How to Catch Butterflies (42 page)

This week they would be interviewing till Wednesday, there could be more potential cases. For this, Mr. Nichol’s had taken her assigned interviews so she could look over the Personnel files of the employees who had been supplied via ‘World Class Executive Appointments Inc. This way she could ear mark certain personnel and interview those. This way she could gather more possible cases of maybe’s or ‘To Happens’.

**

The week had been long and arduous, by the time Friday arrived, the day of their return flight; it couldn’t have come any sooner. She missed home, her office, Lucy, and Jackson. They left the company at 2 p.m.; she sat in the comfort of the air-conditioned car daydreaming out of the window.

Yes, she could see why her company paid the big bucks and nice perks. She had missed a few calls with Jackson, due to the fact she barely had the energy to fall into bed. There had been quite a few nights both Mr. Nichols had her, worked on-site till very late.

They pulled up to the departures entrance, Kevin placing the cases on a trolley. They thanked him for his help, and walked to the airport. After sitting in the executive club lounge, for a while, they’re flight was called. Thanks to the smooth and efficient air-traffic controllers they’re flight took off on time 17:00 (AEST).

Another 26 hour flight, they would be arriving into Heathrow 08:00 GMT on Saturday morning.

They would have to go into the office for a debriefing before she went home.

Their flight had been a good and comfortable one. While awaiting their luggage she turned her phone on, which instantly lit up with texts from Jackson, she smiled to herself as she read them.

They grabbed their bags and headed towards customs, once through, they passed into the arrivals gate. There was Robert, one of the company’s chauffeurs there to greet them, he took their trolley and headed off towards the exit and towards the car park. Before long they were on the motorway heading for central London.

Robert pulled the vehicle up outside ‘Natural Logistics office’, allowing both of out the vehicle. As Robert took Rebecca’s hand to assist her, he said that he would drop her bags off to the porters in her apartment to save her in transporting them over herself, she thanked him and in they went for their de-briefing.

They had been in the meeting for half an hour. Mr. Nichol’s had given full credit to Rebecca and her findings. The meeting seemed to go on, and on.

“What worries me, is the fact, this ‘World Class Executive Appointments Inc. have been doing this to the company for at least five years. What is worrying, how many other of our clients companies are having this done to them too. I’m also worried about the fact, that these people are taking company knowledge with them, we can’t prove it. All I will say is; how many times does one bring work home?”

Everyone was nodding their heads in agreement. She sat back down.
Now all they had to do was to find out who was operating this scam.

“We really need the right department working on this, if you’ve seen the money that’s been made, I can bet you there’s no tax, as the Intel I have, say’s all transactions are moved to various offshore accounts. There has been a lot of money that’s passed thru their grubby fingers. We need our best team on this.”

There she’d said her piece. Now she was ready for home. The thought of another coffee sickened her, she just wanted to go home and call Lucy and Jackson. The meeting went on for another 15 minutes, and then it was home, and tonight she would be in her own comfy bed.

When Rebecca arrived at her serviced apartment, one of the lovely porters had accompanied her upstairs to her floor with her bags in tow. Once the elevator doors pinged, he followed her to her door which she opened. He stepped inside with her bags and cases and returned to the reception desk.

Rebecca pushed the cases with her foot against the wall before walking into her open plan kitchen placing her trusted Lemiena bag onto the counter and continued to her fridge grabbing a bottle of water. She looked around. It was good to be back.

Rebecca walked towards her bedroom flipping on her iPod scrolling thru her playlists. She had found what she was looking for and popped it in the docking station. She looked at it, ‘Jason’, every time she saw it; she thought of him, it had to go. But not today, for today it was going to give her some tunes.

She pressed played and ‘Fatboy Slim’s- Right here right now’ started banging out as she kicked off her shoes having a little shimmy around her kitchen island. Rebecca sipped on the water as she headed back to the living area.

Only one more week at the office, and then she would be on two weeks leave. Her 24
^th
Birthday would fall on the first week: she was looking forward to some well needed and deserved rest.

It was then her phone started to ring, with her free hand she fished for the phone in her huge Bag, which doubled as her briefcase.

“Rebecca Keane well I never, Glad your home…. Did you miss me?”

Said the voice at the other end of the phone, “Open the door”.

She was still moving to the tune, smiling to herself as she shimmied to the door. Don’t ask her why she did what she was told from the voice at the other end of the phone; she probably would have blamed it on the jetlag.

