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Authors: Charlene Hartnady

A Mate for York

 

 

 

The Program

 

A Mate for York

By

Charlene Hartnady

Copyright and Disclaimer

 

Copyright © September 2015, Charlene Hartnady

Cover Art by Melody Simmons

Copy Edited by Kimberly Reichmann

Produced in South Africa

 

Published by Charlene Hartnady

PO BOX 456, Melrose Arch,

Johannesburg, South Africa, 2176

[email protected]

 

A Mate for York is a work of fiction
and characters, events and dialogue found within are of the author’s
imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual
events or persons, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

 

Cassidy’s
hands were clammy and shaking. She had just retyped the same thing three times.
At this rate, she would have to work even later than normal to get her work
done. She sighed heavily.

Pull
yourself together
.

With
shaking hands, she grabbed her purse from the floor next to her, she reached
inside and pulled out the folded up newspaper article.

Have
you ever wanted to date a vampire?

Human
women required
.
Must be enthusiastic about interactions with vampires.
Must be willing to undergo a stringent medical exam. Must be prepared to sign a
contractual agreement which would include a non-disclosure clause. This will be
a temporary position. Limited spaces available within the program. Successful
candidates can earn up to $45,000 per day, over a three day period.

All
she needed was three days leave.

Cassidy
wasn’t sure whether her hands were shaking because she had to ask for the leave
and her boss was a total douche bag or because the thought of vampires drinking
her blood wasn’t exactly a welcome one.

More
than likely a combination of both.

This
was a major opportunity for her though. She had already been accepted into the
trial phase of the program that the vampires were running. What was three days
in her life? So there was a little risk involved. Okay, a lot of risk, but it
would all be worth it in the end. She was drowning in debt. Stuck in a dead-end
job. Stuck in this godforsaken town. This was her chance, her golden
opportunity, and she planned on seizing it with both hands.

To
remind herself what she was working towards, or at least running away from, she
let her eyes roam around her cluttered desk. There were several piles of
documents needing to be filed. A stack of orders lay next to her cranky old
laptop. Hopefully it wouldn’t freeze on her this time while she was uploading
them into the system. It had been months since Sarah had left. There used to be
two of them performing her job, and since her colleague was never replaced it
was just her. She found more and more that she had to get to work way earlier
and stay later and later just to get the job done.

To add
insult to injury, there were many days that her a-hole boss still had the
audacity to come down on her for not meeting a deadline. He refused to listen
to reason and would not accept being understaffed as an excuse. She’d never
been one to shy away from hard work but the expectations were ridiculous. Her
only saving grace was that she didn’t have much of a life.

There
had to be something more out there for her and a hundred and thirty five
thousand big ones would not only pay off her debts but would also give her
enough cash to go out and find one. A life that is and a damned good life it
would be.

Cassidy
took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. If she asked really nicely,
hopefully Mark would give her a couple of days off. She couldn’t remember the
last time she had taken leave. Then it dawned on her, she’d taken three days
after Sean had died a year ago. Her boss couldn’t say no though. If he did, she
wasn’t beyond begging.

Rising
to her feet, she made for the closed door at the other end of her office. After
knocking twice, she entered.

The
lazy ass was spread out on the corner sofa with his hands crossed behind his
head. He didn’t look in the least bit embarrassed about her finding him like
that either.

“Cassidy.”
He put on a big cheesy smile as he rose to a sitting position. The button on
his jacket pulled tight around his midsection which was paunchy. He didn’t move
much and ate big greasy lunches so it wasn’t surprising. “Come on in. Take a
seat,” he gestured to a spot next to him on the sofa.

That
would be the day
. Her boss could get a bit touchy feely. Thankfully it had
never gone beyond a pat on the butt, a hand on her shoulder or just a general
invasion of her personal space. It put her on edge though because it was
becoming worse and worse as of late. The sexual innuendos were also becoming
highly irritating. She pretended that they went over her head, but he was becoming
more and more forward as time went by.

By the
way his eyes moved down her body, she could tell that he was most definitely mentally
undressing her.
Oh god
. That meant that he was in one of his grabby
moods.
Damn.
She preferred it when he was acting like a total jerk. Easier
to deal with.

“No,
that’s fine. Thank you.” She worked hard to plaster a smile on her face. “I
don’t want to take up much of your time and I have to get back to work myself.”

His
eyes narrowed for a second before dropping to her breasts. “You could do with a
little break every now and then…so could I for that matter.” Even though she
knew he couldn’t see anything because of her baggy jacket, his eyes stayed
glued to her boobs anyway. Why did she get the distinct impression that he was
no longer talking about work?
Argh!

“How
long has your husband been gone now?” he asked, his gaze still locked on her
chest. It made her want to fold her arms but she resisted the temptation.

None
of your damned business.

“It’s
been a year now since Sean passed.” She tried hard to look sad and in mourning.
When the truth was, that if the bastard wasn’t already dead she would’ve killed
him herself. Turned out that there were things about Sean that she hadn’t known.
In fact, it was safe to say that she’d been living with and married to a total stranger.
Funny how those things tended to come out when a person died.

Her
boss did not need to know this information though. So far, playing the mourning
wife was the only thing that kept him from pursuing her further.

“What
can I do for you?” His eyes slid down to the juncture at her thighs and again
she had to fight the urge to squeeze them tightly together. Even though it was
damn near scorching temperatures outside, she still wore stockings, skirt to
mid calf, a button-up blouse and a jacket. Nothing was revealing and yet he
still looked at her like she was standing there naked. It made her skin crawl. “I
would be happy to oblige you. Just say the word, baby.”

She
hated it when he called her that. He started doing it a couple of weeks ago.
Cassidy had asked him on several occasions to stop but she may as well have
been speaking to a plank of wood.

