The Price Of Love
I was 29 that year, I was a new manager for a public accounting firm. I was assigned to a private client, a non public company. I went out for the interview with the owner and he was obviously the man in charge and I knew that he knew everything. When it came to accounting he was as conversant as any CEO or CFO I had ever talked to. He told me I would be working with Cristina and asked me to wait so he could introduce us.
Cristina came in, I learned she was 26, as ordinary a girl as you would want to meet. A smile and firm handshake and he put his arm around her, held her chin with two fingers, smiled into her eyes and she smiled back and he said 'this is my baby'. Feelings went through me, first of course was the whole thing about holding an employee and calling her 'his baby', second I don't know what, jealousy?
I spent an hour with Cristina, she was smart, just plain smart and she knew what she was talking about. She had a Masters in Accounting and was a CPA herself, a perfect candidate for Big Four accounting, but she went to small private Christian college. No part of the interview was she uncomfortable with, and was, well to put it this way, professional. Gone was the smile, the eyes of a girl in love. She stared into my eyes, challenging me. Sorry, I know it's not professional, but she got my pussy wet.
I went back to my office to write up the engagement and I kept thinking that I should just drop it, disengage, have another manager handle it. I couldn't be impartial and independent, I couldn't get Cristina out of my mind. It had been a while since I was overtaken by someone and this girl had me the minute she walked into his office to meet me. My professional responsibility and my personal desire were in conflict. I signed the engagement letter and sent it to them.
I sent one of our star seniors out to the engagement. She reported back as to just how well everything was going. Cristina had everything under control and she didn't have any hiccups. I could have told her that. Then she asked me if I knew, Cristina was dating the boss. That was a possible internal control weakness. I knew, but I didn't tell her, the boss and Cristina didn't hide their relationship. But now I had to work through the feelings that he was having sex with Cristina. He was having sex, they were having intercourse. I trembled in rage, I just couldn't see Cristina in his arms like that. I decided I had to do something.
I went out to the engagement and spent the day with Cristina. I touched her, yes I touched her. She just looked at me 'you touched me?' She ignored it and we continued. She told me she was going to a cooking school that weekend to learn how to make pasta, from scratch. I had to have looked the fool, she turned to me and asked me 'you want to come, don't you?' Yes, I wanted to go with her, anything to spend time with her. I don't cook and I would never cook for a man, believe me.
At the cooking class we of course sat beside each other and her hand and her knee and her thigh and her shoulder and her face and her hair were within kissing distance. I lost control, I just leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She gave me that look again 'you kissed me?' She ignored it and we continued, the second kiss went smoother, just a look from her. In the hall outside the classroom during our one and only break she stood right up to me, nose to nose, 'tit to tit', and she asked me point blank 'are you a lesbian?' I admitted it to her and she said 'I thought so'. Later, after class she told me she was cooking for her boss. She called him her boss, never by his name. She told me I could come cook with her, but no kissing or touching in front of him.
He kissed her, I don't mean a little fatherly kiss, no he kissed her smack on the lips and pulled her towards him smashing her tits against him, held her and kissed her. And my blood boiled. She dismissed it and told me he was 'just like that'. He had always been like that with her. I asked her, because I had to, if she had sex with him. 'Does he have intercourse with you?' Intercourse, I hadn't ever used that word in conversation. 'You could call it that' and looking into my eyes 'don't kiss me'. But I did. Not like he kissed her, more like a big sister kiss, except on the lips.
If I wanted to kiss her, to just be naked with her, to show her I could also make love to her, then I had to let him have sex with me. That's the price I had to pay to make love with Cristina. Have intercourse, before he released me to make love with Cristina. 'He's like that' she told me. 'He likes you' she told me. We made love, I made love, like I had never made love before. Now Cristina is my baby too. But I have to have intercourse. With her boss. My best client.
