Camouflage

Chapter Four

Boxes were loaded with stuff, things were lying on the lightest brown marbles floor and scattered around. Furniture was still concealed under white covers. She needed new helping staff to manage this giant house which wanted majorly care, specially its garden which was widowed without beautiful green eye soothing grass. Amelia went on shopping as she told her she wanted new curtains and covers. Amelia also asked Bryan to renovate the house. Arranging staff was her responsibility. 

     She was holding a black file in her hands and eyes were glued on it. It was puzzling her. Why did a person like him want to do such a gardener's job? Her cook, Mary, had recommended him as he needed a job because his mother was hospitalised. He was urgently in need of money. She was so confused that she could not read his file. She was asking the questions to him whose answers were already written in his file. The handsome owner of this file was standing before her and was the only guy who applied for this job. "Okay! I need your whole information. Where did you work before as our cook, Mary has recommended you. You can start your job now, But I still want your whole detail. You can submit the rest of the details later. '' She said in her sweet usual voice. Bryan had instructed her not to hire anyone without knowing his or her full information.  

      "Yes, madam. That must be in file. "He smiled in an innocent way.

     She scrubbed her fingers on her forehead in embarrassment. He was affecting her and it was troubling her. His face wasn't showing sadness, happiness or anything. While she was getting uneasy on the couch. It was looking as he was interviewing her. 

        She was feeling bad for him. She had lost her mother. She knew the pain. She didn't want his full details of what job he had done in his past. She was giving him this job anyway. She was planning to talk to her brother and provide him money for his mother's treatment. She didn't want anyone to go through the same pain, "I'll check it. "She said in the same tone. 

      ' Jason Davidson. She called his name in her brain with a smile on her lips. '

    He was in an old white cream shirt and dark blue jeans. There was a bristle beard on his jaw and mustache. she stared at him for a while. She could guess, his worried life didn't allow him to look at himself in the mirror. 

      He must be around his mid twenty, she thought.

       She wanted him to trim his beard and changed him into an expensive suit. He had honey colored attractive eyes. when he rubbed his palm on his head to show himself a moron and a nervous person, on the contrary she found him the most handsome guy. The muscles of his arms twitched. It compelled her to think, was he really for a gardener job here? 

   ' Maybe he had faced something worse in his past as he doesn't look like a born poor guy. He is doing all this for his mother. Poor guy! She thought and her heart filled with sympathy and a strange unknown feeling covered her. She neglected it. She didn't have any space for this s**t. 

      "Okay you can work from now. I want you to grass the barren ground. "She said, giving him his file back. 

     "Yes ma'am. "He said again. Whenever she gazed at him his eyes were on the marble floor. Still, she was dreaming his gaze on her. 

      His voice doesn't seem like any worker's voice. She thought. His voice seemed bossy to her, of a ruler. 

    She wanted him to take off his shirt so she could see his body. She shut her eyes and shook her head, "Go to your work. It will take you two days to grass the diffuse ground. "she said rudely. Her harsh tone upset her. She didn't talk to anyone like this. 

     He nodded and she dreamt his smile on his chiselled face. He walked toward the land and slid open the glass gate of the hall. His back was showing the perfect shape of his body. 

     "You've got mad and crazy. Stop Imaging six abs dapper under an old white shirt. "She whispered to herself. 

    He turned with the same face, no expression. But his honey colored eyes were smiling as he had heard her and knew it was said about him. 

   She grabbed the file which he left on the glass table. She stared at his document in her hands. He had worked as a helper in the gym. Obviously he would have a nice body. She rolled her eyes over her stupidity and lost in her thoughts. She didn't want to drool over him anymore. Her brain was telling her to not to give him this job but she was not cruel. Because she was feeling for him didn't mean it was his fault, he and his mother would suffer because she found him attractive. That wasn't fair. 

