Poor Girl

Chapter 7:

"Greta why is there a car here?" Gabrielle asked walking into the parlour where the maid was dusting the fireplace. Greta looked up out the parlour window, confusion on her face.

"I haven't a clue. A friend of your mothers perhaps?" Greta suggested going back to her business with the dirty fireplace. "You aren't expecting anyone?"

"No clearly not." Gabrielle scoffed rudely. "Mum's not here no one would be coming to see her." Gabrielle shook her head and proceeded to leave the parlour to the front entrance.

She didn't give him a chance to ring the bell, as soon as he'd stepped foot on the tiled porch Gabrielle flung the double doors wide open. She looked the stranger up and down, taken aback but the flawlessness of his face.

"Hello. Can I help you?" Gabrielle was now in flirt mode and she closed some of the space between her and Jackson moving forward onto the porch.

Jackson smiled a cheeky smile knowing the tone in Gabrielle's voice. He knew when women found him good-looking, it was all in their body language. He stared at Gabrielle having finally been given the opportunity to see her close up. Her hair was straightened sitting just above her shoulders. She showed ample amount of breast in her tight pink dress and she pushed her chest out a little so it was more visible to him. He compared her generous amount of makeup to the little he'd seen her sister wearing and again thought how Anastasia was different from any other. He'd made the right choice as clearly Gabrielle was like any other Barbie girl type to come his way.

"Good morning. I'm looking for Anastasia." Jackson smiled looking behind Gabrielle towards the door in hope of seeing Anastasia coming. Gabrielle's face was now stone and her hand fell from her hip to her side in disbelief.

"Stasia? You're here for her?" Gabrielle's tone once soft and seductive had turned cold and harsh at the mention of her sister.

"Yeah I was hoping to see her again today." Jack nodded becoming impatient.

"Again? So that was you with her last night then?" She was finally putting two and two together. She felt jealously, pride and pure bewilderment at the thought of him being with her 'prudey' little sister.

"Yeah that was me." Jackson confirmed. "Is she here?"

"I'm here." Anastasia now stood in the doorway, ready and smiling.

"Hey beautiful." Jackson grinned walking over planting a soft kiss on her cheek as he'd done the night before. With that Gabrielle turned inside slamming the door on her way.

"I'm sorry about that." Anastasia was clearly embarrassed by Gabrielle's reaction her face turning crimson.

"Hey don't worry about it." He smiled slinking his arm around her shoulder. "My siblings are just as bad."

"I don't think so. She honestly hates me." Though she laughed as she said this it hurt her as there was so much truth to it.

"She couldn't hate you. You're her sister." Jackson couldn't have been more wrong and they changed the subject to the weather as he put her seat belt on.

"I can do it myself." She said as he put his own seat belt on.

"I just want to make sure you're safe." Jackson winked cheekily driving out the drive way. "Besides I do it so well."

"Do you now? What else can you do well?" She winced a little at her cheesy line but Anastasia continued to inch her hand over his. He glanced at her quickly in surprise at her forwardness.

"Oh baby." He smirked feeling himself exciton. "The things I could show you."

He moved his hand from under hers and placed in on her leg. She blushed bowing her head in mortification. She couldn't believe she'd initiated dirty flirting. She was too inexperience and too shy for this and all of sudden was petrified. She didn't know how to kiss properly, what if she didn't know what she was doing or if she let in him and he left. Where would she be? She cursed herself and her inability to have simple communications and interactions with boys as other girls her age did. She knew how sex worked but then again was completely clueless when she thought about it in practice.