How to Catch Butterflies (37 page)

Jackson lay there mesmerized by the beauty that lay beside him. At this stage he was normally fishing for his clothes and making a quick exit. He shocked himself; he didn’t want to, he lay on his side stroking her curves brushing them with the tips of his fingers.

He was taking her all in when he noticed the tattoo in the center of her right buttock, he leaned up on his elbow as to take a better look at it,

“Is that a cartoon devil and pitchfork?” he asked “with a little butterfly flying above the pitchfork?” he laughed,

Jackson leaned down encircling her tattoo with his tongue, he leaned over her on all fours, he moved his tongue slowly up along the small of her back

“You’re a naughty girl” he laughed leaning in having reached her neck.

His head bent down to kiss her again as she leaned in, he could kiss her forever, as his arms above Rebecca, held his weight hovering over her. She turned in to him
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his lips met hers as he lowered himself over to his side, his arm embracing her pulling her to him.

Rebecca’s hand against his torso as she rolled into him, he held her close,

“So, you’re off on Monday for two weeks”, she smiled nodding as cuddled into him,

“So are you going to call me every night?”

Jackson asked, he couldn’t believe he was saying it; he wasn’t the guy to be saying this kind of shit. It was normally the women that were doing this to him, certainly not ever him. That’s why he moved pronto after the job was done, so could avoid these situations.

He lay there, this was unknown territory to him, he had got to know this beautiful woman over the course of the 2 months.

He laughed off the her rearranging of the times of their dates, or even when she had cancelled on a couple of occasions, her excuses of working late, at first he thought she was teasing him, but he knew ‘Natural logistics’, after all they were his main competitors.

He was glad she hadn’t taken the job with company as knowing her as he did now, he would never be in her bed now. He leaned in to her,

“You know, at first I was pissed you didn’t take the job with us. Then I think, if you had taken the job with us, I wouldn’t be in your bed now.” She playfully elbowed him,

“Hey,” she said as she did so.

“Or you could think of it this way" he said, she looked up, amused at what he would say now,

“Well, we would have had a huge sexual harassment case, which of course would have cost the company a fortune, and my reputation of course, that would have been totally slanderous” she laughed

“You’re unbelievable you are" she exclaimed laughing “it’s not slander if it’s true, and anyway, everyone knows you’re a total slut Jackson”.

He laughed, mimicking a shocked look before pulling her to him from her place on the bed and pulling her over on top of him.

*

His chin was resting on her head, as she lay her head down on his smooth perfect chest. She closed her eyes, kissing and flicking at his chest, as she slowly worked her way down, knowing that they would be doing another repeat performance, and several encores before the morning would arrive if she had her way.

Seeing Jason had been an awful shock, she hadn’t expected to see him there of all the places.

And that gorgeous red head. Fuck Jason Hallow. She was moving on, if Jason fucking Hallow could see someone, and that someone was as beautiful, as that red head, then so could she.
She looked up at Jackson, him meeting her gaze as her tongue trailed lower passing his navel. Fuck that, she felt no regrets just plain and simple lust.

* * *

Jason has driven off, in his car towards the direction of the address that Morgan Lee gave him.

He pulled up at the address. It was a very nice, affluent area. He looked around to see if he could see the car that they had driven off in, was parked anywhere.

He scanned the parked cars, but he couldn’t see the nice Aston Martin, he slammed his hands down hard on his steering wheel shouting

“Fuck” he grabbed the phone and jumped out of the car grabbing his tux jacket and putting it on as he walked making his way up the perfectly manicured pathway to the main doors of the exclusive apartment building.

Jason Hallow checked the panel of buttons on the board listed with names, he looked for Jackson Harvey’s name, finally he found it and pressed the button, leaving his finger on the ‘push button’ as he made a muffled buzzing noise, he became impatient

“Come on Harvey you fucker” as he held his finger there firm, it was turning white with the pressure and force he used to make the constant buzz.

“I know your there you Fucker” he was shouting into the intercom slamming his other fist against the block of buttons.

Jason was too engrossed in shouting at the intercom and hadn’t noticed the man in a uniform who had come from behind his desk in the marbled reception to the glazed door; he opened the door ajar, popping his head out

“I’m sorry Sir..... Are you looking for Mr. Harvey” having heard the man shouting the name of one of the residents,

Jason had been startled by the man’s sudden appearance. The uniformed man spoke again,

“I’m sorry but I’m afraid Mr. Harvey isn’t in Sir ....May I take a message for him Sir.”

