The anger evaporates and all I’m left with is nothingness. Numb. All I feel is complete numbness. I’m not angry anymore, or sad. I couldn’t give a shit less about anything regarding my mother or father. I open the balcony door and sit out there, enjoying the solitude. There’s something about the ocean that’s soothing. I hear my phone ring a few times, but there’s no way I’m getting up. I’m enjoying this small sliver of peace. The smell of the salty air, the sounds of birds and the waves crashing, and the caress of the gentle breeze overwhelm my senses. Focusing on them, I melt into the lounge chair and just breathe. Time passes and I’m content and restful.
“Well, this explains why you aren’t answering my calls or the door.” I leap out of my seat at the sound of an angry voice.
Jackson is standing on the balcony to my right, glaring at me. Trying to slow my rapid pulse, I place my hand over my heart. Short of breath from the rush of fear, I gasp and try to speak. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. “I was worried. I had no idea if you left or were lost.” He opens his eyes, straining to maintain his temper. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I didn’t know what to think.”
His concern warms my heart. I smile and shrug. “What if I was in the bathroom?”
“For an hour?” he questions in that raspy voice of his.
“An hour?” I ask, confused. I thought it was maybe twenty minutes.
“Yes. An hour of calling and then banging on your door. I came out to my balcony to see if maybe I could see you on the beach because I was starting to panic.” He shakes his head and runs his hands through his dark brown hair.
“I came out for some fresh air. I didn’t even hear the door. I’m sorry you were so worried.” I walk over to the edge of my balcony to get closer to him. “You should know, though, I’m not as fragile as you seem to think.” I smile, trying to reassure him.
Closing his eyes, he turns his head toward the ocean and mumbles to himself. Something about women being the death of him.
Using my diversionary tactics, I clear my throat to grab his attention. “Ready to go?”
He seems to collect himself and one side of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah, I’ll meet you right outside your door.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I head back in the room. Grabbing my phone, I look at the call list: eleven missed calls. Two are from my mother and the rest are from Jackson. No wonder he was pissed and worried. I check myself in the mirror and groan at my appearance. I look like a bus hit me. Knowing that he’s waiting and already irritated, I decide not to push my luck. I pinch my cheeks for some color and flip my hair a few times, trying to bring some life back to it.
As I open the door, I can’t stop the smile that forms at the sight of Jackson. He’s pacing with his hands clasped behind his head. When he hears my door shut, he looks over and walks toward me. Standing face-to-face, I tilt my head to look up and try to read his mood through his eyes. They give nothing away as he stares down at me. He shakes his head, letting out a short groan as he does so. I lift my eyebrow at the noise that escapes him and Jackson returns the gesture. Then we both start laughing at each other.
The moment of humor seems to have quelled our awkwardness. He puts his arm out in a gentlemanly way and I place my hand through it. He looks down, smiling as we walk and get on the elevator. “What am I going to do with you?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as I try to decipher what exactly his question is implying.
“Just what I asked.”
“Yes, but what kind of a question is that?” I drop my arm from his.
“Clearly there is something happening here.” He steps closer and I take a step back.
“Nothing is happening.” I straighten and take another step back, trying to put distance between us.
His jaw tics at my statement and he takes another step toward me. He’s hot and then cold—I can’t keep up. He kisses me—a soul-searing kiss—and then acts as though it was a mistake. Needing something to hold onto, I grip the hem of my dress. Jackson’s eyes snap down as I tug on the fabric and he grins.
“Catherine—” Before he can speak, the elevator door opens allowing me to get the hell out of here.
I don’t reply or acknowledge him as I practically run out of the elevator. This man manages to suck the air out of any space we share. He makes it difficult for me to focus on anything other than him. The intensity between us is crippling. I continue walking through the lobby and outside, heading over to a bench to sit. Think, Catherine! I need to be able to do my damn job.
He sits beside me, not saying a word. I need to tell him that this has to stop. He must have sensed my apprehension at some point, yet he continues to play whatever game this is. It’s my life he’s playing with. My job pays me way too much money to screw this up. I also refuse to go through another agonizing breakup—as if we’re even close to that. Ha! It’s too much. I have to maintain control. Yeah, like there’s a shot in hell that’s going to happen with a man like Jackson. Regardless, I’m going to attempt to keep it together.
I glance at him and my heart squeezes.
He returns my gaze as the car pulls up. “Let’s get to work,” he says as he stands and walks over to the car. This time he gets in the front seat.
Good. We need physical distance. We need to resume the roles of client and consultant. No matter how charming he is, no matter how handsome, he’s ultimately paying me to help his company. I need to honor that agreement.
We arrive at the production facility fifteen minutes later. I used our travel time to strengthen my resolve and plan how to get back to being the strong businesswoman I am rather than the girl who can’t control herself over some guy. Hell, I never acted like this with Neil. Half the fun with him was kicking his ass in the business world, not fawning and tripping over myself.
I open the door and smile at Jackson, wearing my business mask. This time he keeps his hands in his pockets.
“Welcome to Raven Cosmetics,” he says as I walk past him into the building.
“Thank you. I know our main objective is the successful release of the new line you have coming out. Will we get to see that today?”
