See through the light and shadows

Jameson West




Camilla Dyer

Jameson bit down on his pen, his long fingers twisting the cap as he stared down at his desk deep in thought. His brows were furrowed and his rigid body remained still, almost like a mannequin with the unreal calmness and beauty that only something fake could hold. That is, until you saw him.

Then, breaking the peacefulness of the moment in his massive office with a whole floor to himself at the top of one of the most beautiful skyscrapers in the city, he snapped the pen out from between his teeth and set it on the glossy oak desk. Damn it. There was a loophole in the contract between him and his partner. That would have to be arranged as soon as possible. With a hard clench to his jaw, he stood up from his chair and put his papers away in a folder buzzing in Amanda, his longtime clerk who was also a busy single mom but on the same level of beautiful as everyone else that worked for him. He always had a soft spot for how difficult it was for her to manage her time, and no one knew but he had helped her in many ways financially since she had started working for him.

After Amanda let him know she would contact his client, he thanked her and let go of the button. Walking to the pure glass panels where a wall would be, he stood right up close to it admiring the view with only glass separating him and hundreds of feet beneath him. Taking the elevator down, the soft ding let him know he was on the main floor seconds later. The doors opened, and he stepped out, or should he say stepped into a small figure with a grunt. "Christ." he hissed. Before he could process what exactly happened, his smoldering blue eyes looked down at her onto the floor and not able to help it as his sculpted lips pulled into a soft smile. "My apology." It was just two words, but even Mel, one of his more contained receptionist's looked up from her desk her plush pink lips parting in jealousy. Jameson offered his hand to the beautiful stranger sitting flustered on his floor, and he was a bit intrigued about her reaction as she didn't seem to process what had happened yet. "I really am sincerely sorry, but if you're so distraught you won't take my hand can I ask what I can do to extend my apology?" His voice was husky rough but smooth like whiskey, just like when you take it, it burns and leaves you raw and wanting more though there was obvious sarcasm and playfulness in his tone, but that jaw dropping smile and dimple dented in his defined cheek was still present as he gave her an amused look.

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Camilla was in a rush to make it to her appointment on time. She was meeting with Amanda to see about one of the openings at West Industries. She knew it was only a preliminary interview but she was hoping to make a good impression. Camilla was in one of her friend's dresses and heels which was not a good idea since she wasn't the most elegant of women to begin with. Camilla got to the elevator and watched as the crowded elevator slowly started to loose those that had gotten on until she was on the last floor and had to use the privet elevator to get up to the last floor. She stood there as the soft elevator music played. As soon as the doors opened she went to move out and instead bumped into something tall hard and hot. Camilla felt her bottom hit the elevator bottom and she looked down to make sure the dress she was wearing wasn't ripped or up past an acceptable level on her legs. Once she figured out she didn't break anything, like an ankle then she looked up at what had knocked her down and her gut twisted. She bit her lip feeling the air leave her chest. Her eyes widened and she was amazed at the man that stood above her speaking about something.

This man before her looked like the god's sculpted him out of perfect marble and then brought him to life only to bring desire and sadness to womankind. Because surely a man like that was married as soon as he turned 18. She swallowed as she focused on the words he said. He was saying sorry. But this had been entirely her fault. She shook her head. "No it was me. I'm sorry..." she whispered afraid of her own voice that might betray her to this man. She cleared her throat as he got smart with her. She squared her shoulders even though she was still on the ground.

Camilla took his hand and instantly regretted it. His touch sent shockwaves to her stomach and then caused her knees to shake even before she stood. She was grateful he actually helped to lift her up. She hadn't expected it and ended up falling forward into his arms a deep blush finally spreading from her ears to her nose. She used her hands on his chest to right herself again. She bit her lip and stepped back once more. "Sorry. Excuse me. I should have worn the flats." she said and laughed kind of nervously. Though it was a shockingly sweet laugh. She looked down composing herself before she stuck her hand out to introduce herself to him fully intending to shake his hand again already having forgotten what his touch did to her before it was to late. "Camilla Dyer." she said in her her melody voice and quickly took her hand back smoothing out her dress. She smiled now fully intending to ignore the ache that that dimple caused in her chest. "I'm here to meet Amanda for a preliminary interview." she said and looked around the man to see if she could see Amanda but he was standing so close that she couldn't see much of anything but him.