The uniformed man awaited Jason’s response. Jason had now released the button, defeated he hung his head, popping his hands promptly in his pockets.

”No thank you, I’m sorry to have troubled you”.

He tried to politely smile at the man, embarrassed by his actions. He turned and walked down the path, the short distance back to his parked car.

Chapter 24

‘Wicked Game’

Having left the office after a series of meetings Rebecca was finally sitting in the car with Mr. Nichols. They were way to Heathrow airport in the companies chauffeur driven car. Their flight was departing at 10:30 that morning.

Mr. Nichols wasn’t one for small talk, so she got herself comfortable for the journey ahead. She was quite surprised when he started talking to her,

“So tell me Rebecca, how is everything?”

Rebecca turned to him when she spoke as Mr. Nichol’s was ‘Old School’. He was like herself when it came to manors and that was also on a personnel level too.

“Yes Mr. Nichol’s I like everything” he sat there his hands on his briefcase.

“Good, good” she hated people saying that, talk about asking a question and not bothering with the answer. She really hated it when people done that, it was always a big ‘No No’ from ANY of her staff, ‘
Don’t ask a question if you don’t or can’t be bothered to listen and react to the answer it’s how you deal with people, treat people how you would like to be treated; yes
it was old fashioned, but she was an old fashioned girl and it stood her well, both personnel and in business.

She had a good name and wanted to keep it at that.

“It’s just Rebecca, that you’ve had a lot on your plate, what with the quick job changeover, the move to your new apartment, it’s been busy to say the least for you”

He looked over his designer bifocals at her.

“And sorry to be nosey, but” he cleared his throat “have you had any problems with your cover story is it working for you?” He asked, this question sounded far more genuine than his first.

“Yes thank you Mr. Nichol’s, it has not been an issue so far, the answering service do a wonderful job, they are very efficient “.

Rebecca was now wondering if he now knew, all the calls that Jackson made to her. Oh god was she being reprimanded by him. She could feel her face slightly blush, sitting there trying to calm herself down.

“Yes thank you, all my messages have got to me with no problems, I’m a very busy lady, and I’m always in some meeting or other” she smiled.

Mr. Nichols sat there, she was quite an endearing young lady, and you instantly liked Rebecca, both visually and mentally

.”Good I’m glad; some people can find it difficult separating their lives if you know what I mean”.

He was looking intently at Rebecca; she was waiting for it, her telling off. Surely he wouldn’t prolong it any further. Maybe his specialty was torture.

She was taking the piss a little; she was pretty wrapped up in Jackson at the moment. He would call her at least three times a day; she would always have to call him back. Yes maybe there had been far too many calls. Mr. Nichols spoke again

“Good, I’m glad, we’re very pleased with your progress, and you know this is a big assignment.”

This trip to Australia was a big one for the company. It was a very large company, in the Clean

Energy Sector. It was for their research and development team, on the senior and executive levels.

This particular company has problems with a high turnover of staff. They were there to find out why.

“We’re going to be interviewing all the staff, basically like a review, and we have you”, he smiled at her “Don’t be worried, I’m here with you, it’s a few days going over paperwork, on profiles and things like that. We are going in as you know from our briefing this morning in the capacity of Human Resource Contractors. Our responsibilities are for th
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selection
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reviewing and
assessment
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. Don’t worry, it’s a lot easier than it sounds that’s the normal thing to say, But we are the movers and shakers of these meetings. We are there because they need our help; you’re probably finding the same as it’s very similar to your company profile that you were personally given as Rebecca Armstrong”.

“Yes very, is that because we don’t then stray off the path of our given profiles?” He smiled again at Rebecca,

“Yes exactly”,

Mr. Nichol’s sat there, He had handpicked her. Rebecca was being fast tracked to the top. In 3 years this girl would be a partner in this business. They had said they needed new, young blood, in the company, if this company and all its interests were to go on, it was the way forward. Businesses changed, if they kept ahead of the game, the company would reign supreme as it always did in its various fields, and they had their fingers in many, many pies. It was their guarantee to continue the high stakes money that everyone got a share of in bonuses.