Taming Mr. Robinson

10. Reminiscing

Kyle's P.O.V
She has the brightest violet eyes I have ever seen.
Always filled with wonder, hope, and determination.

Even though for the first few days she worked for me, I'd stared into those eyes and made my demands, I never knew that someday...I'll miss seeing them.

Two weeks.
She has worked for me for two weeks now,...And yet ever since she had threatened to burn me with so much anguish in those eyes, I never saw her again.
Never saw her violet eyes.

"Shit." I mutter and increase the pace on the treadmill, focusing on the loud music of my earphones and letting my memory go back.

The day of her interview she had worn that knee-length flower dress, with the violet flower prints, bringing out her eyes.

The first thing I'd noticed about her was her uncertainty. She was determined but unsure, hopeful but doubtful. The way she hesitated before answering, yet the way she was quick to act when I spilled cream over the rug.

And I did what I do best,...took advantage of that...of her.

The contract was the first tool I'd used to pull and prison her here, and practically the only tool.

Yes. I'd drafted it up myself, intending to use it against whoever applied...but I had no idea someone would apply, considering the reputation I had in the office.
And I was sure I wouldn't need the contract, but then.....

'I don't want this job, I need it.'

'Does this mean I have the job?'

'Thank you so much.'

'Yes, Mr. Robinson.'

'Yes, I dropped out of college.'

'I'm sorry.'

'You had me parading that room like a slut.'

'Please, Mr. Robinson.'

'But my brother is lying unconscious in a hospital!'

'I beg you!'

'I'll do anything!"

But then I never expected her to work for me. She was so innocent, but did it matter?
Innocence had never been a ticket to get special treatment, it never was back then and so it shouldn't be now.

Besides, she came through Josh, so she knew what she was getting into.
Then the first day, when she'd set a table for two because she thought she could eat at the table.
Like that could ever happen.
No one had eaten at my table since...
Since my foster home, or homes rather. Before then, I always ate alone.
Always alone.

"Fuck."
I abandon the treadmill and head for the push-up setup, needing to divert my focus from the past.

Then I had her stay behind for her first weekend here. She couldn't leave and no way was I going to let her leave just the day after she came.
So I'd grabbed the first thing I could use to keep her.

'But I don't work on weekends.'
She had said, looking forlorn and surprised.
It's not like I needed the suit.
It's not like I was meant to go anywhere.
I just couldn't let her leave, and I don't know why.

Then, Kelsey had spent the night, and Anne's secrets had been spilled one after the other.

She had dropped out of college.
She was the stripper with the mask.
Both, I found completely hard to believe. Her being a college dropout wasn't something I was second-guessing until I read the notes she'd written down concerning the deal with Terry Tucker.
They were so precise, informative, and organized.