She
grit her teeth for a second, holding back a retort. “Great. Glad to hear it.”
Her voice sounded way more confident than what she felt. “I need a couple of
days off. It’s been a really long time—”

“Forget
it,” he interrupted while standing up. “I need you...here.” Another innuendo.
Although she waited, he didn’t give any further explanations.

“Look,
I know there is a lot to do around here especially since Sarah left.” His eyes
clouded over immediately at the mention of her ex-colleague’s name. “I would be
happy to put in extra time.”

As in,
she wouldn’t sleep and would have to work weekends to get the job done.

“I’ll
do whatever it takes. I just really need a couple of days… It’s important.”

His
eyes lit up and she realized what she had just said and how it would’ve sounded
to a complete pig like Mark.

“Anything?”
He rolled the word off of his tongue.

“Well…”
It came out sounding breathless but only because she was nervous. “Not
anything. What I meant to say was—”

“No,
no. I like that you would do anything, in fact, there is something I’ve been
meaning to discuss with you.” His gaze dropped to her breasts again.

Please
no. Anything but that.

Cassidy
swallowed hard, actually feeling sick to her stomach. She shook her head.

“You
can have a few days, baby. In fact, I’ll hire you an assistant.” Ironically he
played with the wedding band on his ring finger. His voice had turned sickly
sweet. “I’d be willing to go a long way for you if you only met me halfway.
It’s time you got over the loss of your husband and I plan on helping you to do
that.”

“Um…I
don’t think…” Her voice was soft and shaky. Her hands shook, so she folded her
arms.

This
was not happening.

“Look,
Cass…baby, you’re an okay looking woman. Not normally the type I’d go for. I
prefer them a bit younger, bigger tits, tighter ass…” He looked her up and down
as if he were sizing her up and finding her lacking. “I’d be willing to give
you a go…help you out. Now…baby…” He paused.

Cassidy
felt like the air had seized in her lungs, like her heart had stopped beating
for that matter. Her mouth gaped open but she couldn’t close it. She made a
croaking noise but couldn’t seem to actually talk.

She
watched in horror as her boss pulled down his zipper and pulled out a wrinkled,
flaccid cock. “Suck on this, or you could bend over and I’ll fuck you…the
choice is yours. I would recommend the fuck because quite frankly I think you
could use it.” He was deadly serious. Even gave a small nod like he was doing
her a favor or something.

To the
delight of her oxygen starved lungs, she managed to suck in a deep breath but
still couldn’t get any words out. Not a single, solitary syllable.

“I
know you’ve had to play the part of the devastated wife and all that but I know
you really want a bit of this.” He waved his cock at her, although wave was not
the right description. The problem was that a limp dick couldn’t really wave.
It flopped about pathetically in his hand.

Cassidy
looked from his tiny dick up to his ruddy, pasty face and back down again before
bursting out laughing. It was the kind of laugh that had her bending at the
knees, hunching over. Sucking in another lungful of air, she gave it all she
had. Unable to stop even if she wanted to. Until tears rolled down her cheeks.
Until she was gasping for breath.

“Hey
now…” Mark started to look distinctly uncomfortable. “That’s not really the
sort of response I expected from you.” He didn’t look so sure anymore, even
started to put his dick away before his eyes hardened up.

Cassidy
was wiping the tears from her face. She still couldn’t believe what the hell
she was seeing and even worse, what she was hearing. What a complete asshole.

Her
boss took a step towards her. “The time for games is over. Get down on your
knees if you want to keep your job. I’m your boss and your behavior is just
plain rude.”

Any
hint of humor evaporated in an instant. “I’ll tell you what’s rude…you taking
out your thing is rude. You’re right, you’re my boss which means what is happening
right here”—she gestured between the two of them, looking pointedly at his
member—“is called sexual harassment.”

He
narrowed his eyes at her. “Damn fucking straight, little missy. I want you to
sexually harass this right now.” He clutched his penis, flopping it around some
more.

“Alrighty
then. Let me just go and fetch my purse.” She grinned at him, putting every
little bit of sarcasm she had into the smile.

“Why
would you need your purse?” He frowned.

“To
get my magnifying glass. You have just about the smallest dick that I’ve ever
seen.” Not that she had seen many, but she didn’t think she needed to. His
penis was a joke.

It was
his turn to gape. To turn a lighter shade of bright red. “You didn’t just say
that. I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that. This is your last fucking
chance.” Spittle flew from his mouth. “Show me your tits and get onto your
fucking knees. Make me fucking come and do it now or you are out of a job.”

“You can
pretend all you want. As far as I’m concerned you can pretend that I’m sucking
on your limp dick as well, because it will never happen. You can take your job
and your tiny penis and shove um where the sun don’t shine.” Cassidy almost
wanted to slap a hand over her mouth, she couldn’t believe that she had just said
all of that. One thing was for sure, she was done taking shit from men. Done!

She
gave him a disgusted look, turned on her heel and walked out. After grabbing
her purse, she left without looking back, praying that her old faithful would
start. Her car hadn’t been serviced since before her husband had died and it wasn’t
sounding right lately. The gearbox grated sometimes when she changed gears.
There was a rattling noise. She just didn’t have the funds. That was all about
to change though. She hadn’t exactly planned on leaving her job just yet. What
if things didn’t work out? She’d planned on keeping her job as a safety net
instead of counting chickens she didn’t have. It was too late to go back now.

Despite
her lack of a backup plan, Cassidy grinned as her car started with a rattle and
a splutter. Grinned even wider as she pulled away hearing the gravel crunch
beneath her tires. Now all she had to do was get through the next few days and
she was home free.

 

 

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