she slowly moved towards its life.<br><br>Finding him sitting there, she dropped her luggage on the floor as she found him just sitting there in silence.&nbsp; His muscles had been obvious since she had set foot into the halls.&nbsp; In fact, through the corner of her eyes, Leslie had been able to study each one as she wanted to make good use of them at the moment.&nbsp; He had the strength to carry her bag, so why exactly was he just sitting there.&nbsp; Sighing loudly and blowing a piece of her hair out of her face, she peered across the room to him.<br><br>"Where is my room?&nbsp; And are you going to help me or continue sitting there like a lump on a log??"<br><br>Impatiently close to tapping her feet, she crossed her arms across her chest while glaring over to him.&nbsp; She completely avoided the mention of an excuse or being late as she figured she didn't need to say anything to him.&nbsp; Let her leave his presence so she can unpack and get this time over with as soon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 20:28:42</strong>
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				Craig watched her, nearly unable to stop himself from shaking his head at the gall and audacity of the little chit.&nbsp; She was several hours late, and this was after being told that if she couldn't be on time she would no longer be employed, yet here she stood, full of spit and fire, <em>demanding</em> things of him.&nbsp; <br><br>A slow sensual smile played out across his lips, the dark blue depths of his eyes twinkling in the light of the fire.&nbsp; "Excuse me?"&nbsp; He asked her quietly, forcing her to move closer to him in order to hear what he had to say.&nbsp; Craig decided to play with her a bit before employing the punishment he had in mind.&nbsp; Unable to help the ornery streak inside of him, he crossed his arms over his bare chest and stared at her evenly.&nbsp; "Ye seem ta be under the impression tha' ye still have a job lass."&nbsp; Craig rumbled softly, quirking a brow at her.&nbsp; "If ye'll recall, ah said fer ye ta be back here within an hour an' forty minutes....ah dinna ken wha' sort of clock ye have at yer place lass, boot it seems ye are a wee bit late.&nbsp; So, ah thank ye fer yer time, an' wish you weel in seeking employment elsewhere." <br><br>He waited for the explosion he knew was coming, knowing that she didn't think he'd follow through with his threat.&nbsp; Now the only question was, would she still fight for the job.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 21:52:01</strong>
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				"Wait!&nbsp; You were serious?!?!"<br><br>Leslie suddenly felt the blood run cold inside of her veins as she quickly moved towards his large chair.&nbsp; Leaving her bags at the entrance to the room, her small flats made a soft padding sound on the hard wood as she went up to plead her chase.&nbsp; Standing next to him, she watched his unmoving figure sit in the chair as he almost completely ignored her presence.&nbsp; This employer was much harder and stricter than she had ever worked for.&nbsp; He refused to play her games and she was not used to getting her way.&nbsp; Glancing quickly up to the clock, she noted how late she truly was.&nbsp; Swallowing whatever pride she had left, Leslie had to plead for her job once again.<br><br>"Please, it wasn't my fault.&nbsp; I swear.&nbsp; I couldn't pack all of my stuff in that short of a time along with taking the bus.&nbsp; It won't happen again.&nbsp; I am here, aren't I?&nbsp; I won't be late because of traffic anymore.&nbsp; I did what you asked!&nbsp; You can't fire me because of that."<br><br>Shaking a bit as the fear of not having a paycheck caused the fear to burn brightly inside of her.&nbsp; She needed him and she needed him to forgive her.<br><br>"Please!&nbsp; Give me one more chance.&nbsp; I'll do anything you want...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:10:21</strong>
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				"Anythin'?"&nbsp; Craig asked her with a quirked brow, a small smirk gracing his full lips.&nbsp; "Weel, ah have ta say, tha's a vera tempting offer lass."&nbsp; He murmured softly, still not speaking too loudly as it forced her to stay close to him to be able to hear what he had to say.&nbsp; "Boot ta be honest, ah'm no' sure yer worth all o' the trouble ye've caused me."&nbsp; <br><br>He steepled his fingers together, bouncing his thumbs against his bottom lip as he stared up at her as if pondering what she had to say.&nbsp; "Aye, ye keep sayin' tha' it'll no' happen again, boot yet....here ye are....again....late, and wastin' ma time."&nbsp; He thought for a moment more, before laying his hands in his lap.&nbsp; "This is yer final chance lass.&nbsp; There'll no' be another after this.&nbsp; Ye had best tow the line or ye <em>will</em> find yerself oot on yer pretty arse.&nbsp; Ah've no' the time to fool around wi' ye.&nbsp; Ah've got several formal affairs ta attend ta this season, an' if ah canna count on ye to help me wi' tha', ah'll find someone who can."&nbsp; He glared at her, quirking his other brow.&nbsp; "Tha's ma final say on it.&nbsp; Either ye will or ye won't boot ah'll no give ye another chance."&nbsp; <br><br>Placing his feet down on the floor, he reached out an arm, wrapping it around her waist and hauling her delicious little body across his lap.&nbsp; "An' fer bein' such a pain in my arse, ah'm goin' to give you a pain in yers."&nbsp; Craig announced.&nbsp; Holding her down with one strong hand, his other hand raised upward and then lowered quickly to land his open palm right across her pert little rump.&nbsp; A loud 'smack' echoing in the quiet room.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 21:34:37</strong>
