See through the light and shadows

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Camilla looked at Angie surprised. Sure Jameson had an effect on her but she wasn't trying to go there. "I..." she sighed figuring that Angie wouldn't believe her but this was something she would believe. "I don't think Mr. West would ever date an employee." she said and then nodded as they got to work. She smiled at the end of the day when they where finally talking about everything else. "This is going to be great!" Camilla said and chuckled. "I have been looking for a job that would give me a bit of a challenge and I think this art will." she said looking back at the one painting remembering what he said. She believed the opposite. Camilla bit her lip. She knew that she should stay away from him but he was such a mystery and if she got the change yes she wanted to know him better. She knew if she ever did know him the painting would only add to her knowledge but for now it told her that he was guarded and he was had a darkness in him. Now if that darkness was perceived or real was up for debate but not by him. He was a confidant man that was not going to change so easily unless there was a good reason and he hadn't found a good reason yet. Camilla looked back at Angie. "So who's Sophine and why did Mr. West name a gallery after her?" Camilla smiled softly wondering if even Angie knew.

"No, neither do I. I don't think he dates, period. Google him at any award show, he will be the only guest with no escort." She said with a hopeless look on her face. Angie hopped up on the desk swinging her legs. "It's challenging, but at the same time it's relaxed. I think you will really like it." She smiled. "I know I love it. I love being able to show people the art in here, and it's all very pretty art." She said. Her eyes glanced at the antique clock hanging on the wall. "Closin' time. Let's go check the cameras and close the doors." She taught Camille how to run footage on the computer and shut the automatic doors. Once finished, Angie grabbed her spring jacket and slipped it on twirling her keys on her finger. "Do you need a ride home?" she offered, noticing Camie seemed at a lost of what to do. Fingers tapped on the glass door, and Jameson stood outside looking eat-able in a long sleeve henley and jeans. Angie's eyes darted to Camies. "Oh my god, I'm gonna lose it. Twice in one day." She gasped, running to open the doors. Jameson strolled in, light cologne and the natural scent of himself lingered. "Angie, Ms. Dyer." He greeted. Angie seemed composed, but it was obvious to any other female from the twirling hair and batting eyelashes she was fighting an internal battle. "Mr. West, what are you doing here?" she asked, sitting down at her office chair so her legs didn't fall beneath her. He was that much like a god. Jameson turned to Camilla. "Let me take you home, I drove you here and it's my responsibility to take you back." He said, blank blue eyes dark in the dim lighting.

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Camilla nodded. "So I have heard." she said and smiled. They closed up and she was trying to think of how best to get home. Angie offered her a ride which she was about to accept. Camilla jumped at the tap on the door. She looked over at Jameson and she bit her lip. He walked in and she felt surrounded by him. The darkness suited him. He didn't use her first name again and she wondered why. He used every other one of his employee's first name. She smiled softly as he offered her a ride home. "That is very kind Mr. West but I did need to retrieve my car from your offices." she said and went looking for her keys. It was then that she realized that she hadn't gotten them back from Mel. She bit her lip and looked up at Jameson. "Uhh it seems that Mel has my keys." she said and bit her lip. She never would have guessed that he would have had someone take her car home for her. Camilla was at a loss. "If it's not to much trouble I would be thankful for that ride." she said very much aware of Angie in the room yet at the same time feeling very much alone with him. "I will have to retrieve my keys and car later." she said though that was obvious. Camilla still held her jacket holding it at her waist just dropped over her arms but held so close to her like a barrier that would keep her up.

Jameson leaned on the desk where Angie was sitting. "Your 'car' is fine and safe at your apartment. I had it towed there." Jameson put a hand in his jean pocket casually his eyes holding her gaze as he pulled out her keys and tossed them in her direction. She caught them, and he grinned slightly. Angie looked surprised at what was happening between them and stood up, stepping around them towards the backdoor. "Goodnight Mr. West. See you soon, Camilla." she offered a sudden shy smile and stepped out quietly the backdoor shutting with a small click. "Ready to go?" He lifted her jacket by the hood, a sign for her to wear it and when she obeyed, he took the lead to the direction Angie had left and pushed open the door for her. Once outside, his beautiful Porsche sat pretty waiting for a drive. Again, he opened her door for her and let her slip inside, closing it and going around to the drivers side.