Upon opening the door, was her voice at the other end of her phone. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, a smile forming on his handsome face as their gazes met. They continued to talk on their devices. He was standing there, one arm extended leaning against the door join.

He was wearing a formal separate suit jacket with jeans and a simple fitted white T. Around his neck, a cashmere scarf which hung loosely over the lapels of his jacket.

He looked gorgeous, as soon as she saw him as her heart started to pound. She could see his biceps thru the outline of the fitted jacket. She wanted him; she could feel the ache within her grow.

He still spoke into his phone toying with her.

“Come here”, he smiled at her with those come to bed eyes that burned right through her.

She too spoke into her phone mocking him.

“Uh uh, if you want me,
you
come here” as she pointed to the ground before her.

She looked back at him, defiantly. Jackson didn’t have to be told twice as he moved towards her, sweeping her off her feet. His mouth firmly planted on hers.

“So Jackson, have you been a good boy while I’ve been away?” she asked

“I Rebecca have been a very good boy, while you’ve been away, and it’s been a long 2weeks believe me. I want you as the song say’s ‘Right here Right now’” his lips caressing her neck tenderly.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” He pulled her hand down towards the bulge in his trousers. She laughed.

“Are you sure” she gave him a little squeeze. She could feel the need in him, “Then let’s see how much”.

Rebecca grabbed Jackson’s scarf, pulling him in the direction of her bedroom.

. “I need a shower to wake me up” she moaned.

In one motion, he picked her up and moved into the on suite. Slowly he undressed her, all the while kissing her as she undressed him hurriedly. While he stepped out of his jeans she stepped into the wet room turning on the tap. A monsoon of rain started to fall. Jackson stood there, his muscular torso glistening with the rain of water. His lips were on hers again, this time, smothering her with an array of kisses.
It was good to be back
.

She looked down at him. This man brought out the pure animal instinct in her.

*

Jackson’s hands moved slowly down her sides, his fingers open as the water cascaded through them as they cupped her buttocks lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him.

Their mouths locked devouring each other in the throes of passion, their tongue tangling with utter frenzy. He held her above his tip, ready to enter her, as she lowered herself slowly down, taking him all in. He held her there; Rebecca moved herself up and down on him slowly, steadying herself with his shoulders. Jackson moved back now against the wall to steady himself, as he plunged his cock repeatedly, deep inside her.

Jackson could feel himself on the verge; she must have felt it too, as his thrusting was pace slowed, teasing and then ramming again to her moans of ecstasy. He could feel it build his lips and tongue gliding over her shoulder as he drove his cock deeper.

Rebecca still moved her pace faster as she moved in time with his thrusts. His eyes on hers has she took him further into her, her head falling back in ecstasy. He thrust slowly, teasing her with the tip before plunging his cock back into her as she gasped her mouth on his again, the water still raining heavily upon them.

He could feel her quiver, as he rammed himself deeper, her wet nipples brushing against him, making his hard cock tingle deep inside her. Her mouth was on his again as she held his chin firmly and kissed him hard, moving up and down still greeting his every thrust.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you” he whispered to her.

For two weeks he had patiently waited for her, he remembered their last weekend together before she had to fly off.

It felt good to be with her, too good, as he finally came, gasping as he pumped his load into her as his tongue darted in her mouth. Their lips still locked, he held her close, breathing her in.

The water was still falling like rain on them.

“See how much I missed you” he said as he eventually lifted her down to the floor, her legs untangling from him.

*

She looked up at him, fuck he was so handsome, she couldn’t keep her hands or lips off him.

“Yes I do, but I’m sure you missed me some more” she smiled coyly at him, as he grabbed the body wash, he squirted some on his hands and started to rub the cream into a lather, the bubbles falling to the floor after running down her perfect figure.

Chapter 27

‘Enjoy the Silence’

Once they had finished in the shower, they moved into the bedroom exhausted. They lay on the bed her in his arms. His fingers skimmed softly, teasing, across her side, down to her thigh.

“You know Rebecca, you’re something else I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Jackson kissed her head tenderly as he playfully grabbed her tattooed bum cheek pulling her closer to him. He was fucking crazy about her. And this was unknown territory for Jackson; he never let himself ever get emotionally involved. He was in and out like the S.A.S. Up until her, he had an uncomplicated life, she twisted him up in knots, and she knew it.