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				There was just something about Craig's words that struck cold inside of Leslie.&nbsp; She truly understood that she was on her final straw and that he would not put up with any of her distractions any longer.&nbsp; The fear caused a shiver to run down Leslie's spine as her eyes began to water.&nbsp; She couldn't loose this job.&nbsp; She desperately needed the money.&nbsp; She had to stay here.&nbsp; There wasn't any choice in the matter as this had to happen.&nbsp; Leslie had to be on her best behavior and she had to wiggle her way back into the good graces of Craig's heart.<br><br>"I promise with all my heart.&nbsp; I swear that I won't make any more mistakes.&nbsp; Please, just give me one more chance..."<br><br>Leslie was pleading for her job and for her livelihood as she stood next to him.&nbsp; Clasping her hands together, she closed her eyes and prepared for his decision.&nbsp; Never in a million years did she expect her body to be laid across his lap in the next few seconds.&nbsp; But, that is exactly where she found herself as her green eyes shot open in the dark room.&nbsp; Feeling her limbs dangle across the chair, she squirmed against his hand until she felt the loud smack across her bum.<br><br>There was a moment of eerie silence as Leslie could not move.&nbsp; Had he just struck her?&nbsp; Was he spanking her like a naughty child??&nbsp; The first spank wounded her pride more than bum even though it stung under her jeans.&nbsp; Shaking and trying to escape from his clutches, her voice sounded more scared and a slightly bit demanding at this sudden turn of events.<br><br>"What do you think you are doing?!?!&nbsp; Unhand me this moment!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 15:29:07</strong>
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				Ignoring her demands, Craig landed several more well placed smacks to her backside.&nbsp; His hand never landed in the same place twice, thereby making sure that each smack stung as badly as the first.&nbsp; The Scotsman struggled to control his libido, usually when he was spanking someone it led to other activities, but Leslie wasn't quite ready for such activities......yet.&nbsp; Soon.&nbsp; Soon she would be all too willing to submit to him, but for now she was simply learning he was the one in control, not her.&nbsp; <br><br>Once he had landed ten smacks against the pert curve of her rump, five on each cheek, did Craig finally relent.&nbsp; His hand rested against her ass, gently rubbing the injured flesh as if trying to alleviate some of the sting.&nbsp; Craig imagined that her ass was nicely pink beneath the jeans she wore, and damn it if he didn't want to strip them off of her to take a look.&nbsp; Clearing his throat, he managed to gain control over himself once more and concentrate on the task at hand.&nbsp; He gently massaged each of her ass cheeks, giving each one a gentle pat when he was finished and then released her.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't help her off of his lap, simply let her go so that she could move herself if she chose to.&nbsp; Depending on how fast she scurried away from him would give him a gauge as to how much time it was going to take to break her in.&nbsp; The longer she stayed perched where she was, the more susceptible she was to submission.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 20:10:08</strong>
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				At first, Leslie was in shock over what was transpiring as the smacks continued to reign down on her bum.&nbsp; She had never been spanked in her life as her parents never did raise a finger against her.&nbsp; It took a few moments for her to realize what he was doing and that is when the stinging began to occur.&nbsp; As each blow reached its target, Leslie could feel her pert and round bum grow warmer inside of her jeans.&nbsp; What started off as a shock to her system quickly began to burn and hurt as each one poured down upon her.<br><br>Her fighting and struggling slowly subsided as she closed her eyes tightly while trying to ignore the pain.&nbsp; His firm muscles were working hard as she felt her entire body shake slightly when his hand would fall down upon her.&nbsp; Feeling the heat inside of her jeans, the session finally came to a close.&nbsp; His hand only seemed to rub the warmth around her as the stinging refused to stop.&nbsp; Finally free from his grasp, Leslie quickly tried to get herself off of his lap.<br><br>Awkwardly, she fell to the wooden floor underneath them as her poor bum hit hard on the floor.&nbsp; Loudly wincing, she quickly scrambled to her knees as her hands rubbed the wounded flesh.&nbsp; Her eyes finally opened as they began to glisten of the small tears that were beginning to slide down her cheeks.&nbsp; Looking up to him, she couldn't keep her stony gaze at him as her pride had taken a giant blow.&nbsp; With the humiliation burning in her veins, Leslie knew she was trapped in his clutches.&nbsp; She couldn't walk out on him nor could she yell at him for the fear of loosing the only steady pay was weighing heavy on her head.&nbsp; Her voice had lost a bit of its strength as she desperately tried to fight the shaking and quivering that complimented her sweet tones.<br><br>"You.....you can't do that!&nbsp; You will regret that....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 18:41:47</strong>
