Page 44 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 16

Ashley

Taylor said that she would shut the shop for me, not until after giving me a whole Taylor speech first though. Do everything that I would do, don’t have too much fun with him, and play a little hard to get too. I told her that I would, but even I know that might not happen. I have no idea what it is about Jackson, but I can’t remember ever feeling like this about someone, if ever. It’s like we have both just clicked with each other. Just being around him makes me happy.

Grabbing my bag I head back down to the shop as I wait for Jackson to come pick me up, Taylor was that nice she said that she would open up and that I can have a lie in, which will be nice as I won’t have to rush to make anything as I made sure I did it all before I finished for the day.

“Well, someone is hoping to get lucky tonight,” Taylor says looking me up and down. I went with a nice dress, baby blue with a low back.

“I know I’m getting lucky tonight.” I give her a wink as I box up some Irish Cream Truffles, not sure why Jackson wanted these, but he asked for them and I can’t say no to him.

“We should go on a double date tomorrow night, what you think?” Taylor asks, handing me a bag to put the box in.

“That will be so much fun, I’ll ask Jackson tonight.” I tell her. I know that it will be a good night, and a good way for him to see what Taylor is really like. I look over at the door, and give Jackson a smile as he walks over to me.

“You look beautiful, Tinkerbell,” he says giving me a kiss on the lips.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I give him a smile. “So what are you cooking tonight?” I ask. I love the fact that he can cook. I mean what woman can say no to a man that can cook?

“Something nice.” He moves his arm away from around my waist and looks into the cabinet. “I’m having you for dessert, but I thought maybe we could take something...you know for energy.” Jackson tilts his head towards me and gives me a wink.

“I’ll get a box together.” Taylor looks at me, and I already know what that look means, it’s telling me that I won’t be walking much tomorrow. I shake my head at her, grabbing the box off her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, any orders come through send me a text,” I tell her, walking out the shop before she can say anything else to me, which I know she would have.

Jackson opens the door for me, I watch him walking around the front of the car, checking his phone. Shaking his head he puts it back in his pocket. I choose to not ask him about it, I don’t want work to get in the way of tonight.

We pull up to his house and I’m already amazed with it, it’s a beautiful townhouse. Jackson takes my hand in his and I follow him up the stairs. I look around, the park in front of his house is so nice, I will have to go for a walk in the morning.

I follow Jackson into the house and look around the inside. I can see the living room, and a little glimpse of the kitchen.

“Would someone like a tour?” I look at Jackson who is watching me with a smile.

“Yes, from what I can see your house is beautiful.” I start looking around again. “You have a gym in here?” I look behind him, and I see some weights.

“I do.” He opens the door. “This was my friend when I first met you, I needed to burn off some sexual energy.” He pulls me in closer, and my hands land on his shoulder. “But tonight is a different story,” he says. Giving me a peck on the lips, he lets me go.

Walking around the gym, I stop at the running machine. “Jackson, you know this space here is not for water, it’s a place to put your Pringles,” I tell him, waving my hand over the space.

Jackson starts laughing, and I look at him. “I swear you are like the cutest person I have ever met.” H. walks closer to me, “Have you ever been to the gym?” Jackson asks leaning on the wall.

“No, I like to do other things to burn off the calories,” I tell him, which makes him smile. “So what is this thing?” I ask pointing to the metal bar between the doors.

I watch Jackson jump and grab the bar and he starts pulling himself up. Letting go, he turns to face me. “That is to do that,” he tells me, and I just look at him thinking that I’m one lucky girl that gets to watch him to that without a shirt on. “Next room?” he asks.

Following him to the kitchen I look around, this kitchen is my dream kitchen, maybe add some colour to it, but this is what I want. The cooker is so big, so much worktop space to bake, make chocolate, melt chocolate. “Would it be a bad thing if I said that I’m turned on by your kitchen right now?” I say as I look around taking it all in.

“Does that mean I get to have fun with you in here?” I hear Jackson from behind me, but I just can’t take my eyes off the kitchen. “Come on, before I really do think of something to do to you in here.” He pulls me away from the kitchen and into the living room. It feels very Jackson, simple brown sofas with some cream throughout the room, a glass table in the middle. Then it hits me. I look back at the kitchen then back to the living room. “What’s wrong?” he asks me.

“Nothing, it’s just your house, but then again looking at you, I have a feeling that I’m not normally the girl you go for.” I look over at him as it hits me that we are both very different.

“True. No you’re not, but I’ll tell you this much. There is not one part of my body that regrets chasing you. You are the best thing to happen to me in a very long time, and I have to say I really do like you, a lot,” Jackson says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I like him a lot too and I’m so happy that he did chase me and didn’t give up. “I think the bedroom is the next stop for the tour,” Jackson says as he kisses my neck.

“I like your thinking,” I reply and start laughing as stubble tickles me.

I take steps back as Jackson takes a step forward. “Upstairs,” Jackson mumbles as he continues to kiss me, turning me around as I get to the stairs, Jackson keeps his arms around my waist leading the way to his room.

I get a quick look around the room, but not a good look as Jackson pulls me in and starts kissing me again. My hands move to the buttons on his shirt, getting to the last button, he pulls away and takes his shirt off.