Reserved – Mr Brent ’. Jackson Brent . I thought it was pretty egotistical that he reserved his own spot in his car-park but I didn’t comment because he was already out the car and rounding the front to come and open my door. I pushed just how good that felt into a corner of my brain and filed it away never to be looked at again and accepted his hand to help me get out. I assumed he would let go when I was standing but he didn’t, he lifted my hand, placed it on his shoulder, bent at the waist, put his forearm behind my knees and lifted me up against his chest. OH MY GOD!! He’s carrying me...like actually...CARRYING ME . I wasn’t sure why he was doing it, or how I even felt about it but when I opened my mouth to ask him, he jumped in first with...
“Baby girl, this is the car-park of a god damn nightclub. There’s more glass out here than there is on the fuckin’ St Mary Axe!! You haven’t even got shoes on and I don’t figure you’re a fan of having your feet shredded. So don’t bitch about it and just let me get you inside without any accidents ok?” At this I immediately snapped...
“I was NOT going to bitch about it! I was just going to ask why you were doing it. It wouldn’t hurt you to explain things to me before you do them you know.” That earned me another lip twitch but no response and when we reached the door I again, assumed incorrectly that he would put me down to open the door but he manoeuvred me so only one arm was resting under my ass but I held on tighter and he grabbed his keys with his free hand, unlocked the door and placed me on my feet in the entrance. I say ‘placed’ because he really did swing my legs down gently first, before holding my waist until I was steady, and then I removed my arms from around his neck. Another trait that was far too sweet so I added it to the other things I had filed away in the corner of my brain, never to be looked at again.
He headed straight for the stairs behind the paying-in desk and seeing as he didn’t tell me otherwise, I followed closely behind him. Bad move –wow, what a great ass...grab it...NO DON’T GRAB IT...ohhh a little grab won’t hurt...ARGHH NO TAYLOR. STOP IT!!
At the top of the stairs he opened a black door that led into a room that held a bank of computer screens along the back wall. I was fascinated because they were all aimed at a different part of the club and I first thought that whoever ran security here must see some seriously funny shit!
Jackson sat in the office chair and pulled me sideways onto his lap, I stiffened at this move but he held an arm around my waist so I couldn’t move, brushed my hair over my shoulder and whispered...
“Relax baby girl.” Relax...RELAX...um, no.
“Jackson please let me off your lap.” And YET AGAIN, he didn’t respond to what I said, he just replied...
“Call me Jax.”
“Please can you let me off your lap... Jax ”
“Nope.”
“Nope?” I questioned
“That’s what I said. Nope. I like you where you are”
At this point I decided seeing as he was about twice my size, strength and could probably talk his way out of pretty much anything. I’d let him win this battle. This was not me giving in. Oh no, I always had a plan in place, and deep down I knew, no matter the fact that I was actually enjoying myself, not right at that precise moment, but the day in general, that once he dropped me home later, I would politely explain that I was grateful for him looking after me last night and taking me out in his car but I would appreciate it if I never had to see him again. Easy. I hoped.
I was planning my farewell speech in my head when the image on the monitor caught my attention and my breath caught in my throat at the sight. Jax had found and zoomed in right on the point of the previous night when he approached me on the dance-floor.
As he came from behind me and I didn’t immediately know it was him, I was riveted to the show, completely entranced. His eyes were
“Baby girl, this is the car-park of a god damn nightclub. There’s more glass out here than there is on the fuckin’ St Mary Axe!! You haven’t even got shoes on and I don’t figure you’re a fan of having your feet shredded. So don’t bitch about it and just let me get you inside without any accidents ok?” At this I immediately snapped...
“I was NOT going to bitch about it! I was just going to ask why you were doing it. It wouldn’t hurt you to explain things to me before you do them you know.” That earned me another lip twitch but no response and when we reached the door I again, assumed incorrectly that he would put me down to open the door but he manoeuvred me so only one arm was resting under my ass but I held on tighter and he grabbed his keys with his free hand, unlocked the door and placed me on my feet in the entrance. I say ‘placed’ because he really did swing my legs down gently first, before holding my waist until I was steady, and then I removed my arms from around his neck. Another trait that was far too sweet so I added it to the other things I had filed away in the corner of my brain, never to be looked at again.
He headed straight for the stairs behind the paying-in desk and seeing as he didn’t tell me otherwise, I followed closely behind him. Bad move –wow, what a great ass...grab it...NO DON’T GRAB IT...ohhh a little grab won’t hurt...ARGHH NO TAYLOR. STOP IT!!
At the top of the stairs he opened a black door that led into a room that held a bank of computer screens along the back wall. I was fascinated because they were all aimed at a different part of the club and I first thought that whoever ran security here must see some seriously funny shit!
Jackson sat in the office chair and pulled me sideways onto his lap, I stiffened at this move but he held an arm around my waist so I couldn’t move, brushed my hair over my shoulder and whispered...
“Relax baby girl.” Relax...RELAX...um, no.
“Jackson please let me off your lap.” And YET AGAIN, he didn’t respond to what I said, he just replied...
“Call me Jax.”
“Please can you let me off your lap... Jax ”
“Nope.”
“Nope?” I questioned
“That’s what I said. Nope. I like you where you are”
At this point I decided seeing as he was about twice my size, strength and could probably talk his way out of pretty much anything. I’d let him win this battle. This was not me giving in. Oh no, I always had a plan in place, and deep down I knew, no matter the fact that I was actually enjoying myself, not right at that precise moment, but the day in general, that once he dropped me home later, I would politely explain that I was grateful for him looking after me last night and taking me out in his car but I would appreciate it if I never had to see him again. Easy. I hoped.
I was planning my farewell speech in my head when the image on the monitor caught my attention and my breath caught in my throat at the sight. Jax had found and zoomed in right on the point of the previous night when he approached me on the dance-floor.
As he came from behind me and I didn’t immediately know it was him, I was riveted to the show, completely entranced. His eyes were
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