His large hand compared to her small one, he gave clenched it gently as to avoid hurting her and pulled with ease as he carefully pulled her off the floor his other hand tucked in his pant pocket, though not for long as she practically tumbled into him for a second time. He could hear his hard abdomen pressing an "oomph" out of her as his hands grabbed her waist steadying her, the same smoldering eyes that first placed eyes on her curiously placed at the pink blush that had spread across her adorable look. Though he was smiling, it was obvious one wasn't usually placed on his beautiful face that was so empty. There was just a natural coolness to him, so confident and icy cold. There was nothing out of place. This was a pretty typical reaction of women to him, but he could tell this fall was definitely not intentional as some psychotic women had been towards him. "No worries, are you alright?" His firm grip on her waist was released as he looked down at her hand outreached to him. He took it and gave her a funny look as she seemed to try to peer around him and avoid his intimidating gaze. It only made him want to step closer so she would actually make eye contact with him, and pull her chin up so he could look at her face. "Jameson. I work here." he said in such a relaxed tone leaving out the 'West' in his name. Did she have no idea he was the actual chief executive officer here? Perfect. "Amanda is just a clerk to Mr. West. He's the president of this building and company. She does lots of errands for him and is usually considerably busy. She will definitely be hard to find." He looked down at the impressive marble floor and sleek interior. "I just seen Amanda actually, and I think she is with another interviewee now that I think of it. Mr. West is probably heading to a meeting right now, but if you're looking to reach Amanda I can get one of the receptionist's to take you up to his office now and speak to him yourself before his meeting. After all, Amanda only works for him." Jameson suggested tucking one hand casually back into his pant pocket as his scent of cologne and just pure masculinity had already been left on her after their tumble.

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Camilla nodded as he asked if she was alright. "Yes." she said softly and was both concerned and thankful when his hands left her waist. It made her knees stop shaking but it also left her without support. She was hoping that one of the other women int he room would come and save her but they oddly seemed glued to their chairs. Maybe because of this man too?

Camilla smiled as he said his name. It was a fitting name. She nodded listening to this man's story of Amanda. She remembered Amanda mentioning it before over their many phone conversations. He must work closely with her... oh unless this was her husband. Camilla looked down at his hands and noticed no ring which only confused her more.

Camilla listened to Jameson started to talk about her seeing Mr. West and she looked up slightly panicked before she faked calm and confidence. "I am sure Amanda would want to see me before we bother Mr. West with my presence. But..." she bit her lip as she thought about it. It would be a bold move but it would also probably assure her the job if she pulled it off that was. Working here for a few months would set her up for anything she wanted to do as long as she got a recommendation from Mr. West. "Alright." she said and looked up at him determined as a fire sparked in her eyes as she smiled a dazzling smile. She wished she had picked the other dress that Lacey had been trying to talk her into now. "It can't hurt just to introduce myself before his meeting." she said.

Camilla knew this was was not going to be an easy meeting. She had heard from Lacey how intimidating Mr. West was but Camilla really needed this job. Not for the money no so was still living pretty well of her savings but for the amazing opportunities it presented. Camilla looked at Jameson realizing that he was leaving her and a small flicker of sadness banged in her chest but she had to focus now so when he said farewell she replied in turn with a warm farewell. She turned to the receptionist that looked puzzled and kind of amused at her.

Mel, the receptionist from earlier stood up. A tight knee length business skirt and tucked in blouse showed off her tall slim figure, her almost black bob shorter in the back and longer in the front complimenting her blushy cheek line. She was beautiful. Jameson leaned close to her, with that same confidence and even though he was close to her with his lips, Jameson let off a sexy aura without even touching her. Then, with that Jameson adjusted his dark grey jacket and pressed a button on the elevator. Mel walked so casually in heels towards Camilla. "Ms. Dyer?" She said, reaching out a hand with perfectly manicured fingernails and soft velvety dark skin. "My name is Mel, and I will be assisting you to Mr. West's office." though so professional, Mel's eyes drifted to Camilla's tits and ass not seeing what Mr. West was seeing. When she had gotten the job, she did not get to meet Mr. West until 1 month into her internship. She shook Camilla's hand, and walked with a feminine stride to the elevator next to the one Jameson had went in. "This way please." She said clearly as one long fingernail clicked on the star and the doors open. Stepping inside, she closed the doors once Camilla was in. "Are you in for an interview, Ms. Dyer?" she turned to her and smiled and though fake, it was one of those fake smiles that still looked real. It was a matter of professionalism.

