Page 43 of Molly: Part One
It’s nine o’clock and I’m at in our booth at Cocoa’s waiting for Jackson to arrive. I gave him a brief description of myself on the phone yesterday so he should find me when he arrives.
After a few more minutes someone approaches me.
“Molly Carter?” he asks.
I look up and am almost stuck for words. The guy stood before me is stunning. The first thing I notice are his eyes, they are bright green. His hair is the colour of dark chocolate and hanging long and shaggy around his face, I think it’s probably long enough to tie up. He has strong cheekbones and a square cut jaw. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to work with someone that good looking. I pull myself together so I can answer.
“Yes, are you Jackson?”
“Yep that’s me.”
He sticks his arm out towards me and I can’t help but let my eyes travel down the length of his forearm that is exposed by his rolled up shirtsleeve. It is pure muscle with strong veins, it looks like it could do some serious damage. It is then packaged in a full sleeve of stunning tattoos. I glance to his other arm and notice tattoos covering that one as well.
I realise I’m stood here ogling my potential employee so I quickly stick my own hand out. “Nice to meet you Jackson, have a seat. What can I get you to drink?”
While he gets comfortable I quickly nip behind the bar and make his coffee. Lilly is working this morning so doesn’t bat an eyelid when I intrude on her.
“Who is that, he is seriously hot?” she asks while her eyes roam over Jackson.
“I’m interviewing him for a job.”
“Shit Molls, you wouldn’t get any work done if he was sat opposite you in the office.”
“I know right!”
Jackson must hear us giggling like schoolgirls because he looks up and smirks at us and I know we’ve been caught checking him out.
“Fuck,” I mutter and make my way back to him with a slightly higher temperature and flushed cheeks. I desperately want to take my blazer off but I only put a thin camisole underneath thinking the air conditioning in here would keep me cool enough. I wasn’t anticipating on meeting Mr sex on legs over there.
“Here you go Jackson,” I say passing his espresso over to him.
“Please call me Jax, only my parents call me Jackson. It makes me think I’m in trouble!”
“Okay, Jax it is. So do you want to show me what you’ve got?” I nod my head towards his portfolio that he brought with him but instantly flush when he smiles at me and looks down at it on his lap where it’s resting. “I’m dying to see your designs, I’ve heard great things,” I mutter trying to cover my embarrassment.
“Wow, these are awesome, you’ve got some serious talent Jax. How don’t you already have a job?” I ask while flicking through his work.
“No idea! I’ve had a few interviews over the last year but my style didn’t really suit the companies I guess,” he answers with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Well I hope their loss is my gain.”
“Are you serious?” I look up and give him a wide smile showing him that I really am.
We spend the next hour chatting about the company, the work we’ve done so far and I explain about Cocoa’s and the office upstairs when he asks why I keep helping myself to coffee. I talk about Hannah, albeit briefly, and I am thankful Jax doesn’t ask many questions about her. I get the impression he understands, which leads me to wonder if he’s lost someone close to him. We talk money, hours and all the other nitty gritty bits that we need to go through and generally talk about ourselves. We are going to be spending quiet a bit of time together so it’s important that we can get on.
Eventually I go put our mugs in the dishwasher and take Jax upstairs to see the office and the work I have done recently so he can get a feel for my style.
“Wow, this place is amazing,” he says walking around.
“I know, after meeting you I’m going shopping for all the equipment we are going to need.”
“We?” he asks with his eyebrows raised.
“Yes, if you’re up for it. Correct me if you don’t agree but I think we could have a good thing here. Our design styles compliment each other’s well but we have different skills to enable us to do a range of jobs and we seem to get on well enough, so far anyway.”
“No, I completely agree, I’m really excited about this Molly. I think we could have something really good.”
“Fantastic. Well…welcome to Angel Designs Jax Parker.” I stick my hand out to him and he grabs it laughing then pulls me in to a tight hug. It reminds me of a Ryan hug because of all the muscle but Jax is a smaller build than Ryan. He doesn’t engulf me in quite the same way. The thought of Ryan makes me sad so I quickly focus back on the task in hand.
