See through the light and shadows

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Camilla smiled and chuckled. "I would say he is hotter than the pictures. There is just something about being in his presence." she shook her head trying not to swoon. "I tried to keep my cool. I think I passed because I didn't drool or squeal or anything else ridiculous." she said and laughed then frowned thinking of all those other girls. "I wanted to surprise you and it was just to good to tell you over the phone. I know who he is now. Women throw themselves at him all the time Lacey!" she said and laughed. "I am not going to be one of those girls but still I can't deny that he's hot." she said and giggled. "Besides I didn't beg I bargained for the job. And you can't love someone you don't know Lacey." she said and shook her head. "But yeah it was really surprising. I'm telling you Lacey there is something about him that no one else knows. I just can't put my finger on it." she said and got that far off look she always did when she was thinking really hard about something that had no real answer. Camilla looked back at Lacey and smiled. "Anyways if he has everything being all hot and rich there is no reason he needs me. Besides it's a bad idea to date the boss." she said and chuckled. "Even if it is only your bosses boss." Camilla said and looked up thankful as her food was delivered. She started to eat. "Now tell me about your day and don't you say nothing." she said wanting to change the subject and hopefully get the image of Mr Jameson West out of her head. Camilla moaned softly as she bite into the burger again leaning over her plate as some of it plopped out of the back. Camilla wasn't the most lady like girl but she wasn't a slob either. She was the girl that all the guys in high school called the perfect mix of best friend and hot girlfriend. Not that she knew that though.

"You passed because you're hot, too. When's the last time you've had fun just for the fun of it? Who cares if he isn't known to be long term. I like my one night stands the way they are." She smiled and sneaked a fry from Camilla's plate. "Damn girl, surprised I am. You really really got me." She grinned cheekily and nudged Camilla under the table and when she looked up, Lacey winked. Rolling her eyes, Lacey leaned back and groaned. "Who can deny hes hot? No one. He's a babe, and you met him, and he's famous, and he's rich. You've basically met a celebrity Cam, and I am proud to call you my best friend." She said in a teasing tone. "I'd die to be you."

Snickering, she sarcastically shook her head and whined some more. "Nooooo, tell me about Jameson." She pushed, but then flipped her hair over and took a sip of her drink. "My day, was boring as hell compared to yours. I think I found a new boy toy, his names Troy. We can both spill our sorrows to eachother, no commitment, just easy fun casual sex. Plus hes cute." She giggled. Lacey had her fair share of heartbreaks, and since recently she decided to be a 'new Lacey' and has been living on one night stands since.

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Camilla laughed and shook her head. Lacey was always saying she was hot but it was the other way around Lacey was so stunning with her long legs and perfect golden blond hair. "Well it wasn't that big a deal really Lacey he's just a guy, rich and handsome aside I am sure he is like most men." she said and chuckled. "I haven't met Troy yet. I want to hear more about him. Come on Lacey it was just an interview with Jameson West it really wasn't to much to talk about. I still don't get why you're going on the sex only road again. You remember how that worked out with Stephen." she said and shook her head remembering the sad sloppy pj pants that had been out for at least a month. They where Lacey's break up pants and it always meant ice-cream and tissues followed by a two month cleanse and over exercise before Lacey started to date again. "Besides if he's nice then why put a box around it? It could go somewhere." she said. Camilla didn't do one night stands. Infant she hadn't slept with a guy yet... at least not to have sex. She fell asleep with a few boyfriends and made out a lot but other than that the only experience she had was from listening to Lacey go into way to much detail. Camilla finished her food and pushed the rest over to Lacey who had been picking off her plate anyways. She sighed and finished her water before she leaned forward and looked over Lacey. "I know you have your system but I am just saying this because I love you Lacey." she said and sighed looking at the time. "Oh shit!" Camilla laughed. "I got to go!" she said and plopped out a few bills and winked at Lacey. "Wish me luck." she said knowing she was going to be running into the building again. She didn't know what it was today that really had her off her game. Camilla kissed her cheek and ran out the door.

Camilla ran into the West building and slowed down seeing she was right on time. She walked up to Mel and smiled. "Hey so I don't know where Mr. West wanted me to put my application." she said leaning against the counter standing on one foot impatiently as she hooked the other behind her thigh. She shifted after a while as Mel looked at her. "I'm sorry you probably don't remember me. "I'm Camilla Dyer." she said and smiled secretly hoping to see Jameson but on the other hand would be relieved if she didn't see him.

