slapping you."
"Apologies all around. Are you starved? I am. I
found a couple of great places on Steiner. Are you up for Italian, or a big steak at Izzy's, or how about Asian?"
"Asian sounds good," she answered. She went to the concealed wall closet and pressed the surface. It popped open, and she pulled her black leather jacket off a hanger. He moved to where she was and took the jacket from her, holding it out for her to slip into. As her arms slid into the satin lined sleeves, he couldn't help watching. He moved the jacket up to her shoulders smoothly. She turned around. "Thank you," she said.
"You are welcome, Ms. Tompkins. Shall we?" He offered his arm. If she was going to do this courtship proper thing, he'd play it up for her. Besides, she looked very hot. Her thin silky blouse fluttered open at the neckline despite the scarf she'd so carefully arranged to hide her assets. Those lovely breasts of hers were very voluptuous. Actually much more so than they'd been back in December. A little weight had improved Ms. Tompkins's figure quite a bit.
They exited the office and passed by Oliver's desk. "Thank you for those figures, Abbott, and excellent speech, old man." Jackson winked at him.
"Think nothing of it, Mr. Hawks." Oliver gave him a wry smile. "Enjoy your evening. I'd suggest Lin Yen for Asian."
That devil Oliver must have had his ear to the
door the whole time. Or maybe he had a line in through the intercom. If he ever decided to do Jil-lian Tompkins on her butter-soft black leather bench or her spotless gray mohair wool carpet, he better make sure the switch was flipped to the off position.
Jana Lee and Jackson walked out to the hallway and she dropped his arm, for appearance' sake, he supposed. He let her take a few steps ahead of him, and Jackson took a long look down his date's backside, appreciating her roundness. He watched her and wondered why she kept looking up at the huge trusses that held the mostly glass ceiling in place over the Pitman offices. She acted as if she'd never seen the place before. Maybe her vacation had given her a new appreciation for their surroundings. It was a hell of a beautiful office.
The sun was still bright in the sky, the morning fog having burned off long ago and the summer day lingering on late. Jana Lee gazed at the amazing play of light through the prism-like structure of the Pitman Toy Company office. She'd been such a nervous wreck this morning that she hadn't really appreciated the architecture of the building.
When they reached the outside doors she saw the amazing view of the Pacific Ocean. San Francisco Bay , to be exact. She'd lived around water all her life, but her town was on a sheltered area of in-
land straits. This was . . . majestic. Humbling. The colors were amazing.
"Jillian? Can I call you Jillian?"
"Sure." She snapped her attention back to Jackson. Only the Pacific Ocean could have distracted her, really. Jackson took up a whole lot of air space. Sure, he could call her Jillian. If she'd answer to it would be pure luck.
"I've borrowed the limo. It's only a few miles, but the parking is insane, as you know. Pops can zip us down there and bring us back later to pick up your car."
Jana Lee realized a rudimentary knowledge of the city would have come in handy. She had only a visitor's sense of the town. "Great, Pops and the limo."
"Oh come on, don't start with the budget tonight. It's take-a-break-from-work night. No work talk, no worrying. From what I've seen lately, you could use a worry break." He opened the door on a white stretch limo that was smack in front of her on the street. She slid in.
Jana Lee thought back to her high school prom and how a bunch of them had rented a big stretch limo. That was the only other time she'd been in one. Not bad for her first day at work. She sat back in the soft white leather and enjoyed herself.
Faster than he would have liked, Jackson found himself sitting across from Jillian the accounting
executive
"Apologies all around. Are you starved? I am. I
found a couple of great places on Steiner. Are you up for Italian, or a big steak at Izzy's, or how about Asian?"
"Asian sounds good," she answered. She went to the concealed wall closet and pressed the surface. It popped open, and she pulled her black leather jacket off a hanger. He moved to where she was and took the jacket from her, holding it out for her to slip into. As her arms slid into the satin lined sleeves, he couldn't help watching. He moved the jacket up to her shoulders smoothly. She turned around. "Thank you," she said.
"You are welcome, Ms. Tompkins. Shall we?" He offered his arm. If she was going to do this courtship proper thing, he'd play it up for her. Besides, she looked very hot. Her thin silky blouse fluttered open at the neckline despite the scarf she'd so carefully arranged to hide her assets. Those lovely breasts of hers were very voluptuous. Actually much more so than they'd been back in December. A little weight had improved Ms. Tompkins's figure quite a bit.
They exited the office and passed by Oliver's desk. "Thank you for those figures, Abbott, and excellent speech, old man." Jackson winked at him.
"Think nothing of it, Mr. Hawks." Oliver gave him a wry smile. "Enjoy your evening. I'd suggest Lin Yen for Asian."
That devil Oliver must have had his ear to the
door the whole time. Or maybe he had a line in through the intercom. If he ever decided to do Jil-lian Tompkins on her butter-soft black leather bench or her spotless gray mohair wool carpet, he better make sure the switch was flipped to the off position.
Jana Lee and Jackson walked out to the hallway and she dropped his arm, for appearance' sake, he supposed. He let her take a few steps ahead of him, and Jackson took a long look down his date's backside, appreciating her roundness. He watched her and wondered why she kept looking up at the huge trusses that held the mostly glass ceiling in place over the Pitman offices. She acted as if she'd never seen the place before. Maybe her vacation had given her a new appreciation for their surroundings. It was a hell of a beautiful office.
The sun was still bright in the sky, the morning fog having burned off long ago and the summer day lingering on late. Jana Lee gazed at the amazing play of light through the prism-like structure of the Pitman Toy Company office. She'd been such a nervous wreck this morning that she hadn't really appreciated the architecture of the building.
When they reached the outside doors she saw the amazing view of the Pacific Ocean. San Francisco Bay , to be exact. She'd lived around water all her life, but her town was on a sheltered area of in-
land straits. This was . . . majestic. Humbling. The colors were amazing.
"Jillian? Can I call you Jillian?"
"Sure." She snapped her attention back to Jackson. Only the Pacific Ocean could have distracted her, really. Jackson took up a whole lot of air space. Sure, he could call her Jillian. If she'd answer to it would be pure luck.
"I've borrowed the limo. It's only a few miles, but the parking is insane, as you know. Pops can zip us down there and bring us back later to pick up your car."
Jana Lee realized a rudimentary knowledge of the city would have come in handy. She had only a visitor's sense of the town. "Great, Pops and the limo."
"Oh come on, don't start with the budget tonight. It's take-a-break-from-work night. No work talk, no worrying. From what I've seen lately, you could use a worry break." He opened the door on a white stretch limo that was smack in front of her on the street. She slid in.
Jana Lee thought back to her high school prom and how a bunch of them had rented a big stretch limo. That was the only other time she'd been in one. Not bad for her first day at work. She sat back in the soft white leather and enjoyed herself.
Faster than he would have liked, Jackson found himself sitting across from Jillian the accounting
executive
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