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Camilla bit her lip. He defiantly did not like her car. It was strange that he even cared. She gasped as he tossed the keys to her and she caught them with some luck. They where still warm. She blushed and tucked them into her coat pocket quickly. She looked up at Angie as she was leaving. "Cami..." she said but it seemed to be to late. Camilla looked back up at Jameson and smiled softly nodding. She looked form his hand to her coat before she slipped it on. She walked out with him her heels the only sound between them. He opened her door and she slipped in watching him as he moved around to his side of the car. She buckled in and looked at him as he started up the car. "Thank you Sir." she said softly feeling the atmosphere between them change. She shifted slightly in her chair reminding herself that she was probably imagining it. "How was your day Mr. West?" she asked making pleasantries as they headed off. She wondered if he knew where he was going. He had her address on file and had had her car towed there so perhaps he knew where to go. If he didn't he would ask right? Camilla crossed her leg carefully as she listened to the hum of the car. She wished for a second that her car would hum instead of make that awful knocking sound.

"It is my pleasure." he turned to her eyes gloomy. What the fuck was he doing? It was true, he really needed a good fuck but she wasn't it. He needed to fuck everything away, because every fucking thing was wrong in his fucking god damn life. Jameson pulled out smoothly, switching gears as they moved forward out of the gallery. He seemed to have a good sense of direction, as he knew exactly where he was going heading on just the right roads to her apartment. He heard her question, asking of his day but he didn't move or flinch or act like he heard anything at all. Just the sound of her, the smell of her empowered him and made him want to pull in a back alley and fuck her dry. God, he needed to stop and just fuck a whore already. He didn't know what he was doing here, why he was taking her home, or why he had her vehicle towed or why he didn't just get his personal driver to take her home. It was disturbing to him and made him mad that he didn't understand something so small. "It was fine. And the gallery?" He said after a moment. "Are you accepting the job officially?" he asked as he pulled up to her driveway behind her piece of shit that will probably get her killed.

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Camilla shivered as he spoke. She smiled watching him as the dashboard lights lit his face in perfect ways only disrupted by even more perfect flashes from he street lamps. What was it about him that had her wanting him so desperately. She knew better yes but her body didn't care what her mind said. He finally spoke and she tilted her head to the side. Fine, it was such a mundane word. She knew he was lying though she wasn't sure how or why. His day had been so much more interesting than fine. "The gallery is spatular. I am so excited to officially start. It is going to be just what I need... A bit of a challenge." she said and smiled that shy smile. He was officially offering her the job and she was more paused only to savor the moment of everything going so right in one day. "Yes Sir." she said and watched as they pulled up behind her car. She could see Lacey wasn't home yet. Camilla bit her lip. "I suppose if I asked you to come up for some tea and tell me more about the hours that you would decline. But then again you are very surprising." she said and smiled almost sadly. "If it pleases you then you can just send me the hours you wish for me to work." she said and unbuckled her seat belt and reached into her coat for her keys.

Jameson cocked his head to the side slightly. "I was going to help myself in, but I appreciate the invite." He said all seriousness and so strict. "So ya, I would like to come in for tea."
It was not hard to tell by that comment that what he wanted was what he got. He was a man of his word. Jameson unbuckled his seat belt too, and as always and never forgetting a beat he got out and opened her door. It was colder in the night, but nothing extreme enough to cause a ruckus. "I'm glad you're fond of the gallery." He said so simply, contrast to his not so simple self. Sure enough, her car was towed neatly into the small driveway like it had never moved. Jameson's eyes lingered on it for a moment, before going to hers. He leaned on the step railing, finding the apartment small on the exterior with hopes it was larger on the interior. "So who is Lacey?" He asked out of the blue, resting his arm on the railing his hair messy like he had run his fingers through it and broke the perfection that usually had his hair swept.