       Suddenly, she heard screams from the front part of the house as she was sitting in the back side hall which was opening with a glass door at the barren ground side. She startled on her seat. She saw two men in black suits approaching her with no expression on their rude faces. They were looking menacingly dangerous while holding their guns in their black gloves hands. She staggered back unable to utter anything with fear. She fell on the ground on her hips. Fear was crawling her body, making her body shiver at the same time. She put her shivering hands on the ground to make her stand on her feet. She whirled to run away from them. She felt a rude hand on her forearm. She screamed, finding her voice. She punched him in his face. But he didn't get a bit effective with it. She swallowed hard with dread, and the scare covered her features. Man's jaw tightened, his hand grasped her tender wrist. "Unhand me. "She whispered and squealed with pain. EVIL'S lips twitched in a smile seeing her in pain. She pressed her lips together to stop the next scream. 

    ' How could anyone find happiness in someone else's pain, ' she thought. "You bastard leave my hand. "She grimaced, finding her courage. 

    His smile faded and covered the same menacing look again. He raised his hand to hit her. She squealed and raised her arm to cover her face. His hard hand didn't hit her. She felt his painful grip vanish from her forearm. She looked at her arm and there were red bruises on it. She lifted her thick eye lashes. Both men were on the ground, on their back and groaning in pain and blood was oozing from their mouths and noses. Jason was standing like a giant wall between her and evil people. His hands were fisted at his sides. He was looking more menacing than those evil people. She was frightening him more than those two bulky bad guys. Her nerves were jangling badly. Evils ran with shock and fear on their faces, after sighting him. There was horror on their faces as they had seen a ghost. He took two long steps toward them but halted and let them go. He turned to see her, "Are you okay, ma'am? "he asked with a tender voice. 

     Which made her fear run away in just a glance of him. She managed a smile, "Yes, thank you. '' she said. When bad guys were out of sight. Her brain started to work. She thought of them as Atkinson's men as she had run away. Goosebumps covered the back of her neck. She knew this would happen. Tension covered her beautiful face. 

' Did he send them to kill me? What can I expect from the mafia? Had they come to take me to him? How does he know about this place? ' 

     "No, you ain't. "Jason's voice broke her thought's chain. He looked at her bruise wrist. Suddenly, he touched her forearm and held it softly, touching with care. It sent a jolt straight in her stomach, making her astound. 

     She wrinkled her lips and pressed her teeth together to stop this tingle. 

       "I I'm fine. "She stuttered. 

       "Are you sure, ma'am. "He politely asked. 

       "Yes, I'm. I'm fine. "she smiled while nodding her head. 

       He allowed her hand to slip from his meaty hand. She turned from him and trotted toward her new room. She was still wearing her pajamas. She took a long cold water shower, "What's happening to me? "She closed her eyes to control these feelings. 

      She wore a midi light sky blue dress. She put the dark pink gloss on her lips and went down stairs. Amelia was still not home and her brother was in his new office. Her feet took her in the lawn. Afternoon sun was shining at the top of the sky. Her eyes stopped on him. Her lips parted, staring at the sight of his perfect muscular body. He was sweating. His curved body was shining under sunlight. She could see him working smoothly and sweating drops on his exposed body. She paced and stood near him, "It's hot outside. You'll fall sick. You can do it later in the evening when the sun will be down. "She told him. 

     He looked up at her, "You want it within two days, ma'am. "He said, not looking at her while her eyes rested only on him. 

   "No! Um, Do it later. Now, don't burn your skin. "She told him and gestured to him to come inside. 

    He stood up and ran his forearm over his sweating forehead. She didn't want to miss the chance to witness such a well-made body. His shirt was tied around his torso, giving him the top male model's look. He untied his shirt and donned it. Her forehead was sweating seeing him. She bit her bottom lip and turned back. She was glad when she saw him following her, "Mary. "She called out. She glanced at him. He stood with his head down like a shy boy. 

    "Yes, Miss Diana. "Mary asked immediately. 

   "He was working in the sun. You should stop him. "She reprimanded her which she usually didn't do. 

    "Sorry, Miss I told him. But… "Mary nervously looked at her hands. 

    "Whatever, show him the washroom. And asked the staff to take some rest for an hour. "She told her as the staff was working non-stop since the early morning. 

    "Yes, Miss Diana. "Mary nodded. 

    "Jason, after shower and lunch. I want you upstairs. I want you to help me with unpacking. "She told him. 

   "Yes, ma'am. "He said and walked away from her with Mary. 

     She was toying with her phone and was conceding to call his brother and tell whatever happened here. She shook her head in No and leaned back on the chair.