"It is a big deal." Lacey objected, "And don't pretend he is like other men. He is an unreal man, and I think this job is exactly what you needed. Like me and Troy." she smiled sweetly, though a flare of excitement had her eyes lit up. "We don't speak on Stephan, he didn't use a condom." She narrowed her eyes angrily at the thought, remembering when she freaked out and forced Camilla to run to the closest pharmacist and grab her Plan B as she cried on the bed in panicked tears. "And I love you, too. Don't get too hot and bothered." Lacey shook her glass, pushing out the last contents of the coconut sweetness as she folded her napkin and set the empty glass down. When Cam said she had to go, Lacey stood up and pulled her in a squeezing hug. "Wish you luck. Pfffft. You already got the job." Lacey winked and waved as Camilla gathered her belongings and fled, not long after leaving in her cute Volkswagen beetle back to their apartment.

Mel looked up from a stack of papers she was signing, and as the telephone rang she took the call, transferring it to line 4 before hanging up. "What can I do for you?" she said, reaching out for the application. "Oh perfect, I can get this faxed to him right away for you." she said and took the application, heading to the printer located just behind her as she put the paper in and started punching in numbers. "Nice to meet you." She smiled and though still fake, it lifted up her defined round cheekbones. She shimmied and pulled her sleek skirt down slightly as she waited for the printer to load, tapping her long nails against the printer as it clacked, but was soon interrupted by a dangerously sexy voice. "No need for that, Mel. I can take it." Jameson walked with confidence as he leaned over the tall glass front desk, folding his elbows across the top as he watched Mel. Even his eyes on her caused Mel to instantly go quiet, her fingers trembling just slightly as she took the paper out and handed it to him. "Here you go, Mr. West." She sneaked another glance at Camilla and pure despite jealousy had replaced her dark professional eyes. Jameson nodded, took the sheet and looked it over, and when he looked up from it he was staring right at her. "When would you like to start?"

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Camilla smiled softly as she leaned against the counter waiting. That was until she heard him. She felt her pulse quicken. She swallowed down the nerves and turned. "Good afternoon Mr. West." she said as he looked at her application. She smiled as he looked at her and got right to the point. She felt all shaky again and she would have thought that it would have passed but he was a sight that never seemed to loose it's wonder. "I can start when you need me." she said her eyes meeting his wishing she could see inside that wall he put up. She felt like the only one in the entire building when his eyes where on her. She knew it wasn't true but it did something inside of her. She liked it and was also terrified by it. Camilla knew she wouldn't see Jameson at the gallery a lot maybe a few times but not everyday and she was grateful for that. "I am eager to start though." she said wondering if she got a hint of something there in his eyes but she couldn't really quiet put her finger on what it might be. Camilla bit her bottom lip hoping she might be able to at least meet who she would be working with today but she was guessing that she would have to wait a week or so. Lacey was so right about one thing, Jameson was not an ordinary man. It was a big deal to be in his presence but still she wasn't about to let him know that and inflate his ego even more. Nor was she going to admit it to herself. She was there to work for him and get the reference she needed to set up her career.If you could work for Jameson West you could make it anywhere, or that's what they said at least. Camilla ran a hand through her hair tossing it as she waited for him to decide what to do with her. The anticipation and the way he looked at her made her pulse continue to quicken. She wondered if he noticed, she was sure it had to be obvious. But she didn't realize how she actually came off was actually quiet calm and collected.

"Good afternoon yourself." He gave her a cheeky look, and looked back down at her application. He folded it in half, then again to form a square and slysly lifted his jacket and tucked it in proceeding to take a step towards her as he took in her scent, studying her. He knew she was nervous the moment he stepped in, her eyes avoiding him and looking down though she wasn't trembling liquid for bones as their first encounter. "You're eager to start, hm." He turned his full undivided attention to her, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the beautiful office as women walked back and forth carrying papers and boxes, all long legs and heels clacking against the marble floor. "How does today sound? Can you fit that in your schedule? I'm sure you're very busy and have people to attend to." he crossed his arms and hovered over her awaiting her answer.

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Camilla felt her legs give an unsteady shake as he stepped closer. She took a deep breath and she steadied. He looked at her with those eyes like there was really something to look at and she blushed looking down a moment. Never had just a glance made her feel so beautiful. She looked up as he asked his question and she smiled that dazzling smiled as she looked up at him from under her lashes but she still couldn't breath so she whispered. "Yes Sir." she kept his gaze defiantly seeing something before as always it was gone in the blink of an eye. Camilla smiled and nodded gently. "Today is perfect. I had only made plans for this today." she said her voice now back to it's normal level though still soft in tone. "Besides you're the boss you make the schedule." she said and looked at his crossed arms finding it amazing that even that simple act he probably did all the time showed off his amazing arms that made every woman in the building want to be held. Camilla wondered if he would take her himself down to the gallery or if he would send her to meet someone there.

