Author's Note-A short little chapter. We're almost done, maybe two chapters left, and it will get a little more emotional and, yes, cheesy. So HA! Please review, my faithful….reviewers. Cheers.
"You don't have to do this."
Oh, yes, I do, Jackson wanted to snarl back at her. He couldn't believe her naivety. What a simpering, sheltered little girl, hardly a woman yet. How could she be so stupid? Why couldn't she just make the fucking call and get it over with? It was an easy deal, one that a child could understand. But not Lisa. Obviously she fell into the ritual of "pretty women are stupid girls".
Out of boredom his hand dropped down to her chest. She sucked her breath in sharply and he nearly smirked at her reaction, but when he saw the puckering red scar beneath the white fabric his stomach convulsed.
What the fuck?
He looked at her, searching her eyes. In a strange way he could almost see it played out behind the green. Something. Something bad. Someone hurt her. Hurt her emotionally. Mugging? Nah. That wouldn't have lasting side effects….rape.
"Is that what it is?" he whispered. He couldn't hide the covetousness and envy in his voice. How he wanted….no. He didn't want that. She was just another girl. Some poor client who just happened to have fallen in with the wrong sort of company. He should feel no pity whatsoever.
"No," she clenched her jaw defiantly and something in him snapped. How dare she lie to him! About something so meaningless in his job!
He whirled her around and slammed her against the sink. He felt her weaken slightly in his grip as the plastic collided with her spine. She moaned a little and even though it was a groan of pain it kind of turned Jackson on. He clutched her throat menacingly, knowing that with a little more pressure he could easily kill her.
But he didn't. Instead he confronted her with the information he knew, what he knew about her lies and how stupid she was. As she was gasping the 'way to state the obvious', "I can't breathe, I can't breathe", he released her and let her slump against the wall as she sucked in air like a fish out of water.
His anger had subsided. He calmly washed the mirror, and then fixed his shirt. Always had to look the part. His hair was messy now, but that could definitely play to his advantage. He tugged his shirt a little on the end to make it pop out a bit.
"Well," he muttered to the cowering girl next to him. "Thanks for the quickie." He let the sarcasm be obvious in his voice and fought a grin as he stepped into the narrow hallway. "Come on."
She walked ahead of him. He moved to follow but the flight attendant stopped him, administering the sort of harangue he had hoped for. "This isn't a motel."
He fed her his trademark smug smile and a 'sure', and then followed Lisa back to their seats.