"But sir..." I heard as I walked away.Rosie was in the water when I returned, her clothes, surprisingly including her bra and panties, piled neatly on a chair. It was dark outside, the only light a soft filtering from an upstairs window. "Don't look," I ordered as I walked towards the edge of the tub."It's dark, I can't see anything," she answered, but I could feel her eyes searching as I dropped the towel and quickly entered the pool."I've never done this with a man before," she giggled from across the circular pool. "Naked, I mean," she added."You're naked?... I'm surprised... I thought you'd keep your panties, your bra on." Did I do something wrong? It is a hot tub." No, no, its fine, in fact excellent," I answered, "you surprised me, that's all." Good!" she answered enigmatically.We talked easily; it was strange how comfortable we both felt in each others company."Now remember," I lured, "as you lie here in this warm, caressing water; if you become my full time gardener you'll be. Mr. Nunberg was old enough to be his father, with a slightly portly look that might have been fat or the holdover of a lot of muscle, and considering the squeeze that handshake had put on him, it was probably the latter. He was an old man with a young face, and really nice grandfatherly eyes that almost made you comfortable, were it not for the fact that he still looked able enough to swim with the sharks. He looked like the classic business executive, the sort of man who reaked of power and benevolence and usually surrounded himself with pitbulls to take care of the nastier side of business for him. ‘Oh, please. It’s Charlie,’ Mr. Nunberg said with a chuckle. ‘We’re a company of the new millenium! No need for unnecessary formalities here.’ ‘Alright, uh… sir,’ Harry said, looking beyond the smiling executive to where the surly assistants were sitting in their full suits, appraising him. Mr. Nunberg laughed again, before turning to go to his seat at the head of the table, opposite.
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