"Great. Ready to go?" he turned to Mel. "Cancel any meetings until quarter past 2." She nodded, her bob bouncing with her nervous movements. "Yes of course, Mr. West." Mel said, as Jameson turned back to Camilla. He took back his question as he answered it himself, because she was definitely not ready to go. "Did you already eat? Where is your jacket? Mel will fetch it for you." he said, running a hand through his hair once again messing it up as he slung on his jacket and adjusted his tie. Jameson flattened the sleeve of his suit, then fished his hand inside and when he took his hand out of his pant pocket a single key and a small key chain of a hay bale holding it together. He looked at it for a moment, before clutching it in his palm and closing it into a fist and his eyes met hers again. "We will take my vehicle. I am doubtful yours will be able to leave my building safely."

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Camilla was completely surprised. She looked at him watching him as he shocked the woman who nodded trying to process what he said just as she was. He was canceling meetings to take her to her job? What was it about this man? "Yes I had lunch with Lacey..." she said surprised by the questions and therefore slipped saying her friends name instead of just saying she had and asking why he was asking her. "My jacket?" she looked at Mel. "It's in my car." she said and looked back outside at the sunlight. She didn't need a jacket. "Mr. West." she watched as he messed with his hair and yet perfected himself at the same time. She shook her head and looked at the key curiously. She watched his hand close over it and she looked up at him meeting his eyes. "Hey... now my car is perfectly safe." she bit her lip and looked away. "Mr. West." she added as if ashamed of her outburst but she liked her car. It had been a graduation gift from her mother. Camilla found herself giving up her keys to Mel who soon returned with her jacket looking flustered and confused. Camilla blushed and took her jacket then looked up at Jameson. "Sir I don't know if all this is necessary." she said softly.

s "Lacey?" he asked. "Ms. Dyer, you shouldn't be leaving your jacket in your car." His eyes followed her's to the path of the sun, and he frowned. "For your own good, I think from here on out you should be taking your jacket with you." He said, and though polite and professional it was screaming bossy in every which way possible. He was a boss. Jameson chuckled and let out a snort at her comment. "I wish I felt the same way about your mode of transportation, but I still do not give the least of my trust in that. We will take my vehicle." Mel pretended to be focusing, but it was obvious she was shocked by his actions. Jameson himself was quite confused. He shouldn't be here with her, offering her a job on the spot, and as horrid as that vehicle looked it wasn't his responsibility. He bit his tongue when she spoke again, holding his blood from rushing to his dick in that moment. She was sweet and gave off a purity when she spoke, avoiding his icy gaze and 'siring' him and 'siring' that. As into it as he was, it had to stop or he was going to plow her right there in the conference room, but the no worker moral had been set the moment he got into business. "What makes you think this isn't necessary?" He asked curiously, throwing his keys in the air and catching them, his eyes once again drifting to the keychain before connecting back with hers.

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"Yes my friend Lacey." Camilla said and looked back out at the sun then back at him with complete confusion. She didn't even know what to say as he kept going. Damn she hadn't realized working for him would also be a life change. She hugged her jacket to herself feeling speechless. She wondered if other women felt this way in his presence all the time. She watched the keychain and bit her lip. Camilla wanted to shrug now because she had no reason why this was wrong but somehow she knew it was. He was her dos not her boyfriend but she was not about to dare say that. "I am not sure." she finally answered. "I guess if you are taking the time to do this then it is of necessity." she said and was glad when he finally started to walk out the building. Her legs where shaking once again and she followed behind him bitting her lip and looking down as she did. Camilla was so confused right now. There where no guidelines for her to follow and nothing could have prepared her for this. Lacey was going to flip with this new information. Once they got to his car she slipped in and looked around. Of course he owned a car so beautiful. She buckled up and looked over at Jameson. He was so close in this car and he smelled so good. She felt as if she reached out and touched him that he wouldn't be real but more like a dream that she should wake up from but didn't want to. Never had she had someone even roomily concerned for her. She had always been what people considered independent and that meant she was safe but he acted as if she was a child still learning what safe was. Camilla looked at him watching the brief laps in his stone wall where something more shown through. It was the mystery of him that she wanted, the puzzle and deep down if she was honest with herself she felt a brokenness that she wanted so badly to fix by any means necessary. Camilla wondered what was on his mind right then but she doubted he would tell her. "Sir If I might ask more about my job. What exactly is the range of my responsibility?" she asked. Some companies also used secretaries as their personal assistants which she never had minded before and with the gallery she kind of hoped to do more than direct traffic and the flow of calls.