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				Looking at her, down on her knees in front of him, Craig struggled with the urge to reach out and grab a fistful of that glorious red mane, to wrap his fingers in it and yank her forward.&nbsp; She was so close, it wouldn't take much to bring her closer, lift his kilt and have her wrap that sweet mouth of hers around....<br><br>He coughed loudly, using the sound more to bring himself back to the present and gain control of his wayward thoughts than to really clear his throat.&nbsp; He looked at her evenly, a rather droll expression crossing his rugged handsome features.&nbsp; "Aye.&nbsp; Ah've na doubt ah'll regret it."&nbsp; He said coolly, standing up from his seated position.&nbsp; Now towering over her he stood there just a moment, letting the full effect of what had just happened settle in on her shoulders.&nbsp; He had her over a barrel, and now she knew it.&nbsp; She needed the job, and now she knew that he had the power to take that away from her.&nbsp; So he'd imagine that the realization was slowly dawning on her that he <em>could</em> do that to her, and if she wanted to keep her job, she would either deal with it, or she could leave.&nbsp; But they both knew that she wouldn't leave as she needed the job, so that was now opening up a whole new world of possibilities for Craig.&nbsp; "Tis a simple matter really lass."&nbsp; He remarked dryly.&nbsp; "If ye no' want ta earn a punishment, then ye must simply do as told.&nbsp; Do tha' an' we'll get along just fine." <br><br>He held out his hand to her, offering to help her up from her kneeling position.&nbsp; "Now then, if ye're ready, ah'll show ye ta yer room?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 00:32:09</strong>
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				Leslie's green eyes bore into the broad and perfect form of Craig as she looked up from her position on the floor.&nbsp; She couldn't put any pressure on her derriere as even the slightest touch caused the young girl to wince at the sharp pain.&nbsp; On her knees, she appeared in a more disheveled mess because of the beating on her bum.&nbsp; Her red tresses fell all about her face that was now coated with a soft pink hue to her skin.&nbsp; Her eyes wavered between a hard glare and moments away from letting her tears flow.&nbsp; No matter what, she couldn't shed a tear nor let him know how much she was hurt by him.<br><br>The pain in her bum matched the one in her head.&nbsp; She knew and now she was certain that he knew as well.&nbsp; In the matter of a few days, Leslie truly had become his servant as she now had to conform to his will.&nbsp; Swallowing whatever pride she had inside of him, she realized that it was now time to play nice.&nbsp; Of course, she wasn't going to go silently as she was certain to dig her heels every step of the way.&nbsp; But, for now, she had to pretend to be the good girl.<br><br>She let the moment and his hand hang in the air a while longer as she pushed some of the loose strands away from her face.&nbsp; She then extended her hand inside of his as her delicate skin ran his own.&nbsp; Nervously, she bit her bottom lip while averting his gaze from him.&nbsp; Rising with his strength would be much easier and she would make sure to use it to its full advantage.<br><br>"Thank you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 17:13:29</strong>
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				"Ye are quite welcome lass."&nbsp; He said gently, and once she was standing, brought her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it in a most gentlemanly manner.&nbsp; He lowered her hand slowly then, letting his fingers slide along the underside of her palm, the warmth and strength of his fingers gliding along her smaller more delicate ones until he reached the end of them and then lowered his hand to his side.&nbsp; He could sense a moment of submission from her, but also knew that it was only fleeting at best right now, her pride wounded but not broken.&nbsp; He imagined that come morning time she would be back to her fiery self, the only signs of what transpired this evening would be small winces or cringes as her sore bottom came into contact with something.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now then...."&nbsp; Craig rumbled softly, grabbing her bags in his hands and lifting them as if they weighed next to nothing, he turned and smiled at her motioning with his head that she should follow.&nbsp; "If ye'll come wi' me, ah'll show ye to yer room."