CHAPTER TWO~~She met Jack
Charlotte was lost. How can she come all the way from New York to meet Mr. Jack Davidson and he's nowhere to be found! Can he be less frustrating? How many times did his secretaries phone him as she waited patiently but the boss is really the boss indeed. He suddenly went AWOL. Tsk! I hate bossy bosses. Never keeps your job simple. They're always out there to frustrate you with extra work and that's exactly what Mr. Jack Davidson is doing right now.
"Please, give me his address. I need to get this done pretty quick. It's getting pretty late." She suggested while they gave her Mr. Jack's address and that's how she found herself wondering around in this large penthouse. A house made of glass, beautiful flowers adorned the surroundings of the buildings. She was carried away and lost at same time.
For a moment, she forgot that she was angry with Mr. Jack as she kept admiring the exterior of the building. People really live a luxurious life in Hollywood. This man must be so rich! Dead rich to live in such a place like this. She saw the gigantic water fountain in his garden and she marvelled at it. But her fantasy was short lived when she heard slight steps behind her.
She turned and saw a housekeeper bowing lowly at her. "Ma'am, my boss said you can come in." she said while Charlotte nodded her head. She followed the housekeeper into the interior part of the house and she almost lost her mind. Rich artworks and designs filled the walls. A large portrait of Mr. Jack adorned one side of the living room. The couches were so richly made that she wondered how much they must've cost to buy them. Charlotte was in a daze as she stared at the large handsome portrait of Mr. Jack. His steady gaze, so serious and to th point, then his suit, his shoes. She heaved.
Brother Mark was right. This man can be handsome and dangerous at the same time. And she's meant to be careful around him.
"You like that portrait?" She heard a very husky voice behind her and she nearly jolted out of her own skin. She turned and saw the supposed Mr. Jackson standing at the stairs with only a red robe on, hooking her eyes on him for the next few seconds. She was flustered a bit, at least looking at his hairy bare puffy chest from the exposed sides of the robe was enough to make her flustered. Or maybe the lines of his waist, so tiny, as she could see from the way he tied the rope of the robe. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. She reminded herself of the anger and frustration she felt earlier when she arrived at his company earlier. So she frowned:
"So is it gonna be so bad if you take your calls? Is it gonna be so hard on you?" she asked while he advanced towards her or maybe towards the couch, either way, she felt her pulse rising as she discovered how tall Mr. Jack is, as he kept coming closer.
He stood infront of her at first, peering into her eyes and making her swallow hard before he took out his cigarette from nowhere and placed it on his lips watching her.
What's he tryna do? She wondered as he handed his light to her; "Can you please light my cigarette." his husky voice came sounding in her ears once again.
"What?" she was confused. But he smirked and brushed past her. He settled into his couch spreading his legs to show of the muscular, hairy long legs. Charlotte shook her head as she stared at him. She can't fall into temptation. She watched him light his cigarette all by himself and took a hard puff from it before looking at her again. She nearly suck in a breath when his grey eyes stared at hers once again.
"Miss Bennie! Please attend to our guests!" he commanded by just raising his voice and the so-called Miss Bennie was out in a jiffy.
"Ma'am, can you please sit, so I can take your orders." The middle aged woman dressed in suit and tie requested and she found herself sitting on the comfy couch. Her eyes darted to Mr. Jack who sat opposite hers staring at her. She felt her cheeks burning under his gaze. It's almost like the portrait didn't capture his handsomeness so well because the hunk she's seeing Infront of her, is hundred percent better than the portrait she saw earlier.
"So you're Miss Charlotte?" he asked pointing at her and she nodded.
"But that isn't ..."
"You're such a hater for smoking. Why do you hate smokers so much?"
"I'm the one who came to interview you and not the other way round."Charlotte replied rolling her eyes. From the way he's speaking, she can tell that Mr. Jack is a rude one. He can be all handsome with an innocent looking face but his tongue seems to be sharper than his looks.
"Oh really? Then can we start the interview?" he asked standing up. "Let's move to my study where you can get a better view of me." he said and strolled out of the room arrogantly. She scoffed. Just like that! He won't let her speak her mind, just blurt whatever he wants to say and then expect her to follow him and obviously, she's gonna do that because she wants to do the interview pretty fast and get going, so she can catch up on the date with her boyfriend in the evening.
She followed him into his study where she was served by Miss Bennie and the heck! Is this a study? She asked as she looked around. Everything this man has is an utter luxury! All these blessed arrogant fools with their show of affluence, she scoffed.
"Can you please sit and have a drink, so we can start?" he said and she sat down but refused to have a drink. She frowned at him. As she dropped the suitcase which she had been carrying all these while. She opened it carefully feeling his gaze on her skin. She was beginning to get nervous as she brought out the camera and the tripod stand. She stood up and stretched out the stand fixing the camera onto it. She turned it on. "Camera rolling..." she mumbled as it came on showing the face of Mr. Jack in the camera.
She clicked record and then cleared her throat. "Okay so, shall we begin??"