“Hun, you look amazing, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fill that dress like you do, so it’s yours, you look beautiful. You’ll give him a hard one straight away”, she laughed
“Oh Lucy” Rebecca looked at her disapprovingly “you going to wait up for me?”
As she popped her head back in through the door,
“I’m going to bed at 12 so be quiet when you come in, that’s if you come home” she teased again each blowing each other kisses and she was gone.
Rebecca stepped out of the lift; she could see Jackson standing outside by the main entrance doors.
He saw her immediately, a smile erupting on his handsome face as he stood to attention.
He had been leaning against the outside wall; she opened the door and walked towards him, feeling suddenly a little shy. This was her first date in years; he leaned in and kissed her on the check, taking her hands he stood out from her taking her in.
“Simply beautiful, you look stunning.”
Rebecca thanked him and they walked to his parked car. He escorted her to her door opening it for her, she sat gracefully in. She was pulling her seat belt across when he got in himself doing the same.
“So where are we going” she asked as he started the car and drove off.
“Well I have a table booked at ‘Babylon Restaurant’ if that’s okay with you” he spoke without taking his eyes of the road.
She loved it there, Lucy and her had been there a couple of times now, they would have dinner and then go to the ‘Kensington roof Gardens’ and to the private club after, which was up stairs until closing.
He asked her if she wanted some music on which she said okay to, and with a flick of a switch, music filled the car.
She couldn’t believe it talk about ironic it was Fleetwood Mac’s ‘you can go your own way’. Was the universe telling her something? ‘Okay I get the message she said in her head, of all the songs or groups in the world it had to be them! And THAT song ‘Come On….’ Yep got it, loud and clear she thought. Jackson had been watching her,
“Sorry I can change this”, and flicked the switch on his steering wheel, changing the song to The Heavy’s -‘How do you like me now?
She sat there listening to him talk. He parked the car and they made their way to the entrance of the building, as they waited for the lift she could feel him close to her. She wanted the lift to hurry so she could move.
The lifts arrived and they stepped in, it was always her first, charming and excellent manners.
While in the lift she was sure they could both feel the sexual tension between the two of them.
Rebecca was glad when the lift arrived at the restaurant floor.
If Jackson had touched her in any way she would have turned around and kissed him right there and then.
High up on the 7th floor with the most amazing views over the London skyline Rebecca & Jackson walked into ‘Babylon Restaurant’, to be met by the gorgeous maitre d. They were shown outside onto a private terrace with a view over the resident flamingos.
It had a dedicated waiter service, and an independent sound system. Jackson being the gentleman that he was, seated Rebecca, and then sat down himself; a waiter approached asking “the usual sir?” Jackson nodded his head, before the young waiter asked Rebecca what she would like.
She really didn’t feel like drinking tonight, plus she didn’t want to put herself into a situation with Jackson she would regret. She was none too impressed he was drinking, she didn’t tolerate drinking especially drink driving.
“May I have a soda and lime please” she asked smiling at the waiter who disappeared.
“You look amazing “he said his eyes locked in hers from across the table.
The waiter returned with their drinks,
“Soda and lime for the miss and a coke a cola for you Mr. Harvey”. Rebecca smiled.
“I thought you were drinking and I was very unimpressed” she proclaimed,
“Sorry I’m not a big drink fan” she joked, as she took a sip of her drink, he smiled at her “I don’t believe in drink driving, and I’m not a big drinker, He winked at her.
As they chatted the waiter approached them to take their order. They hadn’t noticed the menus he had placed in front of them earlier, as they had been so engrossed in conversation.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to give us a little more time if you don’t mind”
The waiter replied “Of course sir” and departed the terrace leaving them alone
“I suppose we better look so we can order” he said with a grin “I can recommend anything from here. Your taste buds will be thrilled with the menu”.
“I know,” she laughed. “I’ve been here a few times and upstairs to the club.”
“Oh are you a member?” He asked.
Rebecca winked back at him playfully.
“No, I’m on the guest list,” she joked, winking back at him.
He was the perfect gentleman, never once mentioning the job offers or her refusal to work at his firm. It was almost 11 p.m. The night had flown by. He was very easy company. She could see the attraction with him. There was something about him that made you go week at the knees.