&nbsp; Striding away from her he left her to follow.&nbsp; The broad expanse of his bare back was visible to her now, the hard muscles beneath his tanned skin, bunching and flexing as he hefted one of her bags up to his shoulder to carry it there instead of letting it hang down at his side. <br><br>He made his way through the maze of corridors and stairwells, pointing out different things to her along the way, various paintings and tapestries, portraits of family members, various marble sculptures, the evidence that he came from a very long and very wealthy family was very obvious by the time they made it to her room.&nbsp; <br><br>Craig lifted a foot and gently kicked the door to her room open, gifting her with a brief glimpse of his heavily muscled bare thigh, before his leg lowered and his kilt settled itself back down around his knees.&nbsp; Stepping inside the room, the warm golden glow from the fire bathed the hallway in its golden light, someone having already been in there to light the fire and prepare for her arrival.&nbsp; <br><br>Craig set her bags down, motioning around him as he took in the room.&nbsp; "It's no' much, but ah'm sure it will suffice aye?"&nbsp; <br><br>The room was small but no less opulent for its size. A queen sized bed (http://www.elainescapemay.com/images/rooms/room2.jpg) sat against one wall, adored with dark purple silken bed coverings, a very tall oaken headboard stretched upward toward the ceiling, drapes matching the bed coverings draping down slightly from the top lending the bed a very regal air.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rich dark wood adorned the fireplace, the structure stretching up to the ceiling as well, it's imposing size making the room feel cozy.&nbsp; <br><br>Various oaken pieces of furniture were placed in the room, matching the bed in both feel and design, giving her ample places to store her clothing.&nbsp; "Ah'll leave ye to unpack."&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; "The loo is behind that door."&nbsp; He pointed out, knowing she would likely want to know where that was as well.&nbsp; "Six a.m. sharp lass."&nbsp; He reminded her, not wanting her to mistake his kindness.&nbsp; "Ah'll see ye in the library at six.&nbsp; Ah bid ye a good evening." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 20:44:27</strong>
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				Leslie desperately tried to hold back her gasping as their fingers slowly began to loose contact with one another.&nbsp; With all of her might, she held back the urge to grab hold of his skin and to never let go.&nbsp; His strong and powerful hands engulfed hers, but they seemed so soft to the touch.&nbsp; Images of those hands roaming all over her body caused the blush from his kiss on her hand to intensify on her cheeks.&nbsp; What started as a soft pink coloring was now turning into a bright red flurry that was about to take over her entire face with its warm glow.<br><br>Shaking her head of his thoughts and her fingers of his touch, Leslie demurely followed him as she began to enjoy the view from behind.&nbsp; His words washed over her like white noise as her burning green eyes were more interested in carving out the intricacies and ripples of his perfectly sculpted body.&nbsp; Each muscle working in a perfect dance that made the entire illustrious orchestra so perfect to watch.&nbsp; His wide back easily held up her bags as if they were made of feathers while his strong legs poked out from the expanse of his kilt.&nbsp; Once again, her thoughts returned to a more salacious nature as she desperately tried to find anyway to dump some cold water all over her.<br><br>Leslie looked around the small bedroom that looked to have been made for a Princess back in the day.&nbsp; The bed was much larger and regal than she had ever experienced in her life.&nbsp; The oaken pieces of furniture looked to be older than her, but was in better condition than she could have expected as they shone in the light of the fire.&nbsp; Stopping her gawking, Leslie turned back to him as she nodded her head to his words.<br><br>"It will.&nbsp; And I will be there, I promise..."<br><br>Leslie spent most of the evening unpacking as she moved all of her clothing to the wooden furniture around the room.&nbsp; She made sure to take in all the details and intricacies of everything about the room that had been given to her.&nbsp; The bed was heaven and it felt like it was calling to her as she prepared to finally get some rest.&nbsp; She just had to do the annoying details of the evening.&nbsp; Changing into a simple nightshirt (http://www.carmalondon.com/images/winter07/nightshirt_ecru.jpg), she made her way towards the bathroom to do her nightly duties.&nbsp; Spending her normally exuberant amount of time, she finally finished and slid inside of her bed before setting her alarm to be ready for tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:28:37</strong>
