Jasper's Claim | Book One

Twelve

Song: Bad things by Machine gun Kelly, Camila Cabello.

Demi grabbed the door handle to steady herself as Jasper rose to his feet, striding quickly towards her. She raised her hand, stopping him in his tracks.

'What is this?' she asked, her head spinning. Why was she here? Why was he here?

This was him right? Her mind couldn't possibly be playing tricks on her?

She blinked, he was still there.
'Jasper?' she whispered, 'Jasper Taylor? Y-You're Mr Taylor?'

Jasper nodded, approaching her once more, slowly this time around.

Demi shook her head. This couldn't be happening. What did he want? Was he somehow affiliated to her firm and now trying to blackmail her for more sex in return for his silence? Had he made a tape of that night? What would her colleagues say? She'd be the laughing stock of the firm...

She squealed as strong hands swept her off her feet, her briefcase thudded onto the carpet.

She was placed on a seat across from his chair on the other side of his desk. Her chest heaved up and down.
Those hands left her for a bit, only to return with a glass of water which was placed at her lips.

'Drink, Demi,' Jasper ordered, a hint of desperation in his gruff voice.

She sipped and swallowed.

'Breathe,' His voice ordered again. 'Just breathe.'

After a few seconds, she began to feel more like herself.

She shifted slightly away from him and he got up from his crouch and situated himself on his chair across from her.

'What do you want? Why am I here?' She asked going straight to the point.

Jasper leaned back in his chair, his brown eyes studying her like a starving man who'd just been offered a delicious meal. What was it about this woman that drove him crazy when she was away and drove him to distraction when she was around?

'You know why you're here.' He responded, looking into her sultry eyes. Even when she wasn't trying, she was sex on legs.

Her double-breasted suit dress was cut low enough for him to see the swell of her breasts. Those golden globes that he'd had the pleasure of sucking and kneading...

'Cut the crap Mr Taylor... ' she was saying.

'Call me Jax,' he cut in.

She paused for a second and then continued, 'Mr Taylor, I don't know what you think this is...'

'Didn't your firm brief you?' he asked, leaning forward.

Demi sighed, catching a whiff of his cologne. He even smelled as good as she remembered...

Really, Demi? She chastised herself.

'Why did you ask for me specifically?'
Jasper was silent for a moment before responding; 'I need a firm to act in the capacity of management consultants, your firm was as good as any.'

'Yes,' Demi snapped impatiently, 'But. Why. Me?'

'Why not you?' he asked, 'You seem capable, no?'

Demi closed her eyes in frustration; 'What are my qualifications?' she asked, 'or do you just hire every female you fuck?'

Jasper rubbed his eyes tiredly, he'd known she would need some persuasion and reassurance but he didn't think she'd be this resistant.

'Don't insult me Demi,' he snapped.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.

'Don't you think I would have done my research on you and your firm before bringing my business to you?' he continued.