together, she could never really figure out what kind of a
relationship is there between them. Professional, of course, but in
one moment he’s funny and flirty with her, two minutes later he’s
all cranky, dissing her work, no matter what she does or how hard
she’s trying to measure up to his high expectations. Probably he’s
just missing Bella, they’ve worked together for many years after
all, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he has to dislike her
so much. Moody bastard.
Lost in her
thoughts, she hasn’t even realized that she has reached his room.
She softly knocks on the door and enters without waiting for his
answer. She finds him sitting at the desk in front of one of the
editors’ laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘You are quick.
Good.’ he says, pulling a chair next to his. ‘Get me a hot
chocolate before you join me, will you?’ he asks, not even
bothering to look at her.
‘Are you
fucking kidding me, Jackson?’ her jaw drops in shock by his
crudity. ‘You woke me up in the middle of the night to get you a
fucking hot chocolate? You got to be kidding me!’ she steps in
front of him, anger suffusing her. ‘You are unbelievable. You are a
big boy, solve your urgent problem alone!’ she tells him, shaking
with rage and turns on her heels to leave.
‘Jesus fucking
Christ, woman! Calm down, okay?’ he says between two chuckles. ‘I
was just kidding, okay? Sit down. Please…?’ he adds with a dramatic
sigh.
She turns back
to him, confused to say the least but finally sits down next to him
after a moment of hesitation.
‘Fucking funny,
Jackson. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of humour
at this time of the day. Or night. Whatever’ she says and hits his
arm playfully. ‘Now tell me what was so important that you had to
wake me up in the middle of the freaking night.’ she asks, her eyes
trying to focus on the screen while his are fixed on her face
before he turns back to the laptop too.
‘I have been
working on the new video with the editors for weeks now. There’s
just something that doesn’t click, I can’t tell you what is it.
It’s just not good enough. I thought someone who hasn’t seen it yet
could tell me. Since you’re not unexperienced in editing, I was
thinking about you.’ the way he said those last words turns her
gaze to him and every possible witty comeback dies on her lips when
she looks into his glowing blue eyes.
‘So, uhm… You
did read my CV, huh?’ she tries to turn the conversation into a
joke instead. ‘Okay, show me what you’ve got.’ she says, her voice
serious but she can’t really tell anymore what are they talking
about.
*****
Chapter
3
Three hours of
work. Empty cups of coffee and hot chocolate everywhere around
them, but they are finally done. Hayley tries to hide a yawn while
Jackson is saving the work they have just finished. Maybe they
don’t like each other much but noone could deny that they make a
great team.
‘So are we done
here?’ she asks him, resting her head on the table, exhaustion
completely taking over her body. ‘Not like there’s any point in
going back to bed now.’ she adds, her bare thigh accidentally
brushing his as she’s trying to seperate her skin from the leather
chair.
‘Yeah, I think
so. You did a good job, thank you.’ he says, looking down at the
little space between them with narrowed eyes. ‘Not perfect but
it’ll have to do.’ he adds, making her lift her head up in
surprise.
'What the fuck
is wrong with you, Harding?' she jumps up, not quite believing he
really just said that. 'Not perfect? Seriously? I'm working my ass
off for you, asshole!' she shouts, tiredness and anger taking
control of her words. 'No matter how hard I try, nothing I do is
perfect enough for you. Who do you think you are? You could just
tell me what the hell is your problem with me! I didn't do
anything, still, it’s like you can’t stand me for no reason.' she
finishes as she runs out of
relationship is there between them. Professional, of course, but in
one moment he’s funny and flirty with her, two minutes later he’s
all cranky, dissing her work, no matter what she does or how hard
she’s trying to measure up to his high expectations. Probably he’s
just missing Bella, they’ve worked together for many years after
all, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he has to dislike her
so much. Moody bastard.
Lost in her
thoughts, she hasn’t even realized that she has reached his room.
She softly knocks on the door and enters without waiting for his
answer. She finds him sitting at the desk in front of one of the
editors’ laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘You are quick.
Good.’ he says, pulling a chair next to his. ‘Get me a hot
chocolate before you join me, will you?’ he asks, not even
bothering to look at her.
‘Are you
fucking kidding me, Jackson?’ her jaw drops in shock by his
crudity. ‘You woke me up in the middle of the night to get you a
fucking hot chocolate? You got to be kidding me!’ she steps in
front of him, anger suffusing her. ‘You are unbelievable. You are a
big boy, solve your urgent problem alone!’ she tells him, shaking
with rage and turns on her heels to leave.
‘Jesus fucking
Christ, woman! Calm down, okay?’ he says between two chuckles. ‘I
was just kidding, okay? Sit down. Please…?’ he adds with a dramatic
sigh.
She turns back
to him, confused to say the least but finally sits down next to him
after a moment of hesitation.
‘Fucking funny,
Jackson. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of humour
at this time of the day. Or night. Whatever’ she says and hits his
arm playfully. ‘Now tell me what was so important that you had to
wake me up in the middle of the freaking night.’ she asks, her eyes
trying to focus on the screen while his are fixed on her face
before he turns back to the laptop too.
‘I have been
working on the new video with the editors for weeks now. There’s
just something that doesn’t click, I can’t tell you what is it.
It’s just not good enough. I thought someone who hasn’t seen it yet
could tell me. Since you’re not unexperienced in editing, I was
thinking about you.’ the way he said those last words turns her
gaze to him and every possible witty comeback dies on her lips when
she looks into his glowing blue eyes.
‘So, uhm… You
did read my CV, huh?’ she tries to turn the conversation into a
joke instead. ‘Okay, show me what you’ve got.’ she says, her voice
serious but she can’t really tell anymore what are they talking
about.
*****
Chapter
3
Three hours of
work. Empty cups of coffee and hot chocolate everywhere around
them, but they are finally done. Hayley tries to hide a yawn while
Jackson is saving the work they have just finished. Maybe they
don’t like each other much but noone could deny that they make a
great team.
‘So are we done
here?’ she asks him, resting her head on the table, exhaustion
completely taking over her body. ‘Not like there’s any point in
going back to bed now.’ she adds, her bare thigh accidentally
brushing his as she’s trying to seperate her skin from the leather
chair.
‘Yeah, I think
so. You did a good job, thank you.’ he says, looking down at the
little space between them with narrowed eyes. ‘Not perfect but
it’ll have to do.’ he adds, making her lift her head up in
surprise.
'What the fuck
is wrong with you, Harding?' she jumps up, not quite believing he
really just said that. 'Not perfect? Seriously? I'm working my ass
off for you, asshole!' she shouts, tiredness and anger taking
control of her words. 'No matter how hard I try, nothing I do is
perfect enough for you. Who do you think you are? You could just
tell me what the hell is your problem with me! I didn't do
anything, still, it’s like you can’t stand me for no reason.' she
finishes as she runs out of
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