The Little One – Chapters I & II (Fixed)

**(This is a fixed version of the original, reposted due to text formatting issues only, nothing was added to the story)**

Hi guys, long time no see.
These are the first two chapters of this story. I’m posting two because the first one barely have anything sexual. If I’m posting another instalments it will be one chapter at a time.
Hope you like it.
(Special thanks to my good friend Rutger5 for all the help with the english stuff!! ; *)
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The Little One


Chapter I – “The Deal”


My name is Alinne. I’m a girl who lives in a small town up in the mountains in the countryside. Being our town is primarily populated by people of german and austrian descent everybody here is really tall, except me. My folks were albanian and italian descent, normal people, not even that tall. Happened that I was born to be barely 1.55 meters tall at sixteen years old and I’m pretty sure I’m not getting any taller… In a place like this town it draws attention, earning me the nickname of Little Alinne or simply “The Little One”.

Ok, I don’t come to eye just because of it. I have my own particularities, like having silky black hair in a place full of blondes or the way people say I’m pretty. Nothing I consider special, I’m not shallow enough to think that’s something else, but enough to make people notice me. I hate to use that, but I know a lot of help I had was due to that. My mother became an invalid from multiple sclerosis when I was just fourteen years old and my father died even before I even was born. People around us were touched and helped us since then but I never liked depending on others, so I started working at fifteen. At sixteen I had two jobs, both of them lacking any kind of contract or documentation, as I was underage. Anything to avoid sending my mother to any medical facility and having some child welfare official trying to send me to other families.

It caused me to be known by almost everybody in our little town, even the rich landlords or the mighty businessmen of a worldwide oil company that has a huge office here, the main employer of our town. I don’t know exactly what mix made it happen, knowing that I’m a really quiet and introspective person. Maybe the way I make an ultimate effort to make clear I’m really thankful for any help someone gives us from good will or the way I struggle to show the people I like, that even being how I am, I like them. Well, I don’t know. What I know is that it happened and I was glad I could work hard to keep me and my mother alive. Poorly, but I did.

When I got the opportunity to work as a servant in the oil company office I thought my problems were close to an end. I was wrong. Less then a month later my mother had a relapse, which made me spend the double I usually had to, so it all was about to collapse. That’s when my life changed for good.

Working in that office, serving as an assistant in the kitchen, was where I learned I wasn’t good looking only to the impressionable people of the countryside but to some of the big town people too. It was evident the difference between the way they treated the other women of the kitchen and me. It annoyed me, but I would never deny how good it felt when people treated me nicely even knowing that I was poor and that I wasn’t able to study since my I was thirteen years old. It was soothing to my hurt self-respect. But it wasn’t just that, most of them got surprised when talking to me and finding out that I could talk properly and that I showed an interest in many things other than farms, cows, country music or the local culture as a whole. My mother studied in a university when she was young, she was very clever and she did her best to make me clever too. She always said the worst thing that happened for her was that she found her perfect love, my dad, and abandoned everything else. Mama insisted that she never regretted that decision because she loved him and she loved being my mother too, but that she should have thought straight and kept studying and working, so today I would have a life instead of wasting mine to keep her alive.

I couldn’t have a lot of friends there, I was just a servant after all, and always too shy or to introspective to keep a conversation flowing, but it wasn’t hard to notice people liked me around them. Especially the men. When they acknowledged the way people in town used to call me, soon Alinne didn’t exist anymore, just the “little one”.

“Hey, little one, can you bring me some sugar please?”
One of the physicists called me like that once while lunching and as I did what he asked, everybody did the same. They liked the way the quiet and short cute girl answered to that nickname. As a matter of fact they seemed to like me more as they figured it didn’t bother me at all. They expected me to get angry, as I never made any jokes, never laughed or talked to anyone without motive. I think they were glad to know I was a nice and easy person after all, which was quite true. In no time everybody knew me at the company too. Which brought me to Mr. Kevin.

Mr. Kevin was a top director brought from abroad, some kind of genius that arrived in our incredibly forgotten town to explore some crazy dream about extracting an absurd quantity of gas and oil from our soil. He was always very well-treated everywhere he went, very respected, but everybody used to talk about him with some fear in their voices. They had a really bad image of him, like some rumor had been shared since he came from his country and made everybody think that, inside, he had something weird, something dark. But as I was really misunderstood my whole life, I wasn’t able to judge him.

For me he was, for a long time, only the man who was always reading a book on the porch of his office on the third floor of the building while I was lunching alone on a bench at the parking lot of the basement. Time or other I saw him looking down, checking on me, so disinterested as I usually am while looking up. The only thing that always intrigued me was his passion for books, after all three months working there and lunching there, after everybody had eaten, and he was always reading, with his feet crossed on the glass porch. But something had changed, as he called me to his office.

