Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?, tag; Liam.

[Anita Valentine]

Today was the day. She was going to her interview for a position at the military base. While she did enjoy her current job, it didn’t give her enough money to be fully independent from her father. It was her goal to be fully independent from her family and be able to stand on her own. She was twenty two but despite her father’s protests, she felt that was old enough to stop having to lean on him for anything.

Anita gave a sigh as she put on her make up. She kept it simple, putting on eyeliner, light eyeshadow and lip gloss. She stared at the mirror, frowning. Now she had to figure out what she would do with her hair. First, she tried to fluff it up and when she didn’t like that, she tried a braid. That didn’t work for her as the human found that it made her look childish, in her own opinion. So, she put her hair up in a casual bun, allowing for her bangs to remain. Giving a frustrated sigh, taking down the bun to turn it into a low pony tail that was tied at the side of her neck, allowing the tail to fall over her shoulder. Finally happy with her appearance, the young woman went to her bed where the black dress was laid out. Quickly, she pulled it on and slipped on her matching black heels. Ok. Now she was ready. Grabbing her purse and apartment key, Anita left after she locked the door.

She had arranged for a taxi to pick her and was pleased to see it waiting out for her. Quickly, she stepped in and paid for her fare, relaxing. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but was content to watch the city slowly fade as she was taken to the office where her interview would take place. When the taxi came to a halt, Anita gave her thanks and stepped out. She sucked in air, feeling her stomach clench as she grew nervous. It was now or never.

Entering the office, she went to the desks where a woman sat, looking rather bored. “ Hello?...I’m here for my interview, my name is Anita Valentine. “ The woman blinked and checked and nodded. “ Follow me. “ She led Anita to an office door, knocking on it and peering in. “ Hey. Liam, Interview here for ya. “ Without a second word, the woman ushered Anita in. “ Good luck, You’re going to need it. “ The young woman gave a blink, turning her attention to the man at the desk, gulping some. So much for confidence.

[Liam MacIntyre]

Ahh. This was more like it. The powers that be had decided that Liam needed someone to keep him in line; and that person would come in the form of a trainee. All of the applicants that he'd interviewed so far had been any combination of the following:

• Male
• Greasy
• Geeky
• Had a strange odor
• Twitchy
• Generally creepy.

Only two females where on the short list of approved applicants; one, he'd already interviewed. She'd at least been clean. That was all that he could say about her appearance. Long, straggly hair had been pulled back in a bun, she'd dressed in something that looked like a librarian from fifty years ago, had a run in her stockings and wore...clunky, old shoes.

At least she was smart. And female. And this next name on his list, this Anita Valentine would probably be the same. Her name said it all: Anita. That was an old woman name. He'd probably have to pick the lesser of the two evils and just...fantasize about Heidi Klum every time he looked at her.

He was sad.

That was, until this...vision of femininity walked into his office. Pretty, feminine, great legs...a smirk slid across Liam's face as he stood, offering his hand from behind the desk.

"Liam MacIntyre. And you must be Anita Valentine."

[Anita Valentine]

She gave a blink as the hand was offered, striding forward to take his hand and shake it. Anita presented a smile to him, releasing his hand. “ It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr MacIntyre. “ she spoke, her voice clear ,polite and gentle. Taking a seat in the chair, she opened her bag, to pull out her file and resume. “ I have everything in order here and will gladly answer questions you have in reading it. “ She passed the file over to the man, feeling quite proud of herself. Every page was typed up and marked with important points and above all, easy to read. The only thing that was written in the whole file was the letter of recommendation from her now previous boss at the library.

Anita sat in the chair, her hands resting her lap as she studied the man before her. He was handsome, in that rugged manner but this could possibly be her future boss so any thoughts along that line were discarded. Not that she would date. She didn’t feel ready enough, to trust another man with her heart. She pulled herself out of that. None of that. Instead, she smiled at Liam, waiting patiently for him to start asking her the questions. “ I would like to say before we start, I hope the fact that I am still in collage and on the swim team will not affect your decision in hiring me because I promise to get all the work done needed. “ Which was true. She was thankful for being as smart as she was plus her excellent memory and perception.

The young woman’s fingers curled into her dress, still having butterflies in her stomach. She really wanted this job and hoped that she was making a good impression so far.

[Liam MacIntyre]

Oh, this little lady was hired. A young, nubile college swimmer? Hired. Liam sank back into his seat after taking the resume, giving it barely a glance. "I'm sure that won't be a problem." he said, folding his hands in front of him. "Please, tell me about yourself." he said, grinning at her.

While she talked, he could zone out, imagine what she looked like naked, dripping wet. Yeah, she'd do. This sweet little piece of ass would certainly make up for the lack of hot women in the compound. And this one would be all his. Leaning back in his chair, he picked up her resume, flipping it open.

A quick scan told him that she was qualified, at least. Less qualified then the other applicants, but he could teach her what she lacked. The systems that he'd designed weren't that complicated to learn; and what he really needed was someone to help him with his emails, phone calls and other...assitantly stuff. Until he could get her trained, at least. Setting the file back down on the desk, he returned his attention to the pretty young woman in front of him.