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				The next morning Craig waited for Leslie in the library just as he said he would, arriving there at 4:30 sharp so as to try and get a bit of work done before she arrived. <br><br>He was currently occupying the large leather wing backed chair by a set of beautifully ornate windows, the bright light of the early morning streaming in and highlighting his large frame.&nbsp; A hot cup of coffee sat on the table next to him, the steam rising up from the pungent dark brew, little wispy fingers of steam looking as if they were trying to grasp the flurried movements of the dust motes as they danced along a stream of light.&nbsp; <br><br>His feet were propped up on the ottoman in front of him, laptop resting on his jean clad legs, a rather stern expression on his face as he studied the screen for a moment.&nbsp; His hands resting on the keyboard typed fast and furious, the clickity clack of the keys echoing in the quietness of the room.&nbsp; A plain white short sleeved button up shirt adorned his top half, it's crisp clean lines having a formality about them despite the casualness of the garment.&nbsp; The muscles of his forearms moved beneath tanned skin as his fingers typed away at the keys, his attention focused on the piece of technology in his lap.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:38:44</strong>
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				At 5:55 AM, Leslie finally strolled into the library just like she said she would.&nbsp; She had been up for a while before she finally emerged from her bedroom.&nbsp; She had taken a shower and got herself prepared for the day.&nbsp; For a moment, she was tempted to slam her alarm and go back to sleep, but she realized that now was not the best time to do such things.&nbsp; Her bum was still a little sore and she didn't want a repeat action from yesterday, so she resigned herself to follow his instructions.<br><br>Leslie was dressed per the uniform that had been described to her.&nbsp; She currently wore a black skirt with a white t-shirt, a pair of black flats and topped it off with a very simple scarf. (http://images1.chictopia.com/photos/tikachan/4501972708/white-t-shirt-black-skirt-black-shoes-white-scarf_400.jpg)&nbsp; The outfit was a bit more formal than before considering she was now wearing a skirt, but it still had some casual essence to it.&nbsp; When looking inside her wardrobe, she realized that a skirt might be best to let her pink bum breathe a little better.<br><br>With her bright red hair pulled up in a messy bun, she strolled into the library on the hard wood floor.&nbsp; Slowly, she walked up to the large chair as she noticed the still warm coffee on the table next to him.&nbsp; Walking to the side of him, she smiled at keeping her promise as she made it to the library before the scheduled time.<br><br>"Good Morning"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 02:06:58</strong>
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				Craig finished what he was typing, before looking up at her and closing the laptop gently.&nbsp; "Good mornin' lass."&nbsp; He said with a genuine warm smile, reaching out for his coffee cup and taking a large sip of the bitter dark brew, before continuing.&nbsp; "Can ah get ye a cuppa?"&nbsp; He asked softly, holding up his coffee cup so she would know what he was meaning.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing up gracefully, his large muscular frame unfolding itself from the large chair, he reached out&nbsp; a hand to gasp hers, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her knuckles softly, and then dropping her hand back down slowly.&nbsp; "How did ye sleep last night?" He asked with a smile, moving over to refill his coffee and make her a cup should she want one. "If the room is no' to yer liking ah can give ye a different one."&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing up as he poured some coffee in to his mug, he glanced at her clothing, taking note that she had dressed as required, another pleased smile crossing his full masculine lips.&nbsp; "Thank ye." Craig said earnestly, rewarding her for doing as asked without a fuss.&nbsp; "We've a few minutes a'fore the day gets started, do ye have any questions aboot yer duties?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 04:08:50</strong>
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				"Oh my god, Yes!"<br><br>Leslie didn't quite know how she was functioning so well at this early hour in the morning.&nbsp; Most days, the only times she was awake in the morning hours were right before she fell into her bed.&nbsp; The adrenaline, warm shower and deep sleep the night before all combined to give her some semblance of awareness as the sun slowly began to rise above the horizon.&nbsp; She desperately needed coffee and was grateful that the wonderful aroma was filling the room right at this moment.<br><br>Distracted by the intoxicating smell, she didn't realize what Craig was doing until she felt his touch and then lips against her soft skin.&nbsp; Looking down at the rather romantic gesture, a warm glow began to move across her cheeks as she watched him rather intently.&nbsp; She remembered briefly his fleeting image inside of her dreams in the night before as that warm feeling began to move all about the young girl.&nbsp; Watching him intently, she was rather disappointed to see him in a pair of jeans instead of his normal kilt.&nbsp; However, the jeans still framed his backside perfectly as her pearly white teeth began to nibble on her bottom lip.<br><br>"Oh, it was perfect..."<br><br>Lost in her little reverie, Leslie quickly shook her head and tried to desperately concentrate on the business at hand.&nbsp; She slowly followed him towards the coffee as her ballet flats made a soft patter sound on the hardwood floor.&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she looked up to him while trying to get rid of her devious thoughts.<br><br>"Is there anyplace that you would like us to concentrate on?&nbsp; Any room that needs some extra special attention?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:37:48</strong>