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Camilla was very surprised when he said he was coming in. "Oh... Alright." she said and got out walking up the steps to the door and opening it. She nodded more than happy to talk about the gallery some more but then he asked about Lacey which surprised her and she looked back at him thinking of who Lacey was and what would be appropriate to tell him. Camilla blushed and walked inside waiting until Jameson was in before closing and locking the door. There was a slight sing of jealousy knowing that Lacey would probably be more his type if he had a type that was. Lacey was every guys type. After all she was beautiful and smart and clever. The apartment though looked spacious and charming felt so much smaller with Jameson in it. "Lacey is my friend. Lacey Harp." she said knowing that her family had a very recognizable name because they had been in the media before. She knows you. Camilla thought to herself. She moved some of Lacey's things and tossed them in a basket kicking it into the corner. "Umm make yourself comfortable." she said and reached over as she stood on one foot and quickly pulled off the heel then the other leaving them by her favorite chair. She then shed her jacket and draped it over one of the chairs on her way into the kitchen where she could still be seen. "I hope Jasmine Green Tea is alright it's all we have." she said as she put on the kettle and grabbed two mugs rinsing them out and looking around for something to dry them with. She felt so unprepared for this. Camilla found some clean hand towels in a drawer and dried the mugs before moving to the pantry to grab the tea. She bit her lip and grabbed two bags plopping them into the mugs and leaning against the counter a moment before hoping up on it and gently swinging her legs. "Have you heard of the Harp Family?" she asked watching him. This had nothing to do with her new job but still the small talk was a pleasant surprise. It left her feeling completely unbalanced and defenseless. Jameson seemed to do that to her easily and that above anything else worried her. If he ever decided to play with her heart he could rip her into shreds.

"I don't mean to be intrusive." He explained as they moved inside. The first thing he noticed? Small. Surprisingly small. Jameson pulled up the sleeves of his henley and sat at one of her stools as he watched her grab some mugs and tea. "Jasmine green tea is fine." He said with a twitch of a small smile. How could she only have one kind of tea? Was she not able to afford it? His mind pondered, and if this was what she had for tea a spark of concern lit up in him for what she would have for food. He could tell she was still nervous, as he could feel her energy. His mind wandered to plowing her on the counter, imagining how she would like that, but instantly regretted his thoughts as he cursed himself mentally and again thought to what his psychologist and therapist told him repeatedly when he was having thoughts on his 'unhealthy way to relieve emotions and energy'. His blue eyes glanced around as he cleared his mind. He listened to what she had to say about Lacey, and it clarified to him that she was in fact not a lesbian. He had a pretty confident feeling she was straight because of the way she acted, but bisexual was always a possibility, and she spoke of Lacey quite fondly. Jameson was not about fucking for media attention at all. "Lacey is only a friend?" He asked again to clarify. She was acting funny since he had asked about Lacey. "Yes I have. I have made dealings with her father I believe, if we're thinking of the same Harp's. West corporations is an advertising corporation." He explained. "I have dealt with Mr. Harp on many occasions from what I can remember. Why?" he prodded, curious on why this specific topic seemed to bother her slightly.

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"No really it's fine. Lacey just leaves things everywhere." she said and smiled softly. Camilla looked at Jameson in shock at his question. Was he really asking that? She took a long time to pause frowning and looking down at herself. Did she look like a lesbian? Camilla crossed her arms and spoke. "Of course we're more than just friends. She's my best friend. More like my sister though." she said staring straight into his eyes. Like she said a bold man. She listened to him talk about Mr. Harp and she relaxed nodding. "It sounds like him. I think he has talked about dealing with West Industries before." she said and smiled. "Must have had good results." she smiled and jumped off the counter as the kettle whistled. "When people ask about Lacey I always ask if they have heard of the Harp's because they usually have then they realize who she is." She took the kettle off the burner and poured the water in the mugs. "Sugar?" she offered as she set the kettle back on the stove and turned bringing the mugs to his counter and pushing one towards him. Camilla wrapped her hands around the mug and smiled at him sweetly. She looked down into her tea before bring it to her lips and blowing gently. "The box says to let it brew for three minutes." she said in case he wanted the stronger tea. She liked to drink tea before it was done all the way and let it get more concentrated. She sipped her tea then set the mug back down. "So Mr. West please tell me what you're wanting as far as my hours." she said.