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Camilla smiled and shook her hand. "Thank you." she said and walked over to the elevator with her. She looked over at the woman raising an eyebrow. The scrutinization had not gone unnoticed. She felt like she didn't belong here. Camilla bit her lip. Yes she was plain but still she was a good worker. Camilla only hoped that Mr. West felt the same way. Camilla couldn't believe that the woman acted as if she had not overheard everything she had been talking to Jameson about. "Yes." Camilla said and gave a fake smile right back. Her phoniness did not fool Camilla. Normally she would have insisted to be called Cami but she was liking Mel less and less the longer she was with her. Camilla was glad when the doors of the elevator opened. She walked out after the woman and looked around amazed. It was so bright and beautiful up here. Mr. West seemed to only surround himself with the best.

Once Mel took her to the office doors and showed her in the woman left. Camilla looked around as she waited for Mr. West to show up out of the obviously very privet elevator at the other side of the room. Camilla looked up at some pictures on the wall looking relaxed. She smiled softly. She knew she should be mentally preparing for this interview but she just couldn't help but get lost in the pictures before her. Camilla turned hearing something behind her. She froze her eyes widening. What was going on?

Mel ran her hand through her sleek hair, her fingers run down without a single knot in her hair. "Good luck." She said politely, reaching towards the door as her finger tapped something that buzzed and a switch was flicked. "Mr. West, Ms. Dyer is here for her interview. Thank you." Then, the switch was flicked off. "Mr. West will be with you in a moment." She turned to Camilla, turning back towards the elevator as the doors closed and went down. It was oddly quiet on the top floor unlike the hustle and bustle of offices and people on his other 40 some floors, but it was so beautiful you could hear sounds playing in your head. Glass panels surrounded the walls of a breathtaking view down that could give you shivers, and his privacy glass and a door though not transparent it was easy to tell that the inside matched the hallways littered with windows.

Jameson laid back in his office chair as it squeaked just lightly under his weight and rolled over to the sleek modern bookshelf behind him. Picking through file after file, he pulled one out and set it on his massive desk which looked brand new despite having had a lot trauma to it... from... other things. Jameson opened the folder reading on his client as he heard a buzz and the unique voice from Mel came through. Hm. Ms. Dyer was here. Jameson slid off his jacket and set it across the leather sectional in one area of his office as he made his way to the door. Opening it, he looked in mock surprise. "Ms. Dyer, what a pleasure to see you again. Come in. His lip twitched into a hearty smile, but it was quickly taken aback. "Call me Mr. West." he said, biting his lip his eyes flaring with amusement and seduction. "Watch your step. I know what you're like in heels." he teased. It was unprofessional, but what was this anyways? He couldn't hire her, there was no way, and yet here he was inviting her to his office.

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Camilla walked looked over Jameson and bit her lip. "You don't happen to have a twin by any chance do you Mr. West?" she asked her voice soft as she stayed where she was quiet aware how her legs shook. He tricked her and she knew it. When he denied having a twin she moved over and carefully passed him in the door. She was close to him but not touching. She could smell him and it sent aches into her stomach but she kept walking into the room as she moved into the sunlight from the window. She looked out the window a moment before turning her eyes mad and scared. "And I highly doubt that one encounter in my heels gives you any indication what I am like in them." she said her voice cool and collected. She could see now that there was no chance of getting this position. He was a cruel man. Why had he invited her up here then if not to give her a chance to get this job. She could guess it had something to do with how he liked to play women perhaps but Lacey had never said anything about him being with women in the media. No he was a very privet man and the only images of him in the media are the ones he allows. She knew Mr. West was the most illegal bachelor in all of America and perhaps in North America. He was rich, handsome and single to the best of anyone's knowledge. But all Camilla could think was how pissed off she was that he hadn't introduced himself as the head of West Industries down stairs. Then she could have saved herself from this humiliation.