They left the restaurant noticing the waiting staff clearing up for the night. They were now waiting for the lift to reappear at the 7th floor; she had a lovely evening with him. He had certainly kept his hands to himself so far. He had been perfectly charming.
The lift doors opened and he pressed the button to the ground floor. He turned to her with a glint in his eye; she couldn’t help but meet his gaze. Jackson leaned in pressing his lips to hers. Rebecca found herself quickly responding to him, his tongue slipping into her mouth meeting hers.
The lift stopped; they had reached the ground floor. Rebecca caught her reflection in the highly polished mirrored walls of the elevator and straightened herself up. As they stepped out, he took her hand leading her out of the lift as they walked out the entrance with him saying goodnight to the two door men who were standing on the pavement outside.
Jackson held her hand as they walked to his car. When he opened the door for Rebecca, he leaned in again to kiss her. This time she was expecting his advances, she had been caught a little off guard by him in the lift. She was perfectly positioned by him for this very purpose as she was leaning with her back against the door. It promptly shut with the frenzy of passionate kisses shared between them.
As he gently leaned against her, she could feel him getting harder by the second through his trousers. He was pressing against her, one of his arms around her waist the other leaning against the car. His mouth had wandered now to her ear and neck, as he nuzzled her, she could feel the breath go from her. Rebecca’s heart raced, she could feel the ache grow between her legs with each long slow passionate kiss sending a rush through her body.
He too was experiencing the same as he pressed into her.
“Do you want to come back to my place?” He asked through the array of kisses.
Jackson’s question jolted her quickly back into reality.
“I can’t I have meetings tomorrow. Plus I’m not that sort of girl. I’m sorry but I’m not a notch on someone’s bed post.”
She had disengaged from his lips; his arm was still around her waist, as he pulled her into him.
“I never thought you were for one second.” He said, holding her face to his, looking fake innocent. Rebecca playfully pushed him.
“Get off… if you’d think I’d believe that for one second,” she joked.
Jackson placed his lips on her, kissing her again. She could feel him again, his hardness against her. She again felt the familiar ache he had caused between her legs, and the image of Jason’s face came flooding into her head.
“I can’t do this” she said as she pushed him away. “I just can’t Jackson, I’m sorry.” She had now turned her back on him, her hand on the door of the car pulling it open. Jackson let her.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I thoug
ht it was what you wanted.”
He walked to the driver’s side of the vehicle and he got in, turning on the engine, he pulled off. He glanced at her, she looked perplexed.
“You were engaged if my memory serves me? What happened?” he asked her. Nonchalantly she replied, “We just ran our course that’s all.” She answered as she looked out of the window at the various shop fronts whizzing past. She didn’t want him to see it in her eyes. Every time he looked at her, she felt like he could see into her soul.
“I take it the breakup was recent.”
She nodded her head, “Very recent” she responded, Jackson smiled.
“That’s understandable,” he said. “We’ll just take things slow then.”
She looked at him. “Oh really? What makes you think there’s going to be another time?” She purred back at him. “I mean it’s not like you’re a good kisser,” she laughed mocking him.
Jackson pulled the car over, popping on the hazard lights, and leaned forward, kissing her again long and hard until she hungrily kissed him back and she was yearning for more.
“Yep, I’m gonna have to work on my kissing,” he winked at her sitting back into his seat and restarted the vehicle pulling off in the direction for Lucy’s.
He had reached Lucy’s and was parked up outside, “So when am I going to see you again?”
He asked, moving into her. When she looked at him, her heart pounded for all the right reasons, her stomach fluttered and her groin thumped. He was incredibly handsome, his skin soft, he even smelled good.
“Err…I don’t know. I’m in the throes of moving.”
“And a new job.” He added holding her gaze.
“Yes and a new job.” She had forgotten about that. “I need to go,” she said as she opened the car door and stepping out of the vehicle.
She was closely followed this time by Jackson as he walked her to the door of the red bricked apartment building.
“Don’t go in yet.” He caught her wrist pulling her into his embrace.
“I had a nice night with you, Rebecca; I want to do this again and soon.”
His tongue found hers again. As he pushed her up against the big glass doors to the building, their lips became frenzied, their hands wandering, finding each other. She melted every time his lips were on hers. The excitement in her built and the thumping began again.