Jameson took in her words. "That wasn't intended to be offensive, Ms. Dyer." Once again, he was amused by her reaction. Jameson caught the mug that she slid over the counter. "All the people that I choose to invest in are good people. Which usually equal good results. I don't know him personally very well. Most of my relationships are per say strictly professional." Jameson gripped the handle of the mug, but made no indication to drink it yet. "How is 4 times a week? The shifts range from 8 hours to 3 hours depending on who Angie has to help. All the data sheets are with Angie, but I was thinking Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays plus the occasional weekend." Jameson slid the mug forward and leaned towards her to meet her gaze closer. He had a masculine effect on everyone. "Does that work for you, Ms. Dyer?"

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Camilla blushed and looked away. She figured it wasn't suppose to be but still she liked to think that people didn't even remotely see her as lesbian. It just made finding someone to care about that much harder. Camilla looked back at him and nodded. It makes sense that all his relationships would be strictly professional. "He's always been kind to me." she said. Camilla was glad then they started to talk about her job. She grinned and nodded. "I think that is fine." she said and smiled. "Though I would like to work most the events that the gallery has. It's a wonderful opportunity." she said and sipped her tea again. "I know Angie will be able to help me with anything I need. Already I feel pretty much prepared for tomorrow." she said thinking that she would like to also work Wednesdays but she knew this was only a trial basis employment. Besides a long weekend and a day during the week to give her time to run errands would work nicely. "Do you have any events coming up?" she asked.

Jameson leaned over and prodded her wrist. "You're blushing." He looked around, as if he was looking for something in particular. "I don't know if my twin brother is causing this, or if it's me." He teased, easing up the tension from earlier. "Oh wait." He held her gaze and tilted his head, smiling just enough to show his white straight teeth perfectly aligned matching every inch of his body. "I don't think my twin is here. It must be me." It made her blush more, and he took a drink of his tea and when he set his mug down, the smile was already gone and was replaced by his usual intense eyes and blank look. "No events recently. We only just had one 2 days ago.But, I will be sure to have you working during the next ones." He said. It was getting late, and certainly too late for him to be alone in a micro house with a beautiful girl, or should he say employee, especially when he had been so sex deprived considering his last submissive was just not doing it for him. Jameson looked up at her, and curiosity hit him as she avoided meeting his gaze again. "What do you have for food?" He asked.

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Camilla watched him curiously. He made a joke. She smiled and chuckled. His smiled was breathtaking. He teased her and she felt her cheeks burn as much as her ears and nose did. She looked down then back at him. She was never going to live that statement down. Still it broke apart his cold exterior. She sipped her tea too and watched him as he talked about events. She nodded happily. "Thank you." She said and looked at him until he looked at her. She looked away still feeling the result from his smile and the joking. It was amazing how so little was almost to much. She could understand in some aspects why he didn't do it all the time. He asked another strange question that she again didn't know exactly what to say for. "Umm where you wanting to stay for dinner? I was just going to warm up left over spaghetti but I make a pretty good baked ranch chicken." she said and smiled softly. She thought their pantry was pretty well stocked for the week. She knew it wasn't the meals he was probably use to eating but she was sure it couldn't be the worst. Camilla looked back at the kitchen only thinking now of how he would watch her cook and it only made her even more nervous and embarrassed than she already was.

