Part two - The Intern
‘Esme? Are you there? Do you want to introduce yourself?’ Jen asked innocently.
Esme, unmuted herself, hung up the call to Carlisle. ‘Good morning, everyone, I am Esme, a remote worker. I’ve been with Historical Architects for over a year and started as an intern. I’m currently working towards my master's in historical design, which keeps me very busy.’ Her chest felt tight as she stared at Jonathon Brown's tiny tile. His picture was blurry, and the light quality was awful. It was like a film was over his camera, but the mob of blonde hair and pale skin reminded her of Carlisle. Esme shook her head softly as if to clear her mind. She obviously missed her husband.
‘Thank you, Esme.’ Jens's voice rang out. ‘Esme is one of the interns we just couldn’t let go. Her dedication to historical accuracy is unparalleled. Johnathan, you are lucky to have her taking you under her wing. Why don’t you introduce yourself?’
‘Hey, morning everyone, I’m Johnathon. Thank you for having me. I’m pleased to be here and looking forward to getting started’
‘Carlisle’, she squeaked, luckily on mute. Her jaw dropped as she listened to his voice through her computer speaker. She felt giddy and excited. A mixture of shock and a giggle left her mouth as he continued his introduction. What was he doing?!?
‘Johnathan, great to have you on board. I hope you get what you are looking for with this program. Is something wrong with your camera?’ Jen asked.
‘Oh, apologies. It’s a new laptop, and I haven’t used the camera yet. My old one took a bit of a tumble at the weekend’ as he spoke, he peeled the film off the camera and revealed the face of her century-old lover. His smile was cheeky, his eyes burnt into hers as if it was just her he was looking at. She closed her jaw as she realised it was still open with the state of shock she’d been forced into.
His hair was flopped down, not styled back like it normally was. He looked more like his human age, and she suddenly felt herself grow warm in the centre of her chest. He wore a simple green tee that seemed to cling to his shoulders. Just like she clung to him on her screensaver. She could almost feel his broad shoulders under her palms as she clenched her fists around her knees.
The rest of the meeting dragged by. Plans were made for the week, and all Esme could do was stare at Jonathan Brown. She had tried to call him repeatedly on her phone, but he wouldn’t answer, infuriating her.
The call ended, and Esme had half an hour before a progress meeting with the owners of the Picture House was due. She had her notes ready and her presentation open on her computer, but She sat dumbfounded, staring at the screen. The vibration of her phone on the desk woke her from her reverie. She yanked it up and held it against her ear.
‘Hey love, I’m sorry I was on a work call. You rang me?’ Carlisle's voice was even, not bothered, but to Esme's well-trained ear, she could tell his lips were caught in a smirk.
She hissed at him before she could stop herself. ‘Carlisle, or should I say Johnathon,’ her breath was as harsh as her tone. The surprise had switched to annoyance. ‘What are you playing at?’
‘I missed you, Esme’ he said simply. ‘I wanted to be in your world for a bit’, he sounded sincere with a tinge of slight embarrassment. ‘Besides, you know how much I enjoy watching you work’ his tone had taken a deeper, more sensual tone that made Esme thaw a little to her husband's advances. Her mind flipped through decades of him watching her paint, sketch, and renovate. How he always ended up in the same chair or touching her somehow. She was missing his touch sorely. Maybe this would be thrilling, but it was certainly different for them. The change gave her a boost of confidence to embrace the situation she found herself in.
‘Well…’ she started, leaving him hanging in suspense. ‘I’ll have you know I’m a taskmaster. I won’t have you slacking on the job, Johnathon’ She started to warm up to the idea of having Carlisle under her charge. It was completely out of the blue for her and made her think of Alice, who must have seen this coming. She felt sadness upon thinking of her daughter and decided to call her later. ‘You will have to pretend not to know me. I’m not sure how we are going to pull this off. Thankfully, I haven’t spoken about you Carlisle’
‘Who’s Carlisle?’ He laughed. ‘I like work Esme already’
‘I do have a meeting in 15 minutes, but I can meet you afterwards’
‘As Carlisle or Johnathon?’
‘Johnathon.’ She stated. ‘If you are to accompany me to the Picture House, I will need to catch you up to speed’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ She could imagine him saluting her, drawing the corners of her mouth even higher. He continued in his playful tone, ‘On Zoom, with cameras on, please. I prefer to work seeing you, Esme’
If she could blush, she would. ‘How long is your time with us, Johnathon?’
‘2 weeks, but I may not last that long’
‘2 weeks? I know you can last longer than 2 weeks’ She was brazen with this comment. She knew she was playing a dangerous game when she heard him swallow. There was no doubt in her mind that he went back to Isle Esme in 1981, where time had a completely different meaning. She continued softly, ‘Let’s see how you get on, Johnathon. I have high standards’
‘I know’ was his sure reply. ‘I will do my best to please you’
Esme pressed her thighs together, attempting to quench the pulse of energy that burst through her again. What a Monday morning this is turning out to be.
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Blog change! But you guys choice my theme! :)
Random but anyways, i been writing in my notes(idk why)
Also i wanted to make a blog change and i will possibly change my username
Anyways you guys choice! :)
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