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				<em>Aye, ma bedroom.</em> He thought to himself with a wolfish smile, <em>Ye could give me an' ma bed some special attention.</em> He thought right after that, his wayward thoughts straying to visions of her pert little figure laying bare before him on his massive bed, that delicious mass of brilliant red hair fanned around her like a halo.&nbsp; Craig could feel his belly tightening, his shaft beginning to thicken and harden ever so slightly beneath the denim of his jeans.&nbsp; <br><br>Pouring her a cup of coffee, he turned around to face her, catching her eyes as darted upward, knowing full well she had been staring at his ass.&nbsp; He cleared his throat, pursing his lips to keep the knowing smirk that wanted to emerge, maintaining a look of both innocence to her eye placement and looking as if he were all business.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she had taken the cup, he turned completely around, resting his backside against the table.&nbsp; "Weel,"&nbsp; He started, pausing to take another large sip of his own coffee.&nbsp; "Ye might check wi' Gaylord.&nbsp; He's the head chef here.&nbsp; He usually has an idea of wha' needs done wi' the refreshments.&nbsp; Then there's Rosie.&nbsp; She'll be the one in charge o' the gardens.&nbsp; Her ye can plan oot the layout o' the tables and such.&nbsp; Those two would be good ta start wi', an after tha', they should be able ta point ye in the right direction."&nbsp; <br><br>Craig watched her as he spoke, unable to keep his eyes from roaming over her luscious little form.&nbsp; "At the end o' each day, ah'll expect ye ta report to ma office an' give me a rundown on wha's been planned an' so on, aye?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:50:06</strong>
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				Leslie's green eyes quickly jumped up from staring at his perfect rear and his wonderful form.&nbsp; In fact, they almost jumped out of her head as she stopped nibbling on her lip to try and cover up her staring gaze.&nbsp; However, she realized that she had been caught and knew that he had seen her do it as well.&nbsp; Taking the cup of coffee, she turned away from him as she desperately tried to hide the pink of her cheeks that were painting her skin.&nbsp; It was easy to ignore his aesthetic handsomeness when he was acting like a conceited jerk.&nbsp; It was much more difficult when he was behaving all sweetly to her.<br><br>"Gaylord and Rosie?&nbsp; I will make sure to talk to them first thing this morning..."<br><br>Leslie still was accommodating herself the large ground and even larger staff that made sure each day ran so smoothly.&nbsp; She had not met the two people that he had mentioned yesterday, so she made it a special note to talk to both of them this morning.&nbsp; She probably needed to go over the menu with Gaylord and what types of drinks they would be serving.&nbsp; For Rosie, they needed to go over the seating arrangements along with the outlook of the outside.&nbsp; Feeling very much like a wedding planner, she made a mental note to herself what needed to be accomplished just as the rest of the house was waking up for the day.&nbsp; Hearing the footsteps as the rest of the staff as they went to their normal morning meeting place.<br><br>"I'll give a basic rundown of what was accomplished today and what still needs to be done.&nbsp; I will be there at 5:00 ready to...talk with you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 01:45:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig went about his day much as any other, except this day there was a fiery redhead on his mind.&nbsp; He wondered how she was making out, knowing full well that the people he'd sent her in search of would most likely not take kindly to some upstart of a spoiled brat in charge of what they were doing.&nbsp; Especially given the fact that the brat in question, knew absolutely nothing about what she was supposed to be doing.&nbsp; <br><br>A wide grin spread out across his lips at the thought of the both of them telling her just what they thought, and giving her quite the time of it as she tried to figure it all out.&nbsp; <em>It will do her good.</em> Craig thought to himself, wondering what sort of drama she would have to report come five o'clock.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though, it was entirely possible that Leslie would pick herself up by the bootstraps and take charge, much as she had tried to do with him, and meet with better luck. <br><br>As five o'clock rolled around, Craig was sitting comfortably in his computer chair on the other side of his desk in the office he'd first seen her in, his fingers clicking away rapidly on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him while he waited for her to show up.