*Isabella's POV*
Jacob walked straight up to me not long after I had left the big boss's office. "Hey sweetheart" he greeted as I had my back to him cause I was busy in the filling cupboard." Hell no" I replied.
"I didn't even get to say anything " he defended.
"Whatever it is the answer is still no" I said wearing a sassy smile of confidence on my face. I turned my attention back to the filling cupboard.
"Well, aren't you something else but I gotta remind you I'm still your superior, so that means you cant just tell me to fu** off like that" he retorted.
"Fu** off, are your words not mine" I countered.
"You don't even look me in the eye when you talk back to me." He said and waked closer. "Come on, Isabella look me in the eye and tell me, Jacob,sir, I've been thinking of your hands all over me this weekend. Say it Bella, say You make me hot in all the right places. " He said confidently mimicking my voice causing me to turn and look at him in disgust. "Not in a million years" I responded to his rather bold statement. "And also my voice is not that squeaky. I can't believe you said that."
"And yet you smiled." He countered and winked at me. "You know, you kind of owe me lunch"
"Since when do I owe you lunch?" I asked feeling distasteful. "I saved you on Friday. You were very close to doing something reckless" he replied sounding rather cocky.
"You don't know that, Jacob" I retorted.
"Oh so we are on a first name basis now" he pointed out.
"You call me Isabella and I'll call you Jacob"
"So if I call you doll, do I get to play with you" he smirked making me cringe at his cheesy pick-up line.
"Eew, that so creepy!" I exclaimed and he burst out in laughter. " You know for someone who bragged about coming from the city you sure do talk a lot of horsesh** " I added.
"Is that so?" He countered making me roll my eyes. " so what if I call you doll or sweetheart cause I think you're pretty and sweet. Do I really deserve to be attacted like this"
"Like I said creepy as fu**" I countered and walked to my desk where I continued to edit the spreadsheets.
Unfortunately Jacob followed me to my desk." Is that so Miss. Williams " his voice now low, whispering in my ear.
It almost sounded exactly like Damien, except his had a playful tone to it. He didn't even have to touch me like he did at the club. His voice was doing enough. I closed my eyes for a second and let myself wander. This man is a fine specimen of a man. He is Hot, powerful and cocky enough to keep me on my toes. I could use a company like his for a night or two. Like a rebound if you will. I could but I won't. If only the situation was different... but it's too risky, too complicated. I really don't think it would be worth it.
"Cat got you're tongue, doll" he whispered in my ear pulling me away from my thoughts.
"I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Lancaster and I can't focus with you here " I replied.
"Okay, you will treat me to lunch tomorrow "
He said with a wink and walked away leaving me feeling nervous.
*The next day*
During lunch I was seated with Cole and we were discussing our living situation. "Exercise at 6 AM always pumps me up" he said excitedly.
"Freak" I countered and we both burst out laughing.
"Anyway thanks for cleaning up the bathroom it looks so.. shiny" he added
"Thank you for cleaning up after dinner last night" I responded and we burst into another fit of laughter.
"You are really gonna miss me next week" I added.
"Why, are you going somewhere?"
"I already told you I'm going to NYC" I replied. " I tend to drift of to sleep when you talk to much" he retorted.
"I can't believe you ditched me to eat in such a place " an annoying familiar voice spoke from behind me. Jacob.
"Mr. Lancaster I- "
"No I actually can't believe it. You have got to be kidding me " he said sounding angry and his voice going higher which started to draw attention to us.
"Mr. Lancaster You are crossing the line" I retorted formally.
"My brother is crossing the line with this trash of a cafeteria so I'm not crossing the line I'm just using the line as a fu**ing jump rope" he countered causing all eyes to be on us. All the voice stopped to listen to the smoking hot vice president act like a spoit high-school kid.
" Jacob, Out!" I shouted.
"What!"
"Let's go!" I exclaimed and pulled him out of the cafeteria with me. I can't help but notice all eyes on me, all the voices whispering as I stormed out to go deal with the 30 year old man-child.
"How old are you Mr. Lancaster " I shouted as soon as we were in the hallway.
"29" he responded nonchalantly.
"But your acting like a foolish child and not as expect of the VP of a multi-million dollar company. You can't just trash talk things in the midst of your subordinates lunches. You defiled your brothers judgement and work!" I added angrily.
"Why can't you be more like him" I add softly but instantly regretted it as I saw the change in Jacob's face. He sighed and to a deep breath "Well it's not like I haven't heard that before." He said sadly. " You know what I'm gonna go have lunch, in a nice place. "Goodbye Miss. Williams " he said in a cold tone.
I could see the hurt in his eyes as he left. It was as if my words had it a sensitive spot, a nerve if you will. And just like that, I felt guilty.
"Jacob wait !" I shouted after him and he stopped and rolled his eyes. "Can I tag along?"