It was right before afternoon, when my shift was already over and I was getting prepared to assume my second job, as a waitress at the local cafe. I entered the room quietly, feeling that incredibly cold air conditioning, and positioning myself right before his desk.

“Can you close the door please?” he asked me.

His voice was soft but somewhat hoarse.
I turned around and closed it. “What a weird request” I thought. Why might he want to talk privately to a servant? Then I went back to his desk and waited while looking directly at him for the first time. He was a mid sized man with large shoulders, wearing social clothes, stylish glasses and messy light brown hair, his always tense and serious face demonstrating something near to curiosity for the first time.

“I must admit, you’re way different when seen up close” he said as he had come to a conclusion “That’s a compliment.”
“Thanks sir.” I answered looking at him while he was literally sizing me up. That was disturbing me, the man sitting on his big chair with that critical look, evaluating me like I was some kind of product.
“I’ve noticed you watching me in your lunch time more than once. Is there some special cause for that?” he laid his elbows on the desk and enlaced his fingers in front of his face, like he was intrigued.
“Nothing particular. It’s just hard not to notice someone reading every day at the same hour.”
“So did you always looked at me because I was reading? Are you fond of books?” he asked with a cynical tone in his voice.
“Yes sir.” I answered.
“Do you read?”
“Every time I can.”
“That’s a curious thing. Everybody here looks so simple and you…” he stood and walked around the desk, then sat over it, right in front of me. “You have that elegant attitude. The way you talk, the way you don’t talk. Its captivated everybody here. Mainly because they know where you are from, know the hard life you have, it’s interesting.”

He stopped talking and just stood there looking at me. I felt my cheeks starting to blush but did my best to contain my shyness. People like him are used to taking advantage of shy people and I was sure this little meeting had its purpose. The way he was looking at me just made it even clearer to me.

“How come none of those landlords or their sons have never taken you for themselves? Those bright blue eyes, that porcelain skin, that wavy dark hair. You are really pretty. Actually I’m sure with the right care and out of that uniform you would be the prettiest little thing I have ever seen” he said still very serious, as he was scolding me for not taking advantage of my looks. “I’m fully aware of your situation and I can’t understand why don’t you act.”
“That is very personal, sir.” I said, looking firmly at him, yet blushing terribly.

A terrible moment of silence followed. I could see that he was thinking while looking at me. Then he sighed and relaxed a little, like he had decided something.

“I wasn’t wrong. You definitely would be who I’m looking for” he said, and I cringed. “Don’t be like that, I’m exactly like you. I struggle to get in contact with people, just like you” he said standing up and getting closer, what made me step back. “Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you nor do I want to do something to you here. But I think we could help each other. I want you to have lunch with me for the rest of the week. Today is Monday, I want to meet with you during these next four days. I’ll change your shift and tell your supervisors that you’ll be serving me at my lunch. We will talk during these days then I’ll make you a proposal which can greatly benefit you and if you refuse, which has the better chance of happening, nothing will happen to you and you’ll keep the respect you earned with me today, I give you my word.”
“Respect?” I asked somewhat stunned by all that he had said.
“Yes. You certainly know I’m not only a chief scientist here, but also the son of a major shareholder of this company. That usually make some chicks act crazy about me. You are beautiful, have a gorgeous face and this proportional and perfect little body, which could give you a really great chance of seducing someone, but still, even being very poor and having to quit your studies to work and sustain your ill mother, you don’t succumb. When talking to an acquaintance I told him I thought you were trying to get to know me, to have your shot at me. He insisted I was wrong. And I was wrong” he took a step forward again but that time I didn’t move, so he put his hand over my shoulder and said “Just lunch with me the rest of the week. Speaking frankly I’m not the best that could happen to you, but I’m surely the most profitable. I’ll make you the girl you wanted to be, you just need to pass through me.”

Tuesday at noon I was in his office. He made me serve dinner for two then invited me to join him. Our meeting lasted two hours. For a start he just asked me casual things, asked about how I was liking the food and obviously I said it was good. It really was, but even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t say so as the cooks were all my friends. He noticed and grinned, so I figured it was a trick question. More smart pranks followed, making me pay complete attention. Soon we were talking about many things, almost a monologue from his part with the exception of my few questions, but it was being surprisingly good. He was talking about his experiences all around the world. He has been everywhere and knew about things I couldn’t even imagine.

Every single day I was anticipating lunch time to come to listen to more of his stories. The way he told them, the way he shared his thoughts with me… He was being honest and showing me that he was a very critical person, lacking some good sense while dealing with people too – I couldn’t judge him about that – but his intelligence amazed me. In four days he never showed any interest in me, romantic or sexually speaking, just curiosity about what I thought of some things he said.