Meeting Jaguar
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Amelia's stuff..
'This place is so big. Maybe I won't end up with that Triste guy as my owner...Jesus, I feel like I'm a black person living as a slave in the 1700s.'
Jake looked over at Egypt. She wasn't acting the way they usually did; she was acting like someone who wasn't worried, or didn't care.
Maybe she didn't.
Jake opened up a pair of elegant doors and Egypt stepped inside. She looked around, her mouth hanging open. The room was beautifully made; old trimmings on designs carved into the walls, velvet curtains hanging from a window, and it all looked like it had been handmade. Egypt began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Jake asked, a smirk on his face.
"My parents' bedroom is something like this room. The architecture, the royal look, the expensiveness...they would take one look at this room and think someone stole it from their house."
Egypt took a chair and sat down in front of Jaguar's unoccupied desk. She freely took one of the papers off the desk.
"Imports: Girl around the age of 17-23 needed. Get one ASAP." Egypt read aloud.
Jake dashed over and grabbed the paper out of Egypt's hands as fast as he could and placed it back on the desk.
"I didn't think I needed to tell you not to touch anything. But I guess I do." Jake said, giving Egypt a stern look.
"Sorry...force of habit." Egypt laughed.
"Just don't touch anything. Last thing you need is to get on Jaguar's bad side."
"I'll take that into consideration."
"Well, sorry to be off so quick, but I am supposed to be out of the room until Jaguar gets here, so I'll be outside." Jake stepped outside and closed the doors behind him.
Egypt waited for about half a minute before she heard voices outside the door.
"You got a new one?"
"Yup. She's in there waiting for you."
"Thanks Jake."
"Sure boss."
He was tall and handsomely built, darkly dressed from head to toe, his hair spiked slightly, his eyes as shadowed as his clothes.
"So, what's your name?" Said Jaguar, meeting her gaze.
She held his stare. She didn't want it to look like she was weak...that was the last things she wanted. "Egypt."
He stepped in front of her and leaned in, his breath brushing against her lips.
"Egypt? That's a beautiful name. Have you been there?" He held her chin softly
"If I had wanted to be hit on I would have gone to a club." She said their eyes still held firmly.
She was beautiful, that was for sure. And brave. She held his gaze longer than any human was usually able to; and her eyes, they were so beautiful being the odd violet color.
He didn't say anything. He was waiting for her to answer his question.
"And yes, I have been to Egypt."
"Did you pay for it?" He turned her face to the left, then to the right, studying her looks.
"Why do you need to know?" Egypt was confused. He was getting to know her, that wasn't what she expected. She felt herself finally drop the gaze.
He backed up and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk. "It's part of the job, answer the question."
"No, I didn't pay for it my parents did. They're very rich. They could afford to buy me a three million dollar house and not make a dent in their pocket change."
"So you never did any work? You paid people to do that?"
"Of course not. Just because they are rich doesn't mean they started that way. They started just like everyone and made their way to the top. We never had any maids or anything. We did our own work. Cleaned our own rooms, pools, and kitchen, even the toilets. You're being stereotypical, just like everyone else."
"Gotta check. Just so we know you can do manual labor. Otherwise the only good you do is being a bleeder...what else can you do?"
"Well, I am creative and like making my own clothing designs..."
"You sew?"
"Create, sew, and make it look good." She said with a smirk.
"She could work at the clothing shop." She heard Jake suggest behind her.
"That is if Nicole (the shop owner) has enough money to buy her." Jaguar responded.
"What about your intellectual level?" Jaguar said, his attention back on Egypt.
"I'm smart if that's what you mean. I had a 4.0 since 7th grade..."
"Your ok then." He said standing up, "Jake, please take her to the auction now. Oh, and by the way Egypt, if anyone tries to... discipline when its not needed come to me and only me, straight away."
A/N: ThanX. R&R.