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 22:21:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leslie wanted to scream at her own confusion, the games and the stubborn old people that she had to deal with all day long.&nbsp; She was incredibly lost in what she was supposed to do as she desperately tried to find her spot in the well oiled machine of this mansion.&nbsp; Her first task of the day took all morning long as she went to find Gaylord and talk about the menu for the upcoming event.&nbsp; Leslie was surprised at how quickly an old man would move about as she tried to get him to settle down and talk to her.&nbsp; After proving herself to him, she asked about the menu and was immediately shot down.&nbsp; Apparently, the menu that he had selected was the one they were going to use and there was no way in hell that he would budge.&nbsp; In fact, he even got the entire cooking staff to laugh at her when she made one simple suggestion as they pointed out that the desert would probably melt before the guests would enjoy it.<br><br>Rosie was just a bitch.&nbsp; Leslie could not remember the last time that she had muttered so many obscenities under her breath at the old woman.&nbsp; After being shooed away many of times, Leslie was finally given a moment of time to go over the layout of the tables.&nbsp; Leslie suggested that maybe they be spaced farther apart to allow more walking, but that idea was quickly shot down at the mere size of the guests coming to the event.&nbsp; After taking all the abuse she had that day, she snapped a little at the old Gardner at the selection of flowers for centerpieces.&nbsp; She was certain that the woman would slap her, but she abruptly left in a huff and continued her job while paying her no mind.&nbsp; Once again, left all alone, Leslie had never felt so desperate and isolated since her visit to Scotland.<br><br>A little after five o'clock, Leslie finally emerged from one of the upstairs bathrooms.&nbsp; Her cheeks were rather wet and her green eyes had a nice shade of a red tinge to them.&nbsp; Wiping her face and shaking her head, Leslie tried to hide the affects of her marathon crying session.&nbsp; Swallowing her pride and her shame, she went down the stairs and went to her normal meeting with Craig.&nbsp; She needed this job more than anything, but she was in way over her head.<br><br>Knocking softly on his door, she weakly smiled to him as she sat on the large chair on the other side of his desk.<br><br>"Good Afternoon"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 02:34:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig glanced up from the computer hearing her come in, and knew in an instant that things hadn't gone all that well for her.&nbsp; She looked completely deflated and disheartened, a look that he was not used to seeing on her.&nbsp; Yes he wanted her to learn a lesson, and yes he wanted to take her down a peg or two, but he didn't want her like this.&nbsp; He wanted to tame her spirit not break it. <br><br>He closed his laptop quietly, still not having spoken to her just yet.&nbsp; Once she was seated, he looked at her evenly, his dark blue eyes studying her intently.&nbsp; "Tell me what happened lass."&nbsp; His voice was soft, his gaze kept neutral despite the anger he was feeling inside.&nbsp; He didn't want her to think that he was angry with her, so he made sure to school his gaze carefully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dinna fib tae me either."&nbsp; He warned her, his voice still soft, but the impact of his words remained firm.&nbsp; "It'll be easy tae find oot wha' happened wi' or wi'oot yer side o' things, boot ah'd much rather hear it from ye as tae wha' has ye in such a state."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 04:43:07</strong>
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				Leslie finally looked up to him as a perplexed look fell upon her face.&nbsp; She had to concentrate on each of the words that he spoke just so that she could understand him.&nbsp; Sometimes, his accent can be so thick that it was hard for her to understand especially when he spoke many words at a time.&nbsp; That is not to say that Leslie didn't love the Scottish accent to bits, it just became difficult for her to understand especially if she wasn't concentrating on him exactly.<br><br>Leslie's mind was nowhere and everywhere all at the same time.&nbsp; A part of her thought about lying and trying to hide her terrible day from him.&nbsp; Though, it seems that Craig already has seen through her veneer and was ready to call her on her tricks.&nbsp; However, she was deftly afraid of telling him the truth.&nbsp; How could she tell him that she was in way over her head?&nbsp; That the Staff basically laughed at her face?&nbsp; She was certain that she would be fired for her incompetence.&nbsp; Constantly, she was walking on glass and was getting a little worn out because of it.&nbsp; For once, she would like know where she stood in the eyes of her boss.