“Yes. The older products are being handled for now. The new line is really what we want you to focus on.” It seems Jackson has also found his professional mask. Thank God! When he’s charming and flirtatious it makes it damn near impossible to keep my mind on task.
“Perfect. Can I ask why you brought in an outside company?” The more information I have, the better.
He looks away and stops in front of a door. “Do I look like I wear makeup?” he asks, dripping with sarcasm. My breath hitches at his sudden mood shift. Jackson has never been rude or nasty. It shocks me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s been a real shitty day.” He inhales and begins to speak in an even tone. “I never had control over anything that happened with the cosmetic company. I honestly couldn’t tell you the first thing about what the hell went on here. So when—” He stops abruptly and looks up before continuing, “—the former CEO departed, I knew I needed help. That’s where you came in.” He turns and opens the door, holding it so I can pass through.
“I understand.” I nod and smile tightly as I walk past him. I stop and turn back, adding, “I’m glad you chose CJJ.”
“I chose you. Not CJJ.” He reaches for my hand and places it in the crook of his arm, holding it there. I stare at his beautiful eyes, biting my lower lip. “Now let me show you all the girly shit we make here.” He turns and pulls me through the hall.
Our tour lasts about two hours and I’m exhausted by the end. I’ve met all the people on the production team as well as a few people I’m sure I’ll speak to when I start to get more involved with each product. I have a million ideas floating around about things I want to focus on. I also have a huge bag of products to sample. Jackson was friendly, funny, and playf
ul with his employees. The rapport he had with them was amazing. Just as impressive was how obvious it was that they love him. He knew almost every person’s name, which is rare in a lot of big companies nowadays. It’s clear that he views them as people and not just numbers. For someone who’s had little to do with the company, he’s either learned fast or has been more involved than he let on.
After the tour, both of us seem to relax into our appropriate roles. Throughout the car ride, we talk a lot about what he wants regarding the company’s growth and how he’ll be hands-on but ultimately knows nothing about this market or how to handle the press. The amount of free reign I have on this account has me feeling confident, even a little giddy.
Once we get off the elevator at our hotel, Jackson’s phone rings. He glances at the screen and grimaces. He looks at me, a frown marring his features as he takes the call. “Hi, Mark. Everything okay?” He makes a low grumbling noise in the back of his throat at whatever Mark is relaying on the phone. “Well, fix it!” he yells, clearly frustrated at the situation. “No, I don’t … fine. I’ll be in the office in twenty minutes. You better have Tom, Aaron, and Dean on standby. I’m not fucking around this time.” He disconnects the call and puts his phone in his pocket.
Looking over at me, he swallows and his shoulders drop. “I’m sorry, I have to go deal with this crap. I know we planned to go over some things at dinner, but …”
Wanting to relieve whatever turmoil he’s struggling with, and also understanding all too well the pressures of his position, I smile and place my hand on his arm. “No problem. I’m exhausted anyway. Today has been … overwhelming.”
His eyes look sad. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He gives me a small smile.
“No need, Jackson. Just go. What time is our meeting tomorrow?”
His eyes twinkle with mischief and his voice turns playful. “No meetings. I have other plans for us. Be ready by one o’clock.”
My eyes widen and I start to twist my hands as my heart races. Do I continue to fight this? There’s only one way this is going to end—badly—but I want to spend the day with him. I want to see if this is all my crazy imagination. I’m too tired to think anymore. I take a shaky breath and exhale. “Okay.” My brilliant plan to keep things strictly business just went out the door. I know I should spend tomorrow working or alone, but I can’t resist him.
“Good night, Catherine.” And with that, he turns and walks away.
Too late to change my mind now.
I slept well, considering the absolute shit day I had yesterday. Between my dead father, the earth-moving kiss with Jackson, Jackson regretting said earth-moving kiss, and the fight with my mother, I’m surprised I can even function. The worst part is I’m more upset about Jackson than any of the other things. One minute he’s seducing me with his magnetic eyes, sexy grin, and that damn dimple, and the next he’s pushing me away and tormenting me.
I roll over and my eyes land on the clock sitting on the nightstand. It takes a second for them to focus, but when they do … Holy shit I slept late—it’s almost noon. I’ve always been an up-at-seven-no-matter-what girl, but not today apparently. Groaning, I get out of the extremely comfortable bed and start getting ready for whatever Jackson has planned for me. Looking over the outfits I threw in my bag during my pissed-off packing, I realize I don’t have an outfit for “I have plans.” I have no clue what to wear or where we’re going. Instead of agonizing over it, I opt for jeans and a cute pink top. Luckily I brought my favorite pair, which hug my butt perfectly and accentuate my curves. The top that Ashton threw in is not a business top, but it’s perfect for our “plans.” The one shoulder gives a little sexy, but the loose fit keeps it looking casual. I have my hair in a loose ponytail with the ends curled. I throw on my white sneakers and hope for the best.