"Jameson leaned over and opened the door for her to his beautiful sleek black Porsche. Closing the door once she was inside, he went to the other side and crawled it closing the door, his presence instantly filling the interior of the car with his scent and strong demeanor. He set his key in the cup holder and his vehicle instantly started. Leaning over, he pulled his seat belt over his abdomen and buckled it in. "Put on your seatbelt, Ms. Dyer." he said, waiting for her before he made any indication they were leaving. "Just give visitors an indication of what each paintings about, like a tourist. Answer phone calls, book appointments and gatherings. Someone will show you the ropes, there is no need for concern." he said encouragingly. Once she had her seatbelt buckled in, he faced forward and changed the gears pulling onto the busy city streets. Jameson turned to her once with a smoldering sexy gaze that was not intentional. "Are you new to the city?" he noticed she was looking out the window in partial awe at the beautiful place they were in.

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Camilla was glad she was going to be a part of the exhibit too. She loved to talk about art and learn about it. She only hoped she could do it the way it was needed here. That meant a lot of studying which made her smile. She hadn't been challenged in a while. When he asked if she was new she looked over and nodded. "Yes. Lacey and I..." she blushed. Camilla really couldn't hide anything from this man when he was so close. "We just moved into a little apartment pretty close to where we are going. To be honest I have walked past the gallery before and wanted to go inside." she said and smiled. "There is a little restaurant down there too that we love. It's where we meet for lunch." she said and blushed even harder. He had asked a simple question and she was giving him everything. She bit her bottom lip and looked back out the window. "I think it is beautiful here." Camilla loved the downtown feel but she wasn't only talking about the place but him as well. He was a sight to behold and she knew she would never be able to really tell him. He was her boss and when he would no longer be her boss in three months then he would have no interest in her. "So do you decide which art goes into the gallery?" she asked wondering why he loved the little gallery so much. She could tell he did because he was coming with her and there had to be more reason than just for her. She wasn't the kind of girl men did crazy things for. Now Lacey she was a girl that all the boys wanted. And Camilla couldn't blame them because she was beautiful, smart and she came from an entitled family. Camilla came from a divorced family that where on the entire other spectrum from Lacey's. It was why she spent so much time wit Lacey in high school. Camilla smiled Jameson softly as he started talking about the gallery. He held her full attention and it felt so nice.

Stopping at a red light and a large flow of city traffic, Jameson took the moment to observe her again, finding it amusing how flushed she was getting. "You live near to my gallery?" He said slightly surprised. "Close enough to walk to work?" he asked, turning his eyes back to the road as a green light appeared. He was a good driver, going speed limit and able to merge and stop at the right times but the real thing that really brought peoples attention was the Porsche itself, other drivers looking at the luxury limited edition vehicle and not able to stray their eyes. It was one of those things everyone knew was for the top of the wealthy, and the person inside must be either famous or rich as hell explaining the curious eyes wanting an explanation for the beautiful car.
Jameson pulled into the large parking lot, finding a good space pretty close to the gallery. "Wait a moment here." He said as he got out and paid his parking meter, walking back to the vehicle looking like a breath of fresh air going to her side and opening the door. "You ready?" he offered his hand

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"Not exactly within walking distance. Though I could run there if I really needed to. I do sometimes but I would take my car." she said noticing briefly the hope that she could talk to the gallery. Camilla smiled softly and looked at his profile as he drove. She looked back out the window after a while. She was about to get out as he said to stay in the car a moment. She unbuckled and watched him walk so confidently over to the parking meter. She bit her lip as he came back to her side of the car. He opened her door and she tilted her head slightly to one side. She hadn't expected that. "Yes." she said and took his hand feeling the shock run through her again. She wished he felt it to but she knew better than to think that he did. He was handsome, rich and so much above her. She got out and grabbed her jacket just to please him. She let go of his hand and hid it under her jacket that she held in front of her. "Mr. West you never did tell me how you select the art for the gallery." she said and walked with him.

