When Irina woke in the morning, the first thing she noticed was a weight
around her waist. She turned and saw Jack lying next to her, still
sleeping, his arm thrown about her waist. Knowing him to be a somewhat
heavy sleeper, she wasn't afraid to give him a gentle kiss on the lips
before moving his arm so she could get out of bed. She grabbed her bag off
the chair where she had left it the night before and went in to the
bathroom. She took the nightgown off, silently thanking her daughter; the
look on Jack's face had been priceless. She turned the water on and waited
for it to get hot before getting in.
About 20 minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and saw Jack lying on the bed, flipping through channels. "How long have you been up?" she asked.
"Just woke up," he lied. He didn't want tell her he had been up since he felt her move out of his arms. He was going to keep that to himself.
"Oh. You go take a shower and I'll order us breakfast."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "And how do I know you won't leave as soon as I'm in the shower? And should I really trust you to order me breakfast?"
"Jack, if I had wanted to leave, I would have right when I got up." He sighed; she was right, she could have tried to leave. But what she didn't know was that he could have stopped her since he was awake. "And besides," she continued, "You trusted me enough to let me make you breakfast yesterday. Why would you now object to me ordering it for you?"
He shook his head. "Just forget I said anything, ok? Go ahead and order breakfast. I'm taking a shower." He went into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Irina ordered room service and then settled on the bed to watch TV. She was flipping channels like Jack had been before, unable to really concentrate on what was going on on the monitor in front of her. Her thoughts were on the conversation she and Jack had just had. Why would he have objected to her ordering breakfast? She was trying to figure out exactly what was going on in his mind and it wasn't working. She was discovering that Jack Bristow was easy to read for some things and like a brick wall for others.
He stood under the water for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only 20 minutes. He normally didn't take such long showers, but today, he was trying to wash away the feel of Irina in his arms. And it wasn't working too well. He finally turned to water off, giving up on his personal mission. He stepped out of the shower, toweled himself off and got dressed. He opened the bathroom door and looked around the room. Irina was nowhere in sight. "Abbey?" he called.
"I'm over here, Samuel." He blew out a sigh of relief. He found her standing by the door, greeting the man who was delivering their breakfast. She tipped him and began wheeling the cart into the room. She put it by the small table in front of the window. "You actually thought I'd left there for a minute, didn't you?" She looked hurt that he could even think such a thing.
He seemed surprised that she would think he wouldn't think it. "I have to admit that, yes, I did." He knew this was going to lead to a fight. He couldn't feel it coming.
She tried to keep her voice low, but it just wasn't cooperating. To her, each word seemed to grow louder and louder. "I can't believe you, Jack. Do you actually think I would risk my chance to have a relationship with daughter like that? And I'm not so stupid to think that Kendall wouldn't give you a remote trigger for this ring I'm wearing. In fact, I bet you insisted on it, didn't you?"
About 20 minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and saw Jack lying on the bed, flipping through channels. "How long have you been up?" she asked.
"Just woke up," he lied. He didn't want tell her he had been up since he felt her move out of his arms. He was going to keep that to himself.
"Oh. You go take a shower and I'll order us breakfast."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "And how do I know you won't leave as soon as I'm in the shower? And should I really trust you to order me breakfast?"
"Jack, if I had wanted to leave, I would have right when I got up." He sighed; she was right, she could have tried to leave. But what she didn't know was that he could have stopped her since he was awake. "And besides," she continued, "You trusted me enough to let me make you breakfast yesterday. Why would you now object to me ordering it for you?"
He shook his head. "Just forget I said anything, ok? Go ahead and order breakfast. I'm taking a shower." He went into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Irina ordered room service and then settled on the bed to watch TV. She was flipping channels like Jack had been before, unable to really concentrate on what was going on on the monitor in front of her. Her thoughts were on the conversation she and Jack had just had. Why would he have objected to her ordering breakfast? She was trying to figure out exactly what was going on in his mind and it wasn't working. She was discovering that Jack Bristow was easy to read for some things and like a brick wall for others.
He stood under the water for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only 20 minutes. He normally didn't take such long showers, but today, he was trying to wash away the feel of Irina in his arms. And it wasn't working too well. He finally turned to water off, giving up on his personal mission. He stepped out of the shower, toweled himself off and got dressed. He opened the bathroom door and looked around the room. Irina was nowhere in sight. "Abbey?" he called.
"I'm over here, Samuel." He blew out a sigh of relief. He found her standing by the door, greeting the man who was delivering their breakfast. She tipped him and began wheeling the cart into the room. She put it by the small table in front of the window. "You actually thought I'd left there for a minute, didn't you?" She looked hurt that he could even think such a thing.
He seemed surprised that she would think he wouldn't think it. "I have to admit that, yes, I did." He knew this was going to lead to a fight. He couldn't feel it coming.
She tried to keep her voice low, but it just wasn't cooperating. To her, each word seemed to grow louder and louder. "I can't believe you, Jack. Do you actually think I would risk my chance to have a relationship with daughter like that? And I'm not so stupid to think that Kendall wouldn't give you a remote trigger for this ring I'm wearing. In fact, I bet you insisted on it, didn't you?"