I’ve just sat in the chair and broke out my Kindle when I hear a knock on the door. Rushing over, I take two deep breaths, press the handle down, and open it. Jackson’s smiling as he leans against the wall with his legs and arms crossed. My brain ceases to form rational thoughts. The sight before me takes my breath away—he’s mouthwatering. I look down at the floor, trying to hide my blush and get my mind functioning again. As he uncrosses his leg and stands straight, I can’t help but think that this man is going to be the death of me. My eyes slowly scan his body, absorbing as much detail as possible before I have to meet his eyes again. First thing I see are his dark blue track shorts, and above them a tight black shirt shows the ripples of his abs. My greedy perusal continues until I land on his face. That’s when my knees buckle and I grip the doorjamb for support. His eyes darken. The intensity of his stare causes my stomach to clench and heat to pool in my center.
He steps forward so we’re toe-to-toe and I have to tilt my head to look up at his smiling face. His six-foot-three frame towers over me and the sheer size of him has me parting and licking my lips. Jackson’s expression changes as he follows my movement. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, letting me know I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me. A thrill runs through me, increasing my desperation for his lips on mine. He pushes forward. Our chests are touching, my nipples pebbling at the warmth of his body and the thoughts flooding my mind of him taking me right here, right now. Jackson lifts his hands and cups my face, slowly leaning into me as we breathe each other in. He stills, our mouths almost touching, but I hold my ground. I want him to be the one to kiss me again. I need it to be his choice. I close my eyes, trying to make my intentions clear, silently begging. Please, just kiss me!
I feel his lips brush against mine before I hear, “Not yet, Catherine. But soon.” Jackson’s voice drops even lower. “The next time there won’t be any mistakes.”
He takes a small step back and I open my eyes, watching as his gaze darts between my eyes and my lips, as if he’s battling his own desire. I can’t speak. I can barely process anything he’s saying. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “First, we have plans, okay?”
No, it’s not okay! I want him to push me down to the floor or up against the wall and take me. Damn him and all his self-control. I take a step out of his grip and respond in a breathless whisper, “Sure.”
“Good. Grab your stuff. We only have it reserved for an hour. I think you’ll have fun today.” His voice is now playful, refocused and excited by whatever plans he’s made for us.
The only fun I want to have doesn’t include us leaving this hotel room. I walk over and grab my purse, shoving my phone in and gritting my teeth. So much for my own self-control—I have none when it comes to him. Not even two seconds after seeing him, I’m ready to strip and let him have his way with me.
Jackson turns to walk away, taking only two steps before he stops, grabs my hand, and weaves his fingers through mine. I can’t help but smile at the small gesture. Great. Holding hands has reduced me to a schoolgirl.
“Oh, and Catherine?” The hair on the back of my neck rises at the deep rasp in his voice. “Today we’re going to talk and figure this out.”
I nod, praying that we can figure out whatever’s happening between us before it destroys everything I’ve worked for. No matter what I’m feeling for him, he needs to know that I won’t sacrifice my career for this, for him, for anything.
“Where are we going?” I ask, grabbing my driver’s license out of my wallet as he requested. We’re waiting in line to get through security.
“This is the Navy base. I thought you might have fun doing something different,” he replies, taking my license and handing it over to a guy with a rather large gun around his chest. I’m so confused.
“Wait,” I say as he starts driving forward. “Did I miss something? Are you still in the Navy?” I narrow my eyes and he smiles over at me.
“No, but I’m a contractor, so I can still access the base. Also, I was a SEAL, so I called ahead to my friends and got all this cleared.” His smile widens as we pull up behind a fence.
“These are our plans?”
> Jackson doesn’t say anything as he parks the truck. When he sneaks a peek at my expression, I can see the mischief dancing in his eyes. What in the ever-loving hell is he thinking? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love this side of him. I’ve never really enjoyed surprises, but he looks like a kid on Christmas morning and I don’t want to spoil his mood.
I look around, trying to see exactly what he has planned for us on a Navy base. I can’t see anything through the trees lining the fence, and my lack of information is quickly turning my excitement into anxiety. Jackson leans over the console and grips my hand. I’m both relieved and annoyed by how my panic starts to ebb at his small touch. He squeezes once and exits the car. I climb out of the cab and squint, trying to decipher what the large tree-house-looking building is.
“Ready?” I flinch, my heart accelerating at the feel of him behind me. I didn’t even hear him approach.
“Stop scaring me! Jesus, don’t you make noise when you move?” I ask, slightly flustered. He lets out a loud, carefree laugh as he comes around. The look on his face is priceless, and his dimpled smile melts my momentary irritation.
“I’m just stealthy.”
“I have no words for you.” I smile and shake my head. “Stop scaring me all the time.”
“You’re just skittish. Maybe you should pay closer attention to what’s going on around you.” He pulls me in by my hips, right up against his chest. My eyes widen and the air expels from my lungs at the sudden contact. In a flash, his expression changes. His eyes smolder and his voice is low and hoarse when he says, “Maybe soon you’ll hear all the noises I make.” I gasp as a shudder passes through me. He releases me without a word and walks toward the metal gate.
There are no words. I can’t think of a single thing to say to him. Once again, Jackson renders me speechless. He’s flirtatious and seductive one moment and then a smartass then next. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever met. Shaking my head to rid the turmoil in my mind, I gather my wits and walk over to him.
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