Chasing Mr. Carlton ( The story of a Shrew's Son)

Part 3

"Messages?" Matt asked a little bit after noon.

"Yes." She said, about to read off from the top but Matt began moving into hiss office, which usually meant she should follow.

"Bring your notebook- I need you to take a memo for me." he said without looking her way. Bobby nodded and quickly grabbed her memo book and pen, moving into the office and closing the door behind her.

Matt had quite a comfortable office- it was originally the largest one, until his parents knocked down that wall and converted their two spaces into one.

George Carlton worked in this office for over 45 years before they finally got him to retire and Matt had it completely remodeled. Still, Bobby couldn't imagine anyone but Matt sitting there, in the big chair, staring at her. She was sure that when the time came, he would insist on staying in this office rather than move to the larger one.

"Okay." She said, taking a seat, "Who to?"

"Abigail Harris." He said with a twinkle in his eyes. Bobby groaned.

"Oh come on... " she said, tossing her pen behind her back and rolling her eyes.

"I just need you to send her a card and some flowers." He said. "I was only joking about the memo."

"Hire a PERSONAL assistant. This isn't my job." She said with a shake of her head. God, it was just like him- always asking her to do these things which wouldn't be so bad if he didn't also have her write the card.

"Come on, Bobby- just say yes and we can move on to business." Matt spoke with the type of smile that made most women turn into a puddle at his feet.

Matt wasn't only good looking- he was charming. With those dark eyes and flirty smile, he could convince anyone to do his bidding- it wasn't fair. It wasn't the least bit fair just how handsome he was to any woman out there... Except Bobby. Bobby was immune to the chiseled features, the sensual curl of his lips and the perfect physique. She could see it, she accepted it was true but that didn't mean she was affected by it.

"What was wrong with this one? Hair too shiny? Waist too small? Legs too long?" Bobby said, standing up and picking her pen up from off the ground. Matt smiled- she hadn't said so but this usually meant she would stop arguing.

"She... Is a lovely girl." Was all Matt said, but of course Bobby knew he wouldn't talk about it.

It seemed ridiculous to her- he could call her in the middle of the night because of some strange impending disaster which was usually code for get me out of here but he refused to talk about the girls.

"It's not you, it's me." Bobby muttered as she made the note. She couldn't stand his carelessness. He went through girlfriends faster than women went through clothes. Always beautiful women, sometimes not quite in his social circle, but always beautiful and always lacking a bit in the brain. Of course Matt was bored easily...

"Now, for FINA..." He said, standing and walking around the room as Bobby began to write. Unlike the more modern secretaries and assistants, she always felt it was more accurately and ultimately faster to work off of shorthand instead of recording.

"What do you think?" He asked at length. Bobby looked over the memo before sighing.

"It's good, if you don't mind I'll just reword the bit about the order on July 12th but other than that- good." Bobby said.

"That's fine." Matt said, trusting in Bobby's judgement. "Now..." He said, walking towards his desk and leaning against it.

"Oh, right!" She said, opening her other notebook and preparing to read over his messages.