Do My Part

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Chapter Six

Jackson was sitting inside his apartment one night, just a few weeks into his surveillance of Lisa Reisert, perched in front of his laptop. He was watching the 'Lisa Reisert Show', courtesy of his hidden cameras.

She had stumbled into her apartment, weary and exhausted, and somewhat drunk. He had followed her to her favorite corner café where she had ordered a Sea Breeze. He had waited until she was safely in her car before he even headed home. He could not have someone kidnapping or raping her when he was supposed to be watching her.

Lisa had made it home in one piece and was now wobbling slightly as she headed for her bedroom. She was blissfully unaware of his intense gaze focused upon her through the lens of the cameras. She was singing some random song very off-key as she went through her nighttime routine.

Jackson watched her carefully as she yanked a pair of pjs from the drawer. So it's the blue ones tonight, huh, Leese?

She had unknowingly picked out his favorite pair. The blue pjs had a silky top with a v-scooped neck and showed a bit of skin around her middle. The top was paired with short, plaid shorts. It was comfy and why she had decided to pair flannel plaid shorts with a semi-sexy silk top, Jackson did not know. All that mattered to him was that it was his favorite combination.

Now, it was time for the highlight of his day.

When did I get so unprofessional? I really should turn my head…

Lisa was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing slight amounts of her fair skin as her nimble fingers worked the fabric loose. She turned away from the camera as she removed the shirt and dropped it on the floor. However, Jackson had a nice view of her back as she unbuttoned the bra and slipped on her pj top.

I've really crossed the line, but somehow, I don't care.

She slipped her skirt off and pulled on the shorts. Then she bent down and scooped up her dirty clothes and carried them off to the laundry room.

Relax. Breathe in and out… For fuck's sake, she's only a woman.

Lisa was singing again as she wandered about the tiny apartment, brushing her teeth, selecting tomorrow's outfit for work, calling her insomniac father back, taking medication, and everything else.

It was boring to be sure, but Jackson could not break his eyes away from Lisa Reisert.

Jackson monitored her in the morning from a distance; then followed her to work. While she was at work, he would run a few errands and grab himself some food. Then he would alternate sitting in his car with sitting in the hotel lobby, just so that he could keep an eye on her. She was not the type of person to alter her schedule on a whim, but he had to be careful.

One day, she almost discovered him in the lobby.

It was two weeks prior to the job, and he had been drawing closer to her as a result. She was rarely out of his line of sight. Even at night, she was not safe. He had been known to slip into her house and watch her sleep for a while. He was always long gone before she woke though.

He was dressed semi-casually and in a semblance of a disguise. A suit jacket loosely covered his plain polo and contrasted with his dark jeans and sneakers. A pair of sunglasses shielded his vibrant blue eyes and his brown hair had been streaked with a wash-out blonde color. He had been experimenting with temporary hair dyes on an almost daily basis. It was all because he had to be near her.

"Excuse me, sir," her sweet voice said, startling him.

He tried to remain composed and not jump. He shifted his gaze from the newspaper he was reading to her face. So close, sweetheart, so close…

"Yes?" He inflected a southern accent as he spoke, effectively disguising his normal voice.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you needed something. You've been sitting here quite a long time."

"I just need a break between meetings and other boring business matters. It's nice to sit here and clear my head."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure—"

"Lisa!" Cynthia, a desk clerk, was calling out, her voice panicking.

"Sorry, I—"

"Duty calls." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, I guess it does," she replied and quickly hurried off to advert a crisis of some sort.

Too close!

He had almost blown the job. He was obsessing again. If she had stared at him any longer, she might have been able to recognize him on the plane and then the plan would have been fucked. She would have been freaking out because she would have known exactly how long he had been stalking her – or at least a good indication of it.

You're being an idiot, Rippner. Concentrate, concentrate on the job…

But every time he tried, Lisa's face popped into his mind's eye, or he turned to sneak a peek at her.

We'll have a nice, long conversation soon, sweetheart. I promise. And I never lie…

Author's Notes:

Okay, that's a disturbing chapter. I was weirded out just by writing it. Jackson is a creep. Anyways, thanks for the reviews and enjoy. The next chapter should be up soon.