Jameson shook his head, standing up his well built frame complimented really showing off the true figure of him from up close. "No, I can't stay. But I appreciate the gesture." Jameson grabbed his keys off the counter, being smart by observing for a sight of a fruit bowl or bread basket. He narrowed his eyes, confused at what kind of nutrition she was receiving. Her fridge was small, too likewise the living space. Jameson set his mug in her sink. "Thank you for the tea. I owe you a mug. It was nice conversing with you, Camilla." He used her full name, the words again coming out of his mouth in such a husky sexy tone. It was something about the way he spoke. Jameson helped himself out her house, and drove straight home. From there, he made himself a glass of rum and soda knowing already he wasn't going to be able to sleep. Instead, he walked to the breathtaking view of his custom made home the massive window stretching to the view of a lake and trees, some mountains peeked in the distance. Jameson finished his drink, setting the tumbler on top of the bar as he went to his office and worked before he passed out with his head tight in his folded arms at 4am, waking up only 3 hours later from a nightmare with a banging headache.

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Camilla smiled and nodded. "Another time then." she said and watched him. She wanted to correct him and tell him to call her Cami but she just couldn't. "Yes. Thank you... Jameson." she said and bit her lip watching the door closed. It was the first time she had said his first name out loud to him like this knowing who he was. Camilla sighed and finished her tea before she went to her room and stripped. She slipped into the shower and then ate spaghetti. Once she was done she laid in bed for a while thinking about Jameson. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. She didn't even hear Lacey come home in the middle of the night.

Camilla woke to her alarm going off and she sat straight up. She sighed and hit her alarm making it turn off. She smiled and then got ready for the day. She looked at her closet and frowned. She would have to raid Lacey's closet again. She never seemed to have the kind of cloths that she needed. Camilla sat at the breakfast bar drinking coffee as she woke up still in her robe waiting till she absolutely needed to get dressed before waking Lacey.

Jameson showered, letting the hot water run over his body as he placed a hand against the wall to steady himself as he tried to get thoughts out of his mind and stay focused. After about ten minutes, he got out shaking his head to get stray water droplets out of his thick brown hair and wrapped a towel around his waist. Jameson walked out into the kitchen as the breeze dried his torso and face. Jameson had already set his personal driver on a early morning mission, getting him to run to the grocery store and grab a load of different teas, some coffee, hot chocolate, a variety of juices and a carton of white and chocolate milk and have it delivered to her address, and checking by the time he should be just about done and on his way to her apartment. Jameson dropped the towel and pulled on briefs as he looked at his massive bed, beautiful with white cotton sheets and a matching white fluffy duvet and pillows. It could fit 4 people comfortably, yet there had only ever been one on that bed. Jameson finally dressed, pulling on a bowtie instead of the usual tie. He decided to take his Ferrari this morning, having to get the different keys. Jameson picked up his cup from last night as he made his way into the beautiful kitchen the size of a small home. Glossy black marble counters and a sleek metallic fridge was placed in just the right spots to compliment an rectangular island with matching stools and 3 linked lights above the island. Jameson debated on making coffee, but figured he would be leaving in a moment anyways. Despite the lack of sleep, he looked refreshed and always the same like a god. Who knew he never slept. Jameson checked his phone, seeing a couple missed calls and a text message from Miranda, his most recent submissive. It was a pleading message for her to take him back, that she'd let him cuff her and fuck her and spank her until she was red, ending with a note that she missed his beautiful cock and body. Jameson frowned, deleting the message instantly as he ran a frustrated hand through his damp hair. There was no chance for her now. Attachments were not his thing.

Lacey awoke to three knocks on their door. She moaned, rolling over in her double bed as she curled around her sheets snuggling into them. "Camieeeeeee, the door!" she screeched, sitting up and running a hand through her long blond hair as a knot caught between her fingers. Cussing, she got out of bed and whipped out a comb. Last night she had fucked Troy again, and then he decided it wasn't a good idea for her to stay the night so she had came in grumpily in the middle of the night. She slipped on a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants before leaving her room rubbing her eyes and yawning. She saw Camie open the door, and took a seat at the breakfast bar curious who it could be. When the door opened, a buff guy with a military cut and hair probably original brown with the odd grey hair stood at the door. "Delivery for Camille Dyer." he said in a low tone that matched his extraordinarily buff body. Definetly not your typical mailman. Lacey raised an eyebrow not expecting that. "Delivery?" she said confused, looking at Camie.