He lead her out, leading her up the curb looking down at her with that look as he opened the door to the gallery. The smell of fresh wood filled the unique room, posts about a meter away from paintings with signs everywhere warning "NO TOUCHING". His eyes scanned the large room, moderately filled but nothing crazy. "I select art based on what I like." He said. His response was so straightforward... so him. It was unusual that most of the paintings were abstract. "Come with me." He said, as they walked through the gallery doors. The women at the front looked up in surprise to see him. "M-Mr. West." She mumbled. He nodded and placed his hand on Camille's back, urging her forward past the admission to face the pretty ginger tourist guide, her hair pulled back in a tight ballerina bun. "Meet Camilla." Any ones name rolling off his tongue was enough to send shivers, therefor hearing it for the first time. "Camilla." He turned to her his eyes locking on her's lingering, enjoying the unstable sweet look she had. She seemed nervous, still. "Camilla, Angie. She manages my gallery." Angie pulled out her hand, a sweet smile on her face. Her fingers trembled slightly, though her composure was oddly not matching the nervous energy that glowed off her. It seemed his presence didn't get by anyone no matter how hard they tried. Angie shook Camilla's hand, then retreated in small quiet steps behind the desk to a backroom. Jameson gave her an encouraging look. "Over there," He said, pointing to a massive 10 foot painting. "That is my favorite painting." The background was completely pitch black, and a neat symetric white picket fence ran across the center of it. That was it. He looked at it, and turned away.

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Camilla felt suddenly enchanted at the smell of the gallery as the doors opened. Of course he picked them out himself. Camilla felt his hand on her back again and she inhaled sharply. She looked up at him as he said her name. He said her name again and she shivered before looking at the woman. She smiled softly. "A pleasure." She said. "Please call me Cami." she said and shook hands with the woman feeling the effects of Jameson even on this woman. She looked back at Jameson as he moved her through the gallery. She looked at the painting he said he favored and she wished to stare at it to know it more but it only took but a moment to take it in. She felt so privileged to have been told this was his favorite. It was very vulnerable to share such a thing with a stranger. Paintings told a lot about a person. "You are a very bold man Mr. West." she said and looked from the painting to him. She knew that he knew that but she wondered if he would ask her why she would say such a thing. She did admit that it was a very bold thing for her to say but here in this gallery she felt empowered and she knew she was going to hate leaving this job. Perhaps that is what she wanted to do with her life. Camilla smiled softly and looked down before looking back at the painting her head tilting to the side as her eyes searched the canvas. This painting revealed more about him than he himself did and it was amazing. "A painting tells a lot about the person that adores it." she said and blushed her ears and nose again turning colors brighter than her cheeks. Camilla looked up at him. "My apologies. I got swept away." she said and smiled that dazzling sweet smile. She was sure he had more to say and tell her as well.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her. "A bold man? That's interesting Ms. Dyer, I've never been called a bold man by an employee before." He grinned entertained by her comment. "It does, but you need to understand a person before you understand the view. No one sees what I see. I like that about art, because all you see is a black painting with a fence." He bit his lip, his private life obviously not something many knew about. "This way." He lead her around a curve of a wall, more paintings lining a brick wall the same red ribbon keeping people a distance away. An older couple walked by, mumbling about the paintings quietly to each other. The atmosphere of the gallery was even quiet, just admirers coming in to look at paintings. "No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong." He lifted his watch to his blank eyes. "Angie will show you the ropes. West Corporation is excited to have you." He turned around, and with that he was out the door.

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Camilla frowned and looked down. She did not just see a black canvas with a fence. She felt so much more but after that she was not about to correct him. She followed him looking at the painting. When he said she didn't have to be sorry she knew he had closed off. There was something about the way he went that she knew she had done something wrong. Camilla bit her lip and watched him for a while before she moved over to Angie. She had no idea how she was going to get home in these heels. She would have to call a cab or Lacey perhaps but for now she was just looking forward to spending a few hours on the job training. "Angie... Umm Mr. West didn't tell me your last name. All he said is that you would show me the ropes. So I am ready to learn." she said and smiled. It was hard to consider being away from the paintings and actually doing receptionist jobs when she only wanted to stare more at that picture that Jameson pointed out to her.

Angie tilted her head, closing the book that she was reading tucking the bookmark deep in the crease. "You look... memorized. Mr. West can get any girl wet over a look, we all know it and we all have tried, trust me." Angie said honestly, smiling kindly her red lipstick puckered which flattered her deep crimson orange hair. "Pfffft, you don't need my last name girlie. Just call me Angie. I'm excited you are excited to work. I'll teach you how to run the ticket booth." She urged Camilla to go behind the till, and she did. Angie showed Camilla where everything was located like the bracelets and a printed sheet of all the pricing in case she forgot. She taught her how to run the phone, and how they had to deal with mail directed to the Royal Sophine art gallery. "It's a pretty easy job, but sometimes we have to run errands connected with the office which is a lot more work then I'm used to." She said and let out a breath like she was exhausted. "So tell me, how is this job looking so far?" Angie leaned on the desk, noticing it was dark and almost time to secure the art gallery and check surveillance cameras.

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