Stage One: The Job
Chad Dylan Cooper.
Why did that name sound so… cliché? It's almost as if he's straight out of a movie and probably eats turkey with his mum every thanksgiving. Joy, he's a loser. It's obvious what type these guys are into, probably the type you can bring home to your mum. Stable employment and education and an impressive knowledge of poetry. Honestly? It's not that hard. I was once, dare I say it, that sort of girl.
FLASHBACK
"So what movie do you want to see?"
I could feel my hands getting clammy and the sweat forming on my neck began to stick. Shit, Is my makeup running?
I looked up at his beautiful blue eyes and sighed, he was absolutely perfect. The way his brown hair swayed in the moonlight and his dimples stretching across his perfect face.
"Um, I'm sort of into romantic comedies." Shit. Was that too girly? Should I have gone for transformers?
His smile seemed to pull into a familiar smirk before he reached down and tugged at the dress at my waist eagerly, a bit too eagerly.
"Baby, I couldn't care less." Ok, what the hell did that mean? I mean did he not want to watch the film at all, was this a bad idea?
He seemed to notice my confused face and gave me a warm smile as if to comfort me.
"What I meant was that your face is just so beautiful that it would distract me from the film entirely Sons." And I could feel the relief wash over me. Ok, so he's not going to rape me in the dark.
But then again why would he? This is Skylar we're talking about, possibly the sweetest, kindest guy yet.
The film was hilarious and I found myself completely engulfed in the way Adam Sandler knew exactly what to say and at the right time. The giggles that escaped through my lips were unintentional and rather unattractive but Sky didn't seem to mind. I was pleased, that was until I felt a hand slide underneath my dress.
What was he doing?
I gave a confused look in his direction only to see him pierce my eyes with his. His pupils which were once blue were now a dark black, and I could notice how his facial expression had contorted, even in the darkness of the theatre. Safely, I crossed my legs to avoid his hand going any further, only to feel a sharp pain as he grabbed my thighs and spread them open with a yelp.
Could nobody else hear this? Oh, he'd chosen a perfect time, the sex scene. The character was moaning loudly on the screen, my yelps seemed perfectly normal at the time. He forcefully thrust his hand up my skirt and through my undergarments roughly nipping at my private areas. It was uncomfortable and painful at the same time and I didn't know whether to scream or cry. Instead I jumped and ran out of the theatre slowly leaning against the wall. Why was he doing this to me?
"Sonnnnnyyyyyyy, I know you're around hear somewhere. Don't worry baby, I mean no harm. If you close your eyes and relax it might feel good," I heard his now evil voice snarl out into the darkness.
I closed my eyes and pinched myself, this had to be a dream. Skylar wasn't like this, Skylar helped me knit my sweater, he helped me revise for my finals, he helped my mum put up the washing! Determined that this wasn't real, I opened my eyes only to be met by dark blue ones.
"Gotcha!" And then his lips crushed mine. I could hear the tearing of my dress and the muffled sounds of my screams that simply were blocked out by his own mouth. And then, he was gone, and I was left with a piercing pain in between my legs and a scar on my thigh to remind me of it.
It was from then on that I knew, the innocent Sonny was gone. I had to change, defend myself and possibly face the fact that I was a whore.
FLASHBACK END
I shook my head in disgust at the thought of how I lost my virginity. I was only 17 years old and so deeply in love with a man who turned out to be a complete asshole. I was too naïve, too stupid to see what guys really wanted, and I could bet a million dollars that underneath this good-guy Chad Dylan Cooper exterior, there was a sex god just waiting to come out. If my client wanted me to unleash that then I shall, without fail.
It annoyed me that I had to return to my foolish pretty-girl character that was once me, however as they say, a leopard never changes its spots, and I knew that underneath my hardcore shell I still had a bit of angel left in me.
Turning on my forever faithful Macbook I typed 'Chad Dylan Cooper' in Google. Pictures of a pretty blonde family all in matching sweaters had appeared alongside with a tall blonde man and his teenage son at his graduation. Chad Dylan Cooper was an overachiever, preferably one who had set high expectations for himself. He worked in his own enterprise, "Cooper Cooperation" Hah clever name and was now the CEO of the company. Being only 24 years of age he was single and was known for never having the longest of relationships. Clearly the one he had with Tawni Hart was kept on the down-low, no wonder she didn't approve.
However, I could see what she wanted with him. The bitchy side of me would say that she was a gold digger, but it's not like he was a fat old man either. Mr. Cooper was, dare I say it, sexy. In an innocent sort of way. His blonde bangs were long, indicating that he was still immature, and his eyes were very, very blue. A woman my age would find this extremely attractive, however when I saw his eyes I felt as though I was going to be sick.
NEVER had I thought that I'd see such blue eyes again in my life. Yes, it was stupid to think that the rest of the population did not have blue eyes, but I avoided it. I avoided the blueness.