(sorry its so long girlie, you don't have to meet it's length at all lol... will try to shorten it next time :P)

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[No please never shorten it on my account! lol I love long besides it challenges me.]

Camilla bit her lip hearing the knock on the door. She wondered who it could be this early in the morning. Oh no what if it was Jameson. She looked at herself realizing she should have put more on underneath her robe than just her undergarments. She went to the door hearing Lacey tell her to get the door. It sounded like she had a hard night. Camilla looked out the peek hole and saw a well dressed man with a box. She frowned and stepped back opening the door. "Delivery?" she said back to him. "I didn't order anything. Are you sure you got the right address?" she asked and wondered if her name was on the door or something. "No Ms. Dyer this is for you." The man said and even being assured that it was hers she still looked at him funny. "From who?" she asked. "From Mr. West ma'am." he said staying very calm while she was getting more and more flustered. She felt like she was going to pass out. A package from Jameson. "Oh." she said and was going to grab the package when the man slipped past her. He set the box in the kitchen and she stood there looking at him and then at the box. What was it a uniform for the gallery? "Umm thank you... Mr..." she bit her lip. She hadn't caught his name. "Max Ma'am." he said and Camilla really felt strange that she seemed to be the only employee that Jameson didn't call by the first name. She might have to remember to ask him why but then again maybe it wasn't a bad thing because of how he said her name made her feel. "Thank you Max." she said and he nodded. "Have a good day Miss." he said and then made his way out the door closing the door and leaving Camilla still confused. Camilla looked over at Lacey and bit her lip the moved over to the box and opened it and gasped turning beet red. She didn't even know what to think. "It's obvious what a guy wants when they send flowers or chocolate but Lacey what do you make of what a man wants when he sends you chocolate milk and tea?" she asked and pulled out the two things on top. Camilla shook her head and set them down. "Umm will you put that away. I need to raid your closet again. I don't have anything to wear to the gallery." she said and slipped into her friends room and picked out a dress and it's matching heels. "Lacey and last night he came in for tea! But then he started asking about you and then..." she walked out of her friends room and sat down. "He asked if we where just friends like he was trying to scope out if I was single. I mean I don't even know what to make of this man. He's hot and cold in a matter of seconds. He smiles and jokes then is all business. "And he even asked what I had for food. Lacey I don't get it!" she said and hung her head feeling way overwhelmed by this. This man who seemed to care but then she knew that wasn't right. Why would he care? "And he never is seem with a girl by his side at any of the public events Lacey so is he taken or single or is he gay?" she asked and looked at her friend then the time knowing she had to get going but this was the strangest way to start her morning and she didn't know if she should talk to Angie about this or to but perhaps not. "Lacey tell me what to do." she pleaded to her best friend.

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Lacey pulled her hair into a ponytail tying it off with a black scrunchie as she narrowed her eyes at Camie suspiciously. "What the hell was that." she crossed her arms and smiled at Lacey with an adoring look. "No way." She burst into a small fit of giggles. "How freaking romantic. I'm so jealous though, Camie... Bring him here one night and let me meet him. I want to hug him and never shower again." She said, getting up and grabbing a box of tea from the pacakge observing it. "Mm, this sounds like good tea. Yeah, I'll put it away you go and raid my room." She smiled as she unpacked the large box of beverages. As Camie chilled, Lacey listened to her story and dropped the tea and turned her heel. "Wait, what? Was he here last night Cam?" Lacey's eyes were practically out of her head as she jumped and squealed. "Oh my god... you didn't do it, did you?" She said grabbing Camie by the shoulders and shaking her gently. "He is only the most wanted single man on this planet, Camie. Fuck, look at him. Does he look gay to you? Try googling Jameson West girlfriend. Lots of drama magazines speculating, but yet he never get's accompanied to any major event. He's falling for you, Cam. Oh my god." Lacey let go of Camies shoulders and put both her hands to her hair. "I say do it, Camie. Get to know him... Ya know, the usual. He's so rich and fuckable, and you're so god damn lucky. I'd die to be you." She said with a sad look in her eyes. "I would've jumped his bones, honestly."