A/N: Words in this story may be a bit... over top, i guess, for some of you. Apologies.
Continue reading if you'd like. :)
ELSA P.O.V!
His face didn't leave the road in front of him. He drove, silent and concentrated, with one hand and the other placed by his side. He wore shades but they didn't take away the color of his icy blue but bright eyes. He now had on a white shirt, colored a navy blue on the elbow length sleeves and bottom and top stitching; it didn't hug his body but you could still see the muscles. His bagging, multi-pocket khaki pants fell a little off his waist and his adidas navy blue sneakers matched his shirt perfectly. Geez! I thought. This man doesn't need to be so hot!
"I'm not gonna` jump you." He stated, killing the silence we had for about minutes. "Let's get that straight. I don't do anything with my managers."
"Uh," All I could do was blink. "I never intended you to do so."
"Well, by the way you were staring at me, I would say differently." He looks over at me as we come to a stop light. "1) You're my manager. 2) You're probably too young 3)You're most definitely not my type." I narrowed my eyes at him then gave a stank look by lifting up a side of my mouth. Is he throwing shots at me!?
"1) I never said I wanted you to do me. 2) I don't want to do anything with you other than to work 3) You are most definitely not my type either!" We were only inches away from each other's faces. He and I just started at each other until he heard a beep from the car behind us. He rolled his eyes before getting back to the road and driving.
"Pick a restaurant." He demanded, turning the car down a less crowded road.
"None." I don't want to go anywhere anymore. "Just take me home."
"You're boss gave me money to take you out and I'm not gonna spend it on myself." He gave me a quick glance. "And we do have to talk about business."
"What business?" I asked. "Mr. Haddock already told and showed me everything I need to know."
"But I don't know what you will and went do for this job. It sounds strange but I've had a couple of my managers do everything fit me while others do little. I always talk to my managers personally before writing with them."
"Ughhhhhh!" I let out a loud groan of annoyance. "Fine, Royce Gaffinis!" Suddenly a smirk asked on his face along with a chuckle from them. "What's so funny?"
"First time a girl ever asked me to go there." He said, turning again. "I'm very fond of that place."
"Oh same." I started feeling a little awkward. I found it weird how we just shifted gears do quick; weren't we just in each others faces? Is this guy bipolar?
"We'll be there in a minute."
We sat in the back tables, were people usually don't pay attention to you. But, with someone as handsome as Jackson, of course all the attention was placed on him. I guess I couldn't argue with them since I understand why they were all staring: He was a super hot, celebrity looking guy in a regular looking restaurant. I wonder how they would react if they found out he was a pornstar that's done over 50 chicks.
"Is something bothering you?" His question dragged me out of my observation. He gave me a blank expression but spun his thumbs around each other like a preschooler.
"No." I answered and grabbed the menu set next to me. He just kept his fingers spinning as he looked around the restaurant. "Is something wrong with you?"
"Huh?" He put his sights back onto me, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow: A man does not need to be this perfect!
"Your fingers." I stated. He looked down at them confused.
"I do it when I'm thinking deeply. It's a habit I can never get rid of."
"Oh." I left the conversation at that since I didn't really care much as to why he did it: I only asked because it bothered me. I continued to look at the menu, trying to ignore his gaze that was still on me. I lifted it up and made a wall between us, still feeling his gaze on me. "What?"
He let seconds go by before answering again. "How old are you?" I took a glance up from my menu and saw his deep blue eyes flicker with curiosity. I looked back down at the menu a little embarrassed: I'm probably way younger than Jackson.
"25." I say, keeping my eyes on the menu. I here him chuckle. I look up from my menu, setting it on the table in the process as well. "What's so funny, Jackson?"
"You're not that young." I gave a questioning face as he took hold of the menu and opened it. "i swore you were at least 21."
"A manager at 21?" I gave him a dumbfound look. "Do you really think a 21 year old would want to be a manager?"
"I don't know. I'm not 21." A smirk was placed on his face as he gave me a playful glance. is he playing with my emotions?
"Whatever, Old man." I said and picked up my menu again. "You wish you were 21."
"I was 21 two years ago." I paused.
"What?"
"What?"
"Repeat that again."
"I was 21 two years ago." He peered up at my wide eyes in shock and, again, chuckled to himself. "I'm 23. You're the old one here."