"What can I do for you Sir?" she asked her voice curling sweetly but secretly angrily around that last word. Camilla could see that the smile she had seen earlier was a rare treat and she wondered now what kind of man he really was. She was sure that she was one of the few that met Mr. West without first passing Amanda's rigorous hiring process. Camilla knew even if she had prepared for this she would have no idea what to say. Her body was shaking in a way that she could hardly hide. Whether it was because of her anger, fright or attraction she couldn't tell. She was thinking it had to be a mixture of all three. Camilla wasn't sure if he was going to actually continue on under the pretext of hiring her or move onto something much more primal and pressing. She wouldn't do that here... would she? No not like this, but maybe just a kiss. Her mind was wondering and she had to bring her focus back to Jameson.

j"No, I don't have a twin, Ms. Dyer." He said with a hint of amusement but it was drained by the look in her eyes. He could see the lust that any female specimen had when they looked at him, but there was something else. "Oh trust me when I say I am good at reading people." Yet true, he was unreadable his expression blank not allowing emotions through and not allowing himself to be read. If he played poker, there was without a doubt he would be a fantastic player.

He sat down and rolled flooring, resting his elbows on his desk as he leaned towards her staring her down the shade of his eyes matching him so perfectly. He felt a shiver run down his spine at his use of the word 'sir', but he was collected enough not to allow a flinch, a blink, a movement. She looked beautiful despite looking slightly flustered and upset. It was intriguing, this women. "I was told you're in for an interview with Amanda?" His eyes twinkled with humor again. "Well, actually, my twin told me you're in a interview with Amanda." Jameson wanted her to look at him, and when she did at his dry dad joke he gave her a reassuring look and nodded. It was easy to imagine those eyes looking at him as she panted for me beneath him. God, he had to stop. He could feel blood rushing, and remembered what he learned from his anger management classes years ago. Breathe in, breathe out. Think about your sister, think about your mum. Jameson looked down as he thought, then looked up at her just a moments of sadness whispering through his eyes so quickly before he contained himself and cleared his throat. "What were you looking to interview for? Unfortunately, West Corporation is currently only looking to hire an accountant to record advertising expenditures, but I'm sure there is something I can do for you."

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Camilla looked back out the window as he decided to play games with her. She only barely caught the hit of sadness there in his eyes. She tilted her head to the side but it was gone and she couldn't think of what it was so she looked out the window honestly enjoying the view but also enjoying that her not looking at him annoyed him so. She looked up as he teased her about the twin. She narrowed her eyes a moment but the way he looked at her caused her to relax and she nodded. "Yes I had an interview with Amanda. She was talking about a receptionist job. Though if you only have an accounting job then I'll interview for that." she said and moved over to his desk with surprised eloquence and took a seat across from him. She leaned forward. "Though I must admit that I was not prepared for this. So I did not bring a copy of my resume like I should have." she said and smiled sitting back and crossing her leg over the other. "I have my BA in education but I have another in business. I am sure with a little help I could easily adapt to the demands of this job Sir." she said and placed her hands folded nearly in her lap.

Camilla was so nervous but she knew she was doing fairly well at hiding it. She was prepared to interview on anything as long as she was here and already flustered she might as well. She had thought this would be a quick meeting and talk about her qualifications but it seemed to be dragging on. Though if she was honest with herself she wanted to stay and get to know him as much as she wanted to run away from him. He was as cold as the marble he seemed to be made from but there was something in there she could feel that was hiding away. "Though you seem to be a man that values honesty so let me explain what I want to work for you. I don't have a lot of experience in anything but I have done everything. What I need is a strong recommendation from you. Now I realize you are a business man but I am not one to give up easily. So before you write me off I have a proposal for you." she said and looked him in the eyes despite what they did inside of her. "Three months. I only need three months and an adequate recommendation based on my performance. If I did well then great we can leave on good terms. If I didn't you won't have to go through the trouble of firing me. What do you say Mr. West?"

