Chapter 7

Wow it's been forever since I updated. I'm sorry! I've had a ton more written out, but I needed to type it up. Hope you all like it! I don't own anyone except Daisy and a few other characters

Daisy was out of bed now. She quickly snapped a book shut that lay on his desk.

'Interesting?" He questioned her, an eyebrow raised as he crossed over to her, bundle of clothes in his arms.

'S-sorry. I-I shouldnta looked, that's your stuff 'n I been pryin.' She blushed.

'It's OK. Maybe one day I could teach ya a thing or two. Here, try these. Susan gave them to me.' He passed over the bundle to her, which she placed on the bed. They were the most gorgeous clothes she had ever been able to lay her hands upon.

She ran her fingertips over the black silk stockings, running the ribbons through her fingers. She picked up the dress and held it up before herself.

'Sir I cannot accept these clothes, they're too good for a girl like me.' She turned her head to look at him.

'Nonsense Darlin', you'd look just as pretty as any other girl wearin' them. You shouldn't put yaself down.' He picked up his cigarette case, tapping a cigarette against it, searching for a book of matches on his bureau, before taking one and striking it, cupping the cigarette with his hand he held it between his lips. He looked up out the window and caught her reflection in it.

She was gradually rolling the stockings up her legs; she had already put on her garters and had pushed up her nightdress to expose her thigh to attach them to the strap hanging down.

Jackson blushed to himself and pretended to look out the window, feeling himself gradually growing hard against his breeches.

He cleared his throat. 'Would ye w-would ye like me to leave?' He questioned still not turning around.

'Oh. No….tis fine. Must be a wonderful view out there.

He saw her smirk.

'Why, tis a wonderful view.' He winked. He saw her smile in the reflection in the window, before turning her back to him and sliding off her nightdress. He took a drag of his cigarette and marvelled at the milky white skin of her back. How he longed to run his fingers over her bare, smooth back, caress the skin of her arms and kiss up her neck, hold her close and never let her go.

He snapped out of his thoughts and could still feel himself throbbing below.

'Jackson?" Daisy questioned, almost shyly. 'Would ye care to lace me up? I cant do it meself.'

He spun round at the sound of her speaking his name and found her standing there in skirts and blouse, with a cream corset around her waist, the laces hanging down at the back waiting to be pulled together tightly.

She looked at him.

'Its not every time a lady asks me to her laces up.' He chuckled. She smiled.

'Well I'm asking you to.'

He moved to stand behind her and she turned around. He took the laces between his fingers and pulled them as though playing a harp.

She could feel his breath on the small of her neck, slightly musty and smoky. Usually she didn't like smoking, but somehow with Jackson it didn't seem to bother her.

'Tell me I start to lace them too tightly miss. Don't want you fainting again do we?'

She felt his fingers working their way down her back.

'I've never seen clothes as nice as these before, well none that I can afford.'

'You look beautiful my dear.' She heard him whisper. She felt his fingers on her neck, tickling, sending shivers down her spine. He swept her hair away from her neck, round to the front.

The surprise caused her to let out a small gasp, which turned into a small moan. She jumped before settling, she felt his hands move to her waist and spun round to face him and slowly brought her eyes up to meet his before lowering them shyly.

'Miss Lawson you are a beautiful woman.' He told her in a low voice. His hand moving up to caress the side of her face.

'I'm nothin' special Mr Jackson.' She replied, looking back up at him. She could see his eyes bearing down into hers. They seemed almost to be on fire and full of lust and longing for her.

She knew it wasn't lady-like of her to act like this around a gentleman. Jackson cupped the side of her face in one of his large hands, gently stroking it with his thumb. He gently pushed his lips against hers. Her body seemed to be under a spell and she stood on tiptoes to reach his mouth to kiss him shyly back.

Daisy had never really kissed a man before. Sure there had been the odd fumble in the hay barn when she was younger and lived back home, as every young girl had had, but nothing serious.

She felt his arms slide around her waist and pulled her closer to his wirey body. He wanted her, but not in the same way as the tarts who lived in the brothel.

He could get Rose whenever he wished. The poor girl was infatuated with him, but it was enough to quench his desires of an evening when he required her presence, but there was something different about Daisy, he knew he should treat her better than that.

He heard her sigh next to his ear and felt himself respond down below, it seemed she had to. He saw her frown and then blush once she had registered what was going on.

Jackson cleared his throat. "I need to get down to the Headquarters Miss.' He told her suddenly.

'Oh erm.. Yes. I have to work tonight. Mr Singleton is back today 'an I need to 'ave a word with him.' She blabbered.

'Care for me to acquaint you there?' Jackson asked her.