"Stop lying." I didn't change my expression. "You're like 28."
"Am I?" He smiled playfully as he kept his sight on me.
"Yes!" I looked at my lap then back up. "Right?"
"Right." His smile got bigger.
"Wait, What?" I blink confused as hell: How old is the bastard!? "Jackson! Stop fuckin' with me!" He burst into fits of laughter, dropping the menu on the seat and holding his stomach. I glared at him as he tried to gather himself back together. I took a good look at his face: Even when he's laughing like an idiot he was attractive and sexy... I hate myself for thinking of something like that right now.
"Damn, You're really funny." He picked up the menu, still laughing a bit as he fixed the way he sat. "I'm 27. And that's the truth."He gave me a handsome smirk. "And you can just call me Jack."
"No thanks. I don't want to get friendly with you." I said, attitude in my voice.
"It's not not getting friendly. I just don't like the name Jackson." He said. "I'm telling you to call me that, not suggesting it."
"Just because you tell me to doesn't mean I will."
"See, this is why I wanted to have this Brunch." He said, placing one elbow on the table and his chin in that arms hand, his other holding the menu. "We need to discuss what you will and won't do."
"Is it really necessary for this?" I say. "I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't do. Simple as that."
"The only thing I wouldn't do is take my life." I glare up at his sarcasm. "So I guess you'll be doing everything for me, huh?"
"You're name shouldn't be Jackson, It should be Jackass." I crossed my arms and leaned back into my chair. Once again, he laughed but not as extreme as last time.
"Would you do the director for to get me a gig?" He asked me with a playful smirk.
"I am a women of high virtue, Jack. I have to many morals to do something like that." He nodded.
"Would you pay money to get me a job?"
"Jack." I said. "No dirty work. I'm doing this like any other manager." He shrugged.
"My last Manager did a lot for my job. I guess she's not like any other manager." I lifted a eyebrow, and leaned over the table.
"Well, I'm not her." He smiled even bigger.
"I like you, Elsa," He said, all his attention on me. "I look forward to working with you. I think it'll be fun."
"Fun?" I said, irritated. "I'm not here for Fun. I'm here for work." He chuckled. Why is he laughing so much now? He was so mean at the filming...
"That's why it's gonna' be fun." The conversation ended like that when a waiter came over.
As she asked us what we wanted, us telling her we needed more time and then her taking our orders for drinks, I took another good look at the people in the restaurant. Every girl and there mother was looking at us. Yes, us. They gave him a dreamy look and me pernicious daggers. I ignored them, still looking around the restaurant and I found some guys giving him a look or desire as well. SOME OF THEM EVEN HAD THEIR GIRLFRIENDS RIGHT ACROSS FROM THEM! They gave me a sad look, as if to say I wish I were you... Or is it a 'I wish I was female' Look? A question popped into my head when the waiter set our drink on the table.
"Hey, Jack," I began as the man began to walk away from our table.
"Mhm?" He grabbed his glass and began to take a sip of his red wine.
"Have you ever done a gay film?" Wine spat out his mouth the second I finished the question. Lucky him, not one drop touched me; I would've flipped! He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth.
"What!?"
"Have you ever been butt fucked by a guy? It's a very simple question." I smile a bit as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"What would I look like doing a gay film?" You could hear the irritation in his voice.
"Well, I wouldn't know. Mr. Haddock and Barry said you'd do any film." My amusement couldn't hide itself. I had the goofiest smile on my face.
"When did they say this!?"
"Earlier, before you started acting." Suddenly, a image of his... thing... fully out came into my head. Ughhh, porn is such a turn off. Why do guys like it so much. I tried to get my mind off his member but, again, it pops up. But, I must admit, it's an impressive size.
"Stupid bastards." He said under his breath. I giggled then took a spin of my dry martini. He gazed up at me as I took my sip.
"Something wrong with my face?"
"Uh," He said, staring at me with a unreadable expression. "No. Let's just get our orders." I nod and everything falls silent around us.
The dinner was actually kind of fun. We made a couple jokes, argued a bit (but playfully) and enjoyed the food as well. We talked about our jobs as well as other things. Like why he spins his fingers when he thinks, which is because when he was younger and got into trouble he would spin them as he thought of an excuse he could use. Surprisingly, Jack was very childish and Goofy; that's very surprising to me since, in the beginning, he looked completely unfriendly and mature. Even when the waiter came back a couple times he acted like a goofy, arrogant guy and it was pretty funny. We laughed, we got along...