"It is a lot of finances, Ms. Dyer, and I think a BA in accounting rather then education would be fitting. But, if you like art by chance, we could use a receptionist at the Royal Sophine Gallery. It's my art escape, and I could get you a job there if you would like that for three months." He offered. "It's near bus route 40 if that gives you an idea on it's whereabouts. A recommendation will be no problem with me assuming you're patient." Jameson stood up from his desk and strided to the same bookshelf where he was before. Slowly, he took a clip of papers out and made his way back to her running a quick hand through his chocolate brown hair the touch of his fingers messing it. He set the paper down, then slid it forward to her. "Application." He explained as he leaned over the desk watching her with curiosity his eyes locked on her without hesitation.

"Do you drive, Ms. Dyer?" He asked and before she could reply, a the same sound of Mel's voice came on after a buzz. "Mr. West, a client is in the conference room. Whenever you're ready." Jameson sighed, going to the door and holding a switch similar to the one Mel flicked earlier. "5 more minutes please, Mel." he said and went back over to the desk.

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Camilla pursed her lips at his doubt in her abilities but she understood. Though she was surprised when he offered her another job at one of the businesses she was sure he was invested in. She mulled it over as she listened to him. She watched his hand mess up his hair and it made her desperately want to reach out and smooth it back. He slid the application to her and she looked at it then back up at him. She smiled as her eyes met hers. "I don't think you're going to like seeing me leave. After all three months isn't long at all." she said and carefully reached onto the magnificent desk and she took the paper. She didn't know how to respond to his next question. Of course she did but how he spoke made her think he was asking an entirely different question. Thankfully Mel's voice came through on a speaker and Camilla stood. She grinned at him and offered her hand for another shake knowing it was the professional thing to do but it also felt so selfish. "Well that is an interesting question Mr. West. I assure you I am capable of getting to where I am needed. Amanda has my contact information and I will come back with this application after lunch. I assume that will be enough time for you to call Royal Sophie Gallery and arrange a meeting." she said and smiled softly.

Camilla hoped that she could at least spend three months at least working vicariously with Jameson. She was thinking now how he said that the place he was sending her was his art retreat. Did that mean he liked art or that she was a piece of art, maybe even both. Camilla tried not to think on it to much but with Jameson all she felt she could do was think to much about everything he did and said. She didn't know what it was about him, perhaps it was the mysterious way he looked at you making you feel as if you shared all your secrets and he was a stone wall revealing nothing about what was on the other side. Camilla smiled softly ready to be out of his office and out of his gaze. She needed to be outside.

Jameson cocked his head, a serious look on his beautiful face and even as she reached for the application his eyes didn't look at what she had picked up but held her stare. Jameson took her hand, giving it a squeeze and shook it. "It was a pleasure, Ms. Dyer. Thank you for stopping by, I look forward to having you as a part of my team considering you accept my offer." He let go of her hand, but narrowed his eyes as she avoided his question. "Capable maybe, yes, but safely? I cannot say I am a huge fan of bus transit if that is the route you're going." He led her, and strategically let his hand rest on the small of her back for a moments second as he strided forward to beat her to the door, his hand twisted around the knob as he opened it. "That's plenty, but no call necessary. You're hired." He grinned at her letting loose his breathtaking smile something to look and melt at as he followed her out the door.

"It's a long ride down Ms. Dyer, can I accompany you?" he offered as he cuffed his white dress shirt like he'd done it a million times as the result was perfect showing off his arms. He pulled the watch lower on his wrist and looked at the time. "I've got time to spare for you." He said, in such a poised form like his time was something that was not given away generously. "If you would like me too." He added, leaning towards her inches apart as his hand tapped on the main floor button on the elevator before he went back to his own personal space having a small laugh inside at the effect he had on her likewise all other straight women, but she in particular was stubborn as she hadn't attempted to ask him out yet.

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Camilla could feel him staring deep into her and she wondered what he saw. She was shocked when he actually said she was hired. Camilla grinned as he got in a fit over the bus. Shelved and smirked but her breath caught as his hand was placed on her back. She was entirely aware of his proximity. It was hard not to be. She looked up at him and tilted her head as he turned the knob. "I'm not entirely sure my safety is your responsibility. But I will do my best to drive carefully Sir." she said and smiled the same dazzling smile as he said she was hired. "I look forward to being on your team as well Mr. West." she said.