"Hello, Cooper Cooperation, this is Portlyn, how may I help you?" A cute voice came from the phone. She was definitely young, and probably an intern. Not very smart or professional for that matter.
"Hi, this is Allison Taylor speaking. I wish to fill in for the position as Mr. Cooper's personal secretary?"
It was almost ironic that he had a position available as a PERSONAL secretary just as Tawni had introduced this 'assignment'. Either she had planned this well, or it was just pure coincidence. Office romances between the secretary and boss were common and it was the perfect set up. I was pleased with myself. Getting the job would be a piece of cake when I had Nico on my side. Nico was like Superman's Robin. If I needed something he would get it for me, in the best fashion of course. And I wanted a CV, one preferably with a million – and – one qualifications that would get me in the company within a few seconds. Interview not required.
"Hold on please," there was a pregnant pause and then a strange hold dial tone, "yes sorry to keep you waiting. There is a slot open tomorrow for an interview. Just email your CV in by tonight, I'll have it shown to Mr. Cooper himself and he will let you know whether or not you can come for the interview tomorrow. He says that it's very important that he looks his through thoroughly. This job position is no joke Ms. Taylor."
Hah, now she wanted to be professional, I'll show her.
"Yeah no problem Portlyn. Please, call me Allison though. It's all too formal to refer to me by my last name. Sometimes a comfortable environment at the workplace is best you know?" And then I hung up. Interns always fall for that shit, she's probably panicking at her harmless mistake, hah.
Nico never waited for more than 3 rings if he knew I was calling him, it was important that he was alert at all times. There were a few exceptions though, as to if he is 'busy' and I cannot bother him he usually leaves the automatic message of "fuck off Sonny". However this time there was no message, just dial tone, good.
"Hey Sonbeam, what can I do for you today?" I heard that charming Southern drawl. If he wasn't like a brother to me I would most probably do him.
"Sonbeam? That's creative. Look anyways I've got this really – exciting – assignment and it sort of involves a little role play," I tried to keep it as vague as possible. Yes, Nico knew everything about the men I played around with. He was even aware of my personal emotions at all times, but he was a judging man, and I was not in the mood for one of his 'what the hell are you doing Sonny' speeches.
"Role play huh? Never took you for the type," cocky basterd,"so I'm guessing you either need an accent tutor or an employment scam?" Gosh he's good.
"The second one. And I need to make it impressive, like nerdy impressive. A CV that would require no interview – you get the idea. Nothing new I suppose."
I heard him laugh at that, and I knew he was recalling our previous missions. One day it'll be a funny story for when I'm old and retired. You know to tell somebody else's kids considering that I won't have any.
"Ok, I'll email one to the company straight out. Any requests on the personal statement though?"
"Make it sharp, sounds like I'm all business. Not my usual slutty self alright?"
"No problem, see you Sonbeam," and then he hung up. There was no small talk between us: that was for when we were drunk and drowning out our sorrows. Trust me it's happened before. In fact it was Nico who was the first person I told after THAT night. It was Nico that had recommended the change, introduced me to the business, and we've been partners since.
My nights alone were usually very long and it was rare for me to actually spend my nights alone. However, there was a strict no drinking policy on the night before the job. The last thing I needed was a hangover face and slurred vocabulary on my first day tomorrow. I suddenly laughed at how some people spent the night before the 'interview' so nervous. It's like they know they're going to get the job but would rather be negative about the situation. I had never really been worried about interviews or CVs. I was guaranteed a working position and I was guaranteed a piece of Cooper's ass. Hell, everything I did was perfect. Why should this not be?
My thoughts were then interrupted by my loud home line ring. I ran to the wireless phone and picked it off that table.
"Allison speaking, how may I help you," I sang in my sweetest voice. I sounded like a little polite dumpling.
"Hello, this is Chad Dylan Cooper speaking, is this a bad time?" And HOT DAMN. What a voice he had, it was velvety and smooth and the type that would soak your panties instantly. However I contained myself, such a beautiful voice only to know that he's a petty virgin.
"No not at all Mr. Cooper, I was just reading Jane Austen's last collection." Hah, bullshit.
"Oh? Impressive Ms. Taylor. That must be a conversation for another time, preferably one in my office tomorrow on your first day of work?"
Typical. He tried to sooth my employment into the conversation. I just rolled my eyes and played along by letting out a girlish squeal to mock excitement.
"I got the job? Oh my god, do I have to come for an interview?"
"No Ms. Taylor, no interview required. Your CV is very impressive indeed and I'm sure you'll be perfect for the job."
"Thank you Mr. Cooper, I'll be there."
"Good and be on time Ms. Taylor, this job position is quite serious. 8 o'clock sharp my office ok?"
I smirked and my mouth turned into a sick twisted smile, "Of course Mr. Cooper, I look forward to it. Goodnight."
I was just about to hang up when I heard the response 'Goodnight'. Oh it will be a goodnight indeed Mr. Chad Dylan Cooper.