The Good Girl

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Summary

When she walked in the room it felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. She was sweet, kind, and fun to be around not to mention gorgeous and classy, and she caught everyone’s attention, but she was a good girl and everyone knew it, except maybe her. “Define good” she said, leaving him wonder as she walked away with her drink in hand, looking over her shoulder and giving him a flirty, seductive smile. Jacob was breathless. Was she really the only one that didn’t know she was a good girl? When you have black and white there is bound to be some gray. However, good and bad is all a matter of perspective. Is she really a “good” girl by everyone else’s definition? Or did she write her own? Keep reading to find out exactly what good means to her. Between these digital pages follow along and find out the secret behind the black and white of this good girl.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
17
Rating
4.4 5 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Ambition

Samantha Parker (Sam for short) was your typical business woman, with great values and a solid foundation in life.

She stood about 5’4 with long wavey auburn hair, bright green eyes, small, tight ass and perfect, perky size C breasts. A soft girl next door type. She was confident but not conceited by any stretch of the word. Her sweet personality and outgoing kindness made her a favorite of many.

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Monday mornings were always a drag but this Monday was fresh and new.

Sam was a successful business woman but until now she had yet to find the right setting to make her career a life choice.

That was all about to change though. As she curled her long auburn hair and put on her make-up, what little make-up she did wear, she looked at herself in the mirror, straightening out her skirt as she smiled at her reflection in the mirror, feeling good about herself.

It has all come to this, she told herself and smiled again one last time at her reflection before heading out the door.

Samantha had received an offer from the largest engineering company in New York. She was a graphics designer and the technology they worked with was high tech and something she was very familiar with. Actually, to say she specialized in it was an understatement. When they received her resume it seemed like they couldn’t get her in fast enough for an interview.

Here she was, first day of work and she couldn’t be more excited. This was the start of a whole new chapter for her and for once she actually believed she was where she was meant to be.

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Welcome, you must be Ms. Parker, the parking attendant said as Sam pulled into the parking garage. Although large it was a private garage for only the employees of the company.

Yes I am, thank you, and who might you be. She said politely.

I am Mr. Brown, and it will be lovely to see you each day. He replied, surprised at her genuine interest in who he was.

Most people just didn’t bother to ask his name and the ones who did, didn’t really pay attention because by the end of the day they had already forgotten it.

Sam was different though, you could hear it in her voice, she asked because she cared to know.

She was like that though. She treated every person with dignity and always left them feeling important, no matter who they were.

You will be assigned to spot 13 ma’am, and by the end of the day your name plate will be in place. He said as he directed her into the garage.

Thank you kindly, she replied, how did you know 13 is my favorite and lucky number.

He chuckled and smiled at how sweet and kind she was and then bid her a lovely day.

She parked her car and as she was getting her bag out of her back seat a black Mercedes pulled into the spot next to her. As the driver slammed the door closed he headed around the back of the car to greet her.

You must be the new girl, he said with a movie star smile. Jacob’s the name. Nice to meet you... he drug out the last word allowing for her to fill in the blank.

He was a good 5’10 with sandy blond hair and crystal blue eyes. He was well built, very handsome and somewhat cocky. He knew most women practically creamed their panties when he walked past them, and he enjoyed every lustful stare.

Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam. She said sweetly, and it’s lovely to meet you as well.

Well Sam, he continued, it’s your lucky day cause you get to spend the morning with me. Again, he smiled his movie star smile showing his perfect, white teeth.

Sounds like a fun morning Jacob, thank you for the warm welcome, she commented returning the smile he had given.

Samantha seemed rather unphased by his charm. She was beautiful, sweet and very confident, all of which Jacob noticed and admired in a woman.

You look lovely, if you don’t mind me saying, he was commenting as they walked in the side entrance.

Thank you, that’s very kind of you, she replied. Oh, can I buy you a coffee? She offered as she noticed the swanky coffee shop by the front entrance.

Surprised at the gesture Jacob raised an eyebrow and humbly accepted her offer.

Sam spent the first hour of her day meeting the coffee shop people, the security desk people, the elevator maintenance people, who were fixing the one elevator. She met the receptionist and janitor and finally the tech support team and other members of her graphics team.

Finally, Jacob showed her to her own office. Jacob was in the adjoining office and apparently she and he would be working closely on a lot of projects.

The afternoon was spent in office team meetings, project meetings and meetings with Human Resources to get all her employment paperwork done.

At the end of the day she still wore her smile and as Jacob walked her to her car she paused at the site of her name plate on the wall by her parking spot.

I’ll see you tomorrow Sunshine, Jacob said as he got into his car.

I look forward to it, she replied as she got into her own car. As she left the parking garage she stopped at the garage exit... thank you Mr. Brown, I love my name plate. Have a great evening.

Mr. Brown turned and smiled softly as he saw Sam and said, Ms. Parker, you are a welcome breath of fresh air. Have a lovely evening my dear.