She broke away from his mouth; he was literally taking her breath with every kiss. Rebecca was enjoying them far too much. There was no doubt about it. There was chemistry between them; a whole chemistry lab full, in fact. She had to think quickly.
“I have to ask. Why didn’t you talk shop tonight?”
She enquired, meeting his alluring gaze; he bent his head to her neck and whispered in her ear.
“I was making an effort not to mix business with…” As he said “pleasure” he nibbled on her lobe, sending shivers down her body. The ache grew to a thumping, as she squeezed her thighs together, as if it would stop the yearning she had coursing through her.
Rebecca then realized her surroundings, pulling gently away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “You drive me crazy, you must know that.”
Jackson’s arms were on either side of her. His hands on the pane of glass, he leaned into her again.
“What about taking it slowly?” She teased.
All of a sudden he removed his arms and put his hands in his pockets.
“You’re right. You’re perfectly right. So dinner tomorrow then, I’ll call you in the morning to make arrangements.” He leaned in once more, meeting her lips, lingering for a good while.
Jackson walked back to his car, leaving a slightly quivering Rebecca still leaning against the glass doors of the exterior of the building.
She watched him drive off. She turned and opened the door trying to blow an imaginary fringe off her face, heading across the foyer; she pushed the lift button repeatedly, bursting with excitement. She couldn’t wait to tell Lucy about her night with the ever so charming Jackson ‘Hunky’ Harvey and how he had literally made her go weak at the knees. She stood there, her fingers presses against her lips. Yes, his lips had been on hers, and she really wanted them there again. She smiled to herself as the lift doors opened.
‘Tomorrow they will be’ she thought as she stepped in and pressed the button to Lucy’s floor.
Chapter 18
‘Words’
Lucy was waiting up for Rebecca. She sat up eagerly in the oversized couch; swamped in the cushions until she had heard the key in the door. Rebecca stepped in shutting the door behind her.
“What time do you call this?”
Poor Rebecca jumped. She had been sneaking in on her tip-toes as not to disturb Lucy. It had gone past midnight. Jackson and she had been snogging the faces of each other since they left the restaurant at 11pm.
It had only taken 15 minutes to get here.
She folded the Cashmiena placing it on the arm of the humongous couch, not saying anything; just very cool calm and relaxed. Lucy’s eyes boring through her.
“Well, come on spill.”
Rebecca slopped down on the couch.
“Oh my God Lucy, he’s so fucking hot! I swear he had my knees trembling. Genie Mac that man can kiss!”
Lucy was on the edge of her seat.
“So… go on. What did you do?” she asked in a hyper mode.
“Well we went to the ‘Babylon Restaurant’ had dinner, he drove me home, and we ate the faces off each other like teenagers. It was embarrassing,” she laughed. “But seriously, the man can kiss and I mean kiss.”
Lucy was howling with laughter, clapping her hangs gleefully.
“I can’t believe you didn’t sleep with him! I mean he’s ‘Hunky Harvey’ the man with a plan,” Lucy teased.
Rebecca looked at the long kitchen island. She had been caught by a blaze of white; there were vases upon vases of White Singapore orchids.
“Oh My God! Are these…” she paused, “from him? From George?” she asked.
Noticing Lucy’s red eyes, as she walked towards her friend, yes she had been crying. Then she saw the array of cards scattered around Lucy. Each handwritten, the same seven words on all ‘I love you, please forgive me. G.’
“Oh Luce, I’m so sorry. When did these come?” She gasped. “Who bloody delivers flowers late at night?” She asked.
“The first ones came as soon as you left. I thought it was you. I thought you had forgotten something and they’ve been coming ever since.”
Rebecca felt awful, Lucy had been there for her when she needed someone most. She hugged her tightly “Love you Luce.” They sat there for a while chatting and laughing, the night had called in its dues and they each went to their beds.
Lucy arrived at work; her poor P.A. met her at the lifts. She almost had to run, to keep up with Lucy’s quick pace, as they headed towards her office.
“Lucy, I’m really sorry. When I got here this morning most of them were here already,” she apologized. “And they didn’t stop coming.” She stood there her hands clasped together as if in prayer.
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