<br><br>"I.....I am at a complete lost at what to do.&nbsp; The two people you sent me to just laughed in my face and treated me like I was a nobody.&nbsp; They didn't even listen to a word I said..."<br><br>Leslie couldn't look him in the eyes as she wilted under his stare.&nbsp; All of her pride and strength had been zapped from her as she was walking around like a shadow of her former self.&nbsp; Rubbing her arm with her hand, her eyes fell to the floor as she tried to stop a small tear from escaping her eyes.<br><br>"I don't even understand why I was even hired.&nbsp; You got this place running like a well oiled machine as I have hardly done anything.&nbsp; I just don't know...what to do..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:52:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig scowled even more hearing what Leslie had to say, his expression turning very dark, not at all liking what he was hearing.&nbsp; He knew the two he'd sent her too would be good for putting the wee chit in her place, but he never imagined they would laugh in her face and completely ignore her.&nbsp; <br><br>Yes Craig left them alone for the most part, knowing that they both knew their job well, but he was still the boss despite them knowing their jobs inside and out, and if he'd hired someone to instruct them (even if she hadn't a clue what she was doing) he expected them to at least guide her a bit, not merely dismiss her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is tha' so?" He rumbled, reaching for the phone.&nbsp; "Ha' Rosie an' Gaylord sent tae ma office immediately."&nbsp; He said quietly, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking back at Leslie, he softened his expression despite the current amount of anger rolling around inside of him.&nbsp; "We shall get tae the bottom o'this lass, dinna fear."&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair, he regarded her evenly, taking a moment to ponder which way to proceed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah hired ye ta do a job.&nbsp; One tha' ah think ye are capable o'doing, or ah wouldnae ha' hired ye.&nbsp; Boot, ye need ta ha' people tha' will listen ta ye in order ta do tha' job, aye?"&nbsp; He said softly, nodding his head.&nbsp; "Ah intend ta see tha' happens.&nbsp; Ye'll no' be laughed at again lass.&nbsp; Tha' much ah can promise ye."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Annabelle</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 23:19:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"NO!"<br><br>Quickly, Leslie's green eyes shot up from the floor to look Craig directly in the eyes.&nbsp; However, it seems that she was too late as he already called for her two tormentors for earlier in the day.&nbsp; Sighing to herself, she fell back into the chair as she realized that she just made the entire situation much worse.&nbsp; If they didn't like her before, how would they like her now that she tattled on them?&nbsp; She knew that Rosie and Gaylord would absolutely despise her now and that the tormenting would only increase.&nbsp; Swallowing the lump in her throat, Leslie had to convince him to keep his mouth shut.<br><br>"Listen, Mister Cameron, please do not punish them.&nbsp; I know that will just make the problem much worse as I cannot even imagine how they will treat me after I tattled on them.&nbsp; Please, let me handle them as I can fight my own battles."<br><br>It did feel rather humiliating to have Craig fight her battles for her as Leslie felt like a crying child complaining to her mother.&nbsp; Leslie had to find her spine once again and stand up to these pretentious bullies.&nbsp; Straightening up her spine and her seat on the chair, she felt much of her courage return as she was ready to deal with them once again.<br><br>"I don't want to cause any problems with them as I can do this by myself.&nbsp; I promise that I won't let them treat me like that again.&nbsp; Please, just trust me!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Highland Bound (Mithlomwen &amp; Lady Annabelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 18:21:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig eyed her for a moment, his dark blue eyes studying her for several heartbeats before nodding his head in agreement.&nbsp; "Alright lass.&nbsp; Ah'll leave ye ta it then.&nbsp; Boot dinna let them gi' ye any slack fer it.&nbsp; Ah put ye in charge an' tha's the way it is."&nbsp; He said curtly and reached for the phone again to cancel the request to have the two come to his office. <br><br>"Ah'll trust ye ta handle this,&nbsp; boot if ye canna resolve things, ah'll be forced ta do it mysel', as ah canna ha' ma person in charge bein' questioned." <br><br>With that said, he said leaning back in his chair, trying to keep the smirk off of his face.&nbsp; He was glad to see the fiery little chit coming back to herself.&nbsp; He didn't want to break that beautiful passionate spirit, only tame it and use it to it's fullest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Noo then,&nbsp; do ye think ye're prepared for tamorrow?"&nbsp; He asked, quirking his brow in question.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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