"I had a nice time." My mouth let my thoughts slip out.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself." He said cheerfully. "We should do this again. It's actually pretty fun."
"Uh," I look at him for a second then at my lap. Managers and Clients don't need to get so friendly. "Us being friends ins't necessary." Jack sighed, letting his shoulders fall down as his eyes stayed on the road he drove on.
"Look, Elsa, I get that work is very important to you but," He glanced at me for a second, his blue eyes shining brighter in the sunset sky of the background. "Us being friends won't hurt your work ethics. Matter a fact, it'll probably benefit them. You need to loosen up." I cringe at his last statement. 'loosen up'? I glare at him.
"I'll loosen up when I know I can. Right now isn't one of those times." I say, angrily. He sighs again, taking another one second glance at me. I turn my head toward the window, ignoring his eyes presence on my back.
"Elsa, look at me." He commands. "Elsa," I curse to myself for not being able to refuse and turn my head enough to see a glimpse of him. Suddenly, one of his hands is in front of me. I stare at it for a second then at his face. "We're friends. Now shake my hand." I stare at him some more. You've got to be kidding me. "Shake."
"Ughhhhh," I groan as I take his hand tightly and shake it. He smiles.
"Great. Now, tell me your address, friend." He said in a overly cheerful tone.
I told him where I lived and he got there in less than 20 minutes. within those 20 minutes was silence, other than the bad pop music playing on the radio, with the exception of 2 or 3 songs. When we got to my house my sister and her Fiance sat out on the steps, talking. I thought of my sister seeing me get out the car with Mc-hotie Jack. I sighed his frustration at that. When I get out this car, my ears are gonna' be attacked by questions and accusations. I turn to jack, seeing him eyeing the two on the step.
"This your house?" He asks. I nod. "Who're they?" He put his eyes on my now.
"My little sister, Anna, and her fiancé, Kristoph."
"Your sister got a fiancé before you?" I heard a hint of curiosity and surprise in his voice. I look up at him, questionably.
"Why is that shocking?" I asked, eyebrow arched.
"Because," He paused, giving me that same blank look he gave me when I asked him if there was something wrong with my face. "You're Elsa."
"And that means?" I asked, same expression still on my face.
"Never mind, It doesn't mean anything." He opened his door and got out, leaving me confused. He then walks around the car and opens my door, putting his hand out for me to grab. "C'mon, time to go home." I looked at him and, for some reason, a smile started to edge up my lips. I grabbed his hand and exited the car, smiling at him.
"Why thank you, sir Jackass." We both laughed. "Nice of you to act like a gentlemen."
"Well, why not end the night on a good foot." I giggle and his grip on my hand tightens. I look at him and his beautiful blue eyes seem to become serious. He stares at me until Anna shouts hello to me.
"Coming home late I see." She says, a bit mischievous.
"I'll be right there, Anna!" I said.
"You have an energetic sister." Jack comments. I nod.
"Yea, she's a hand full." I reply, looking over at Anna as Kristoph takes hold of her waist and pulls her into a kiss. "And, in a couple mouth, she won't just be my hand full." I smile lightly at the two. I couldn't help but feel bitter sweet about their relationship. I'm completely happy about the marriage; I mean of course I am! My sister found love. But I felt bitter seeing their love since all the romances in my life ended scaringly bad for me. And I've only been with two people before. Must be nice.
"I bet it is." Jack says. Did I say that out loud? "It's nice to see love nowadays."
"Geez. You really sound like an old man." I giggle. "But you're right. It's nice." I gave a last glance at the two love birds on my steps then looked back at Jack. He was starting at me with that unreadable face once more.
"I'm sure you'll find a nice husband soon." He said, keeping that same face. "You're a lovely women." He then left me standing as he walked back to his car door. "I'll call you. I got your number from Hiccup." He enters the car. "See you later." He smiles.
"Uh," I'm stuck frozen. "Y-yea." Then he drives off.
A/N: Soooo, thanks for all the reviews and follows! Surprised that I got some in the first place so thank you.
The next chapter will be Jack's POV and after I'm writing in 3rd person. Might do some Elsa or Jack POV`s along the road but most will be 3rd person.
Hope you keep reading! Thanks.