Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story
I, Thomas Rydbeck, am a hated stranger in this small Scandinavian town where I have my job. Everybody in town knows what I did and for the time being a lot of people out there really hate me. The simple reason for their hate is that I seduced a very beautiful woman who was married to a popular local sports star. Her husband had serious problems after their divorce so his friends and supporters are accusing me for spoiling his career.
Though many of her ex-husband's acquaintances ought to know the truth about him, they still are blaming me for his problems but so far it is only five of them who have taken physical actions against his ex and me. They caused an expensive window to crash and resulted in some bruises on my face. It doesn't matter what I say or do or how well I explain what really happened, I will always be regarded as the horny asshole who could not resist temptation to trick the beautiful married woman cheating on her loving innocent husband and breaking their happy marriage.
Of course, my version of these matters is quite different and the seduced woman had no objections about the content of this story when she read it.
I was born and raised in a nice village only 12 kilometers from the town where I still work at the same job as before the love affair. Between the small town and my village is a narrow stream, which today is the border between two counties. But some hundred years ago that stream was the border between two hostile countries fighting many cruel wars. Today my side is regarded as the "good guys" who won the last of the wars and took over the land beyond the stream. That's why people from other parts of our country still can be disliked there as damn strangers for some simple reasons, usually for taking over a beautiful local girl or a good job from the local people.
After my army service and technical education at one of the best schools in the country I got a job at a multinational company and spent almost ten years for them abroad in countries like Brazil, Philippines and Angola. While in Brazil I had good times as a jolly single and with two rather short relationships. But before going to the Philippines and Angola I had met Evelina, a lovely girl and married her. When my job in Angola came to the end, so did my marriage with Evelina. Back home again I rather soon happened to meet a pretty girl by the name of Lena, fell in love again, and succeeded in getting a Managing Director job only 136 kilometers from her old hometown in the north where her parents and sister were still living. The Northerners regarded such distance as a "stone's throw".
My marriage problems began when Lena couldn't find a suitable job. After a while she wanted and I bought her a flower shop, which was a big mistake because from that moment I hardly saw her. She got involved in an environmental movement and spent long evenings in the damn shop, which after the closing time became some kind of a club for her strange friends, usually six days a week. She even went to see her parents every Sunday.
After two years in the North I had turned my company's red figures to a fair profit, which got me a reputation as a miracle man. I began to get job offers from other parts of the country. Lena and I had a serious quarrel when I suggested we become a real family with children and move southward because I was really fed up with the long cold northern winters. Lena refused and a few days later we agreed that living together with such different expectations was not a fair deal so we split up without any hard feelings. I quit my job within a few months after our split up and went southward again.
I didn't hesitate at all when I was offered my present job as a managing director of a local industry only 12 kilometers from my old native village. When my parents retired and bought a house in Torremolinos on the sunny Mediterranean coast of Spain, they sold their house to my sister and her husband. Almost at the same time that I got my new job, my sister's husband got such a great job offer that he couldn't resist it. It was almost 300 kilometers away, so they sold the house to me. Now I was back to the basics.
At the job I rather soon found out that minor changes resulted in good figures in the books and therefore there was no need to immediately go into a big reorganization, which would turn too many people against me. I had kept the old secretary, Mrs. Janson, who knew everything worth knowing about everybody in the office and was of great help for me. I let her do her job as she used to do and though she was much older than I, we rather soon became very good friends and a successful managing team for the company.
When I took the job, Mrs. Janson had told me that she would retire about a year later when her husband retired. They had plans for moving to southern Spain, which is for EU citizens what Florida is for retired people in the US.
Three months before her retirement Mrs. Janson asked me if I had any plans for a new secretary and as I didn't, she came up with a suggestion. She knew a bright young wife, a relative of hers, who didn't like her present job and in Mrs. Janson's opinion would fit in perfectly for the job after her. No harm to take a look at her, I thought, and we booked an appointment.
On the day of our appointment, Mrs. Charlotte Haraldsson was in my office on the dot. I was surprised at what a gorgeous woman she really was, very beautiful, dressed very nice but not sexy and with a very easygoing manners. So far a very positive surprise, indeed.
Mrs. Janson brought us coffee and cakes, looked at us with a smile in her face and said, "Good luck to both of you."
I asked Charlotte to sit down and have her coffee while I took a close look at the certificates she brought with her.
The silence remained for almost five minutes until I asked her to tell me what she thought I ought to know about her, why she quit her previous jobs and why she wanted to work for me at this company. She did it well and without spicing her story with any unnecessary mumbo jumbo. My next question was about what salary she expected.
She knew her value and I couldn't see anything wrong in that. After a few more questions and some small talk I promised to call her the next day about the job.
Charlotte had impressed me in several ways. No doubt that she was the perfect secretary for me but she even had other qualifications. Though I had never pretended to be a saint of any kind, far from it, I had never used any of my positions at my work to seduce female workers. But there's always the first time and as soon as Charlotte had left my office I knew that getting her panties off would my secret dream.
After a short talk with one of her previous chiefs, I called Charlotte and offered her the job for six months on trial for a slightly less salary than she had expected and promised her a new negotiation after the trial time. She accepted and that was the beginning of a new era in my office.
Mrs. Janson soon learned that my hiring of Charlotte had caused some crap behind my back because it wasn't my job to hire people and the union accused me of giving benefits to Charlotte because her husband was a sport star instead of promoting the best qualified of the other secretaries. I never asked what she did but it didn't take long for Mrs. Janson to clean out all complaints about Charlotte.
Charlotte and I worked surprisingly well together from the very beginning. Though I couldn't deny that I was falling in love with her, I avoided all attempts to show any personal interest in her. There was no need to hurry such matters and better to act hundred percent correct until the right moment for a seduction appeared, if it ever did.
However, sometimes she showed me moments of extra attention and gave me such a tender smile that I really didn't know what to do. Somehow I had to find out if she was only teasing me for fun or if she had serious feelings for me.
One thing that worried me was that Charlotte began to be in a sad mood when she came to the office, nowadays more often than when she began her work.
The problem got worse when we had booked a two-day business-trip to the national capital to negotiate with a government office and see important customers. Everything was fine until the morning before the day of departure for the trip. All meetings were booked and our tactics for the negotiations were carefully planned. Charlotte was crying when she came to the office in the morning and told me that her husband wouldn't allow her to go on that trip.
What could I do? I tried to find out the reason why he didn't trust her but she hadn't any answer to that and swore that she had never been unfaithful and hadn't any plans for being unfaithful on the trip either.
I called Mariette Hallersten, who was working as secretary at our accounting department. Though even she was married, she agreed to go with me on that trip. I knew that she was a clever woman but the problem with her was that, according to what Mrs. Janson had told me earlier, Mariette had been promised to get the better paid Managing Director's secretary job I gave to Charlotte and therefore probably didn't like me very much.
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