The First Time I Saw You

Chapter 14

If there was one thing adults and children had in common was the fear of shots. The lollipop only worked up to the age of six, and from there on it didn't matter what they told you, shots were the worst.

The Jurassic World staff were not an exception to this. However, when it came to candy, some of the employees were persuaded when Dr. Jason Bond offered them a lollipop to help with the uneasiness of their annual vaccines. He was one of the Masrani Healthcare Network doctors and the corporation sent him every year to Isla Nublar so he could take care of the necessary check-ups and back-ups.

He was handsome, intelligent, charming. 6 feet tall, blue eyes that were lethal, perfect black hair and a smile that made women swoon, not to mention he was British and his accent was just the cherry on top.

His stay usually lasted a week, every employee was set up an appointment so they could go in and out after getting their shots. The side of the island that never complained was mostly the female one. There was not a woman on that island that didn't find him sexy and couldn't resist his grin.

It didn't take long for Owen to notice how some of the eyes he usually found on him were now distracted by someone else. The English doctor was at Weston's having a steak for lunch. The young personnel of waitresses sighing while they eyed him from afar. Even some of the guest couldn't help turning around and check him out as they walked past Main Street.

Owen walked into the restaurant and got the 411 from the barista while he waited for his order. He scoffed at how exaggerated this crush over Dr. Bond seemed. "I'm not kidding; a couple even broke up over him once!" The man filled him in while handing him the bag. "They had been together for three years." He emphasized how serious this was.

Owen chuckled and thanked the barista before taking the food and heading out. From there he headed to the Innovation Center, up to Claire's office. They had agreed to have lunch and so she was retouching her lipstick when she heard her boyfriend walk in and lock the door behind him.

"Hey baby...I thought we were going out?" She smiled after checking herself in her pocket mirror and putting it on her desk.

"Um...it was packed." He lied and set their food on the table in front of the couch. Claire unconsciously turned to look out her window and frowned at the clear sight of a free couple of tables.

She brushed it off and sat on the couch next to Owen. The steak they had gotten looked so good and she was so hungry that she immediately reached for the fork and knife and started cutting a piece. Owen, however, had a different thing in mind.

Claire giggled feeling him bring her back across the couch, his hand steady on her abdomen while he buried his face in the side of her neck and, moaning softly, started to pepper gentle kisses against her skin.

"Nng, baby I'm starving." She mumbled, feeling how his lips brushed around her neck and behind her ear. "How about we leave what you have in mind for dessert?" She proposed, unable to follow her own suggestion once his lips found hers and they started kissing.

He never broke the kiss, slowly resting her over the couch and adjusting on top of her. That couch had more action on it than an average motel room by then. Claire moaned softly, her hand caressing his back while she felt him concentrated on a very specific spot of her neck.

"What are you doing?" She asked, curious, biting on her lower lip and getting lost in how it felt when he sucked and nibbled on her skin. She knew what he was doing, but he was more eager than usual, so she wanted to know what had triggered it.

"Marking you..." He groaned. "Mine..." He humped closer, biting on her, making sure that bruise was big and purple. "I don't want any Dandy Fucker getting ideas, think he can come and get it." He growled bitterly.

Claire giggled. "Alright Daddy~" She relaxed under his frame and smiled while biting on her nail, liking how possessive he sounded. "Show them who I belong to."

After lunch and a passionate brief round of possessive sex, Claire had to rush to a meeting with the Healthcare Manager so they could go through the schedule they had set up for the personnel with Dr. Bond.

She exchanged a couple of pecks and a deep kiss with Owen after letting him walk her out of the Innovation Center and to her car. She slipped in and headed to the state-of-the-art medical facility.

Claire hadn't had time to cover the hickey her boyfriend had felt the need to leave on her, and so she stayed in the car, trying to move her long hair around to cover it up the best she could. She refreshed her lipstick and rubbed some of her vanilla scented lotion over her arms and neck so she could hide the smell of sex.

"There she is, my red headed beauty... Your emerald eyes remind me of the Irish countryside, where your beautiful genetic heritage comes from..." Dr. Bond greeted the Operations Manager with a deep voice. "Not to mention this dress... Not only does it hug your perfect body wonderfully, it also brings out your gorgeous, gorgeous green orbs."

She fixed her hair over her neck and let her eyes make contact with his blue ones,."Hey Dr Bond~" Claire chewed on the inside of her cheek as she felt his arms hugging her waist. She rested her hands on his biceps —they were firm but not as built-up as Owen's — and she let him kiss her cheek.

The redhead looked around, double checking they were alone in the waiting room. The Healthcare manager wasn't there yet, which gave them some time to catch up.

Claire and Jason Bond had a little bit of history. He had been the doctor assigned to come to Isla Nublar for the past three years — this one being his fourth— and since then, they had flirted uncontrollably, Claire allowing it since he never stayed for over a week and they never kept in touch. It was just sexy fun that didn't come bad at all.

However, even if the contact and the flirting stopped when he left, the heat between them remained untouched and the following year it was like not a day had gone by. The prior year, they had let things get carried away and they had spent his week on the island engaging in more than just flirting.

He was not only handsome but also very book smart and organized. Not to mention an old fashioned gentleman who still knew his way with the ladies. On his first visit on Isla Nublar, Claire had kept teasing him about his last name: the fact that it was just like the secret agent with a license to kill was something she found extremely hot, especially because he was the textual description of the character in the movies.

She found her freckled hand in his, feeling how he tenderly brushed his fingers against the back of her hand and tried let their fingers play a little. There was a second where she allowed this to happen before she cleared her throat and casually pulled her hand back, brushing it through her hair. Jason tilted his head to the side and reached out for a strand of her hair and played with the ends of it; Claire looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"You have always had the softest hair, doll." He smiled, trying to find her eyes, but Claire kept refusing to link them with his. "Not to mention the scent of your shampoo, last time it lingered in my mind for a whole month." He grinned.

She parted her lips but the manager walked in, and Claire had never been more relieved to see him. She walked into the meeting room first, brushing her forehead with her fingers, knowing she now had to set a line between them when it had never been like that.