Camilla stood by the elevator as he showed off. Why did those words cause her to shake. He had time for her that was nice but it wasn't a big deal... was it? Her breath stopped and she bit her bottom lip as he leaned in and touched the button. She inhaled as he stepped back. She couldn't think but she slowly exhaled letting her bottom lip go. Camilla looked up as the elevator dinged. "If you would like to see me to the down then I have no objections to you joining me." she said and mentally smacked herself. She had meant to say the his presence wasn't necessary but yet here she was asking him to come with her as long as he could spare. Camilla knew a small enclosed area all alone with him was not a good idea. His sent was already filling her nose and sending aches to places she did not want to think about in his presence. She stepped into the elevator as the doors opened and moved all the way to the back pressing her back to the wall. She needed the support and she did not want Jameson behind her able to do who knows what. She smiled as he stepped in and the doors closed behind him. "So I will bring the application back at one. Is there someone you want me to leave it with?" she asked her voice hushed in the small space.

"Good." He said, happy in the fact that she wasn't taking public transit. As they got out of the elevator, a small group of women all dressed the same with nametags similiar to Mel earlier awaited with gaped mouths as the doors opened between them and Jameson and Camilla. Jameson pressed his lip in, that same dimple appearing and he nodded at them. "Mr. West." They all greeted almost synchronized. Jameson nodded again, his masculine voice calm and polite as he spoke. "Good day." He set his hand on the curve of Camilla's back giving it a gentle push as they went through the tall skinny modelish women. Leading her around a corner, they were back to where they had met earlier and he went to the main front of the door. Mel was back at the front desk, her dark eyes looking up in brief admiration though her attention was ignored. "Well, if you say so, Ms. Dyer." He gave her a soft look.

Jameson stood at the sliding doubled paneled doors as they opened automatically, and he lead her out. "One is great. I will see you then." He said, answering her other question without addressing it showing her he was attentive.

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Camilla looked at him as he said he would see her at one meaning he was going to personally take the application from her. She looked over his face shockingly. "Sir..." she said not about to dare say Mr. West as all those other girls had. It made her feel sick how those girls had fawned over him. But yet he had hardly seemed to notice. She shifted from one leg to the other before using one of her hands to gently moth down her dress again. "It was nice meeting you." she said as she stood outside the sun catching her hair and revealing all the complexity to her brown hair. She smiled softly and stepped back. "Really Jameson it was." she said and smirked before turning and heading out into the parking lot. She walked briskly and again with surprising grace in those heels that had with Jameson's help caused her to fall earlier. Camilla got to her car and opened it up. The old car roared to life in a sputtering and sad way. Still she slowly pulled out and drove off her heels in the seat next to her. She had to tell Lacey everything but for now she was going to go to a coffee shop and fill out this application before lunch. She was hoping Lacey could meet up with her at their favorite little place just down the road from he gallery. Camilla secretly knew where the gallery she was going to work at was. She had walked by it many times wishing she had a chance to stop in and look around and now she would get her chance. She was glad that she hadn't revealed how excited she was.

Camilla finished the paperwork just as Lacey called her on the phone. "Hey hun." she said and finished a gulp of her latte. "So umm will you meet me at the little place we love on Copper drive? I have so much to tell you. I only have tell one." she said and laughed grateful when Lacey agreed.

Camilla showed up at the little restraint and got a table on the patio. She smiled and ordered water and Lacey's favorite drink as she waited for her to show up. Camilla had let the application for the job she was already hired to do in her car. Camilla had the shoes back on and was half tempted to ask Lacey if she could buy them and the dress off her but that would just be stupid. Camilla looked up as she heard Lacey and she smiled standing and hugging her friend as she got to the table.

Jameson inhaled a breath of fresh summer air, turning to her. "No, the pleasure was all mine Ms. Dyer." he said, giving her a look of farewell that said it all. He observed her smile, so sweet and innocent and he wondered what she was like in bed. Snapping out of his thoughts quickly, he leaned on a post and watched as she made her way to her shitty ass car. He was surprised it was still running, and in that moment he wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and drive her home properly but she was not his, and therefor not his to scold as tempting as it was. It rumbled just barely starting, and as she pulled it into drive it rumbled some more. Jameson lifted his brows in surprise. God damn, it was definetly not safe. He'd rather public transit then that. Shaking his head, Jameson made a mental note to remember to bring it up as he turned around back to his building and into the doors.

