hello little girl // p.m. (beatles au)

- T H R E E -

Later on in the week, Daniela finally managed to use the register correctly. She had continuously gotten the vibe that Mr. McCartney was still frustrated with her, but was just getting better at hiding his disapproval. She knew it shouldn't have taken her that long to master something so basic, but then again, it was her very first job -- she had to start somewhere, right?

That Saturday evening, after assisting a customer with paying with their food, Mr. McCartney called Dani over to get something off of a shelf.

"Dani, c'mere, I want you to get some flour for me," he said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

Daniela jumped a little, turning her head to see a smiling McCartney staring back at her.

"Umm, Mr. McCartney, how do I do that?" she asked, blushing and smirking a little.

"I'll show you how, follow me." Mr. McCartney took Daniela's hand. She shivered at how cold it was compared to her own. He led her away from the front of the restaurant to a storage room.

It was only the two of them in the cold, large facility. Mr. McCartney had been eager for the moment when he'd be able to get Daniela alone with him, but now that the time had come, he didn't know what to do.

Ignoring his non-work related and rather impure thoughts about his newest employee, he continued to direct her to the aisle where the flour was located. He grabbed a ladder that leaned against the wall and rolled it over to where it needed to be.

"Now," he instructed Daniela, "just climb up there and grab a couple of bags. And be careful."

Daniela nodded, then slowly made her way up the ladder. Mr. McCartney didn't even intend for this to happen, but the further she went up, the more her legs were showing. He no longer saw the material of her black, thigh-high socks, but her smooth, bare skin. His eyes were fixated on her lower body, watching her hips sway from side to side. He prayed that she wouldn't turn around and notice him ogling at her. She eventually reached the top, and her skirt was no longer covering what needed to be covered. Her bare rump as well as her lacy, red panties were exposed.

Mr. McCartney was in heaven; he parted his lips slightly and gently rubbed his chin as his eyes were completely glued to Daniela's bottom. Her small yet curvy body was turning out to be just as beautiful as he imagined. He then quickly bit his lip and looked to his side, realizing how much of a pervert he was being. This girl was trying her best to do her job, and he had the nerve to be looking up her skirt.

He awkwardly glanced around as he waited for Daniela to step down the ladder, feeling his cheeks spike in temperature.

"Mr. McCartney!" he heard Dani call after a few moments. "Ahh, aaah!"

Mr. McCartney immediately focused his attention back on her, and noticed she was barely keeping her balance on the ladder.

"Dani!"

He quickly ran beneath her and held his arms out to catch her, and seconds later, she fell in his arms.

Not only that, but both of the flour bags bursted open and exploded in their faces.

Daniela and Mr. McCartney both had their share of coughs as Mr. McCartney set Daniela back down on the floor. However, his fingers maintained a very loose grip on her hips.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. McCartney..." Dani mumbled, attempting to wipe the flour dust off of her face.

"I said be careful, baby girl," Mr. McCartney mumbled in return.

A mass of butterflies flocked through Daniela's stomach. Did Mr. McCartney...just call me..."baby girl"? She quickly looked down to see Mr. McCartney's fingertips dancing near her hips, but as soon as she realized and even appreciated the sight, he retracted them.

Oh, how Daniela thought Mr. McCartney was a stud. But he was her boss. There was no way these words and gestures could have been beyond friendly intentions. I'm probably not special to him. He probably treats all the girls here like this, Dani thought.

Daniela turned to face her boss, and he placed his hands on his hips. She almost wanted to laugh at his white, powdery face, but she knew by his angry facial expression that it would be inappropriate.

"Dani, I think I'm going to need you to spend some extra hours around here," Mr. McCartney suggested. "That way you can get a little more practice."

"Will I...get any more money?" Dani asked hopefully, not wanting to have to sacrifice time with her family just to work virtually pointless hours. It wasn't like she had much time left with them anyway...

"Sure, what the hell," Mr. McCartney replied, shrugging and shaking his head. "Whatever it takes to help you get to know what you're doing 'round here."

But spending more time at that pizza shop resulted in much more than work experience and a few extra shillings. Much more, meaning, much more interaction between Daniela and Mr. McCartney, which would lead to something very, very special...