Moonlight (a Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series - Part 1) Read Online Free
Author: Lisa Sumil, T.M. Williams
I had grown to love and revel in. It reminded me of the movie Superman and I could almost picture Clark Kent gushing over the love of his life, Lois Lane, just under the floor-to-ceiling black pane windows that made up the entire east and south wall. We even had the heavy oak desks and green shaded library lamps adorning each desktop. The smell of paper and ink still lofted through the air even though World Geography had not housed a printing press or typewriter for over a decade. As I made my way to my desk by the window I could hear the coffee machine bubbling its first brew of the day, mixed in with the sounds of the phones ringing, paper shuffling, and voices carrying over each other in conversation.
Before Warren came into my life permanently, I fantasized that Superman would fly in and fall madly and helplessly in love with me, sweeping me off my feet and taking me to the skies during our coffee breaks.
Then Warren came into my life.
“ Melanie King ! ”
I nearly dropped my bag at the sound of my bos s’ s voice booming just behind me.
“ Yo u’ re here early . ”
“ Yes, sir . ”
Charles Hill, or as Warren was allowed to call him, Chuck, was exactly how you would imagine the editor-in-chief of a liberal-adventure publication to look lik e – a mixture of urban warfare, cut-throat, demeanor and Costa Rican hiker. Charles Hill had a presence that could n’ t be denied and was probably the only man in his position that could get away with wearing cargo pants, steel toe boots, and polo shirts to work in a prestigious high-rise building. I think he missed being out in the field because he always looked ready to go on the next assignment - regardless whether he spent the last seventeen years behind the desk.
“ How are those photos coming along from the marathon ? ”
He never cared about the local mundane assignments the floor covered. Preferring to be more involved in the more pertinent stories. Who could blame him? Yet, his question about the marathon and his obvious nervousness set me on edge .“ Almost done sir, I just have a few more to edit . ”
I heard my phone chime from my bag.
“ Do you need to get that ? ”
I shook my head, hoping that my boss did n’ t notice my blush. My phone chimed again.
“ Are you sure ? ”
A third chime came again, making me nervous that something was wrong. I quickly looked at my phone just-in-case.
I’ m going to fuck you hard on my desk this weekend
I hoped my boss did n’ t see me blush and quickly shoved my phone deep in my bag, hopelessly fumbling with papers as a distraction.
“ Everything okay Ms. King ? ”
“ Yes, sir, everything is fine . ” Was he just going to hang out by my desk all day? My phone chimed again.
My boss raised his eyebrows curiously at me .“ Well, Ms. King, I came by to let you know yo u’ ll be on assignment on the 12 th for approximately six days covering the 147 th UN Session in Rome . ”
“ Six days? Is n’ t the session usually only two days ? ”
“ It is, but ther e’ s a high-profile protest expected around the session due to the elections. I need you to cover it . ”
I nodded, but was still unsure what made my boss so uncharacteristically nervous. The trip was in ten days and it was typical of the coverage I did for the magazine.
“ Ther e’ s one more thing, Ms. King . ”
I looked up expectantly.
“ Yo u’ ll be traveling with Warren Brown . ”
I dropped the papers I had been fumbling around with to the floor. They seemed to slide helplessly across the linoleum floor. I lowered my head and took my time picking up the papers, struggling to reign in my embarrassment and shock. Charles Hill knealt down to help me clean up the hopeless mess.
“ I do n’ t understand, sir ? ” I whispered.
Thankfully, he mistook my nervousness and his features softened from cut-throat boss to
Before Warren came into my life permanently, I fantasized that Superman would fly in and fall madly and helplessly in love with me, sweeping me off my feet and taking me to the skies during our coffee breaks.
Then Warren came into my life.
“ Melanie King ! ”
I nearly dropped my bag at the sound of my bos s’ s voice booming just behind me.
“ Yo u’ re here early . ”
“ Yes, sir . ”
Charles Hill, or as Warren was allowed to call him, Chuck, was exactly how you would imagine the editor-in-chief of a liberal-adventure publication to look lik e – a mixture of urban warfare, cut-throat, demeanor and Costa Rican hiker. Charles Hill had a presence that could n’ t be denied and was probably the only man in his position that could get away with wearing cargo pants, steel toe boots, and polo shirts to work in a prestigious high-rise building. I think he missed being out in the field because he always looked ready to go on the next assignment - regardless whether he spent the last seventeen years behind the desk.
“ How are those photos coming along from the marathon ? ”
He never cared about the local mundane assignments the floor covered. Preferring to be more involved in the more pertinent stories. Who could blame him? Yet, his question about the marathon and his obvious nervousness set me on edge .“ Almost done sir, I just have a few more to edit . ”
I heard my phone chime from my bag.
“ Do you need to get that ? ”
I shook my head, hoping that my boss did n’ t notice my blush. My phone chimed again.
“ Are you sure ? ”
A third chime came again, making me nervous that something was wrong. I quickly looked at my phone just-in-case.
I’ m going to fuck you hard on my desk this weekend
I hoped my boss did n’ t see me blush and quickly shoved my phone deep in my bag, hopelessly fumbling with papers as a distraction.
“ Everything okay Ms. King ? ”
“ Yes, sir, everything is fine . ” Was he just going to hang out by my desk all day? My phone chimed again.
My boss raised his eyebrows curiously at me .“ Well, Ms. King, I came by to let you know yo u’ ll be on assignment on the 12 th for approximately six days covering the 147 th UN Session in Rome . ”
“ Six days? Is n’ t the session usually only two days ? ”
“ It is, but ther e’ s a high-profile protest expected around the session due to the elections. I need you to cover it . ”
I nodded, but was still unsure what made my boss so uncharacteristically nervous. The trip was in ten days and it was typical of the coverage I did for the magazine.
“ Ther e’ s one more thing, Ms. King . ”
I looked up expectantly.
“ Yo u’ ll be traveling with Warren Brown . ”
I dropped the papers I had been fumbling around with to the floor. They seemed to slide helplessly across the linoleum floor. I lowered my head and took my time picking up the papers, struggling to reign in my embarrassment and shock. Charles Hill knealt down to help me clean up the hopeless mess.
“ I do n’ t understand, sir ? ” I whispered.
Thankfully, he mistook my nervousness and his features softened from cut-throat boss to
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