Page 52 of Jackson's Redemption
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
What the hell was Olivia doing here? Inspections weren’t for another two weeks.
She was followed by a shorter blonde who had her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. It was hard to see her face from here, but instinctively, I knew it had to be Jenny.
I saw Olivia talking to her and Jenny nodding in return.
“Great,” I muttered, wondering what the hell she could be saying. “Just fucking great.”
Olivia looked in my direction and I could almost feel the glare of her stare. It was like she was in this state of perpetual anger toward me. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t understand it, because I felt exactly the same way about her.
It was natural. We both were confident in our abilities. We both had a competitive nature. It made sense that we both wanted to be considered the top engineer in our field. If I was the type of person to share the platform of top engineer, I would have considered Olivia as a solid number-two option.
Only I didn’t share and, apparently, neither did she since we were both in constant battle with each other.
She swung a bag over her shoulder and headed my way. Meanwhile, Doogie was helping Jenny extract her gear from the plane.
“Noah,” Olivia said in greeting as she approached me.
“What are you doing here?”
Her lips thinned. “Nice to see you, too.”
I smiled in my sarcastic manner that I knew pissed her off. “Oh, Olivia, we both know that’s not true. Why are you here?”
She huffed. “Cal wanted someone on site while you took your two-week…vacation.”
It wasn’t a damn vacation and I was about to suggest as much, but the less she knew about Jenny the better. Let her think whatever the hell she wanted about the two of us.
As for Cal, I suppose it made sense. I didn’t do the normal shift on, shift off that the other guys did. The wells were my babies, and this stint would have been the longest I had left them in a while.
Olivia glanced over her shoulder. “I suppose that’s her. Your contest date?”
“Yep.”
Again, her lips, which were usually plump and this crazy shade of red that she managed to pull off without lipstick, thinned out. She dropped her head to look at the boots she was wearing.
Boots, not her stupid crazy heels that made her legs look that much freaking longer.
“She’s pretty. Seems nice.”
“Good,” I said. “I’m looking forward getting to know a woman who doesn’t think I invented the definition of the wordasshole.”
Her lips quirked then. “Well, then just don’t talk too much, or let her see much of your personality. And if you can, make sure she spends as much time as possible with Eli to ensure she actually enjoys her stay.”
My lips also quirked. “There’s that. Or I could take her to bed. Fuck her long and hard until she screams my name in glorious pleasure. That might ensure her a good time.”
Olivia hissed in a breath and tried to be offended. But I could see it there in her eyes. That heavy look she got when I pushed her buttons. Never failed to make my dick hard.
I got up a little closer to her face, loving that she didn’t step away from me. Never backed down. That was my girl.
“Or maybe she might want my mouth, my tongue, my nose, my fingers up high and deep inside her, finding that spot that will make her whole body explode from the inside. What do you think, Olivia? Think she might like that?” I asked her softly.
“You’re an asshole.” But she was trembling as she said it.
“Says you. We’ll see what Jenny says.”
“Get out of my way,” she said tightly.