Lacey showed up in a cute denim bustier dress, a white purse slung on the crook of her arm as she went through the doors of the cute little restaurant loaded with character. Her eyes landed on Camilla, and she tsked at her friend. "Cam, you look freaking hot." She said, setting her bag down on the opposite booth as she returned the hug her arms flying around her neck. "Tell me about it!" She squealed taking a seat watching as their drinks were set down. She swished her Pina Colada and took a sip, biting into the pineapple slice.

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Camilla giggled as she sat and relaxed knowing she was safe here with Lacey. Lacey was her best friend and they where closer than sisters. "I met him Lacey. I had an interview with Jameson West... And he hired me to work in that gallery I always wanted to be a part of!" she said and squealed lightly. Camilla giggled and blushed her ears and nose turning red and the light pink shade on her cheeks. "You'll never guess what he is like. He's so hard to be around. Let's see how would you put it..." she shrugged. "Well I thought of describing him like a perfect man carved out of marbles by the gods and put on earth only to create lust in women everywhere. It is so hard to think that he is not married I mean with every girl throwing themselves at him. But he is a smart ass. He likes to play games." she said and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Still Lacey he is amazing. Actually I bumped into him on my way to see Amanda and I fell. He practically picked me up so I fell into him and let me tell you that under his shirt he is perfect." she giggled and shook her head. "Anyways he pretended not to be the big dos he was and then had his receptionist send me up to his office. I was so terrified. But I made a deal with him that if he gave me three months he wouldn't regret it. He pretty much hired me on the spot!" she said. "That's why I have to go back at one to finish the paperwork and everything. I think he was hoping to personally take my application. It's like some strange dream." she said and chuckled. Camilla didn't date often because she honestly didn't think men saw anything worthy in her and if one was brave enough they where usually scumbags and she sent them away. The truth was that she intimidated a lot of men and even though Lacey had tried to tell her many times Camilla never thought she was the kind of girl hat guys fell in love with. "Anyways he walked me down to the parking lot and he kept putting his hand on the small of my back... I'm telling you never before has someone's touch caused me to tremble Lacey." she said and bit her bottom lip before taking a large drink of her water needing to cool down.

The waiter came and Camilla ordered a hamburger and a salad and fruit. "I am so hungry. I forgot to eat breakfast again." Camilla chuckled and finished her water thanking the girl that brought her another. "And while I work at the gallery we can meet here more often and talk. I just know there is going to be so much to say because I have a feeling working for Jameson West is not going to be easy."

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Lacey took a sip and licked her lips, smiling and acknowledging before Camilla threw a bomb at her. Lacey sputtered, choking on her her Pina colada almost instantly as she took a napkin from the table and wiped her mouth. "Cam..." She croacked followed by another cough. "What the fuck do you mean you met Jameson West? Are you for sure?!" Lilith trembled in excitement for her friend, reaching over and tugging on Camilla's wrist. "Oh my god." She said, as a blush appeared on Camilla of anyone. Camilla was not one to get flustered so easily. "You cannot be blushing." She gasped. "You met Jameson West. You totally met him." She shook her head and put her napkin down in shock, before her bright big green eyes stared up at Camilla in admiration. "Tell me, hot as the photo or what? How did you react?" She said as Camilla started on her story. After she finished, Lacey practically melted in the booth. "Jesus, Camilla, I can't believe YOU. Why didn't you tell me on the phone? Of course he's a smart ass, he's a god who gets what he wants, and it ain't just the looks either. He's rich as fuck, Camilla. Do you have no idea who he is? I had to do an assignment on him in college for my economics class." She giggled. "I, just... Can't believe you. Cam, get on that!" She squealed. "I just love you. We will meet here everyday you work and we will sit and talk for hours everytime you see Jameson West. I am in love with him, he's literally the hottest guy I know. You luck bitch, if I wasn't in University I'd be begging him for a job too." She chuckled."You will do fine girl."