3 CHAPTER THREE
From the computer came the sound of a throat clearing, and Jefferson stopped kissing on Rebecca's neck.
“Jefferson? Are you there? I really have to get this over with...I have a meeting with J.T. in a half hour...”
Grinning Jefferson took Rebecca's hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down in front of the computer and waited.
The man on the computer screen via Skype was a handsome gentleman. He had a full head of silver hair, and had on some Polo glasses. He was looking down and sorting through some papers, and looked up over the rim of his expensive spectacles.
Smiling he said, “Oh there you are...” He looked at Rebecca and then at Jefferson. “Quite a beauty Jefferson. I see what you mean.”
Rebecca blushed, but felt a jolt of happiness. So he has been talking about me to him...that's a good thing.
“Now...” He began, “ Let's get the formalities out of the way. My name is Richard Getty, and you are most obviously Ms. Rebecca Hollis. We all know that seated next to you is Mr. Jefferson Hughes. Okay...that's out of the way.” He grinned and looked at the two.
A second passed and he continued. “Ms. Hollis this is merely a formality, not an inquisition. Please feel free to relax.” He glanced down and picked up some papers.
“In front of you both are copies of the “Non-Disclosure Agreement.” He held up a blank copy so they could see.
Rebecca glanced down at the papers on the coffee table and saw a replica of the document. She picked it up and showed it to the man on the computer.
“Correct...” He smiled. “Simply put, Ms. Hollis, you will agree to keep the ...uh...bedroom activities...between yourself and Mr. Hughes. Verbally. Whether or not you invite another party into your bed is up to you two...” He chuckled at his joke, and so did Jefferson.
Rebecca was quickly scanning the document. Nothing I wouldn't do anyway...I don't typically talk about my sex life...
“The other form is a non-liability contract...basically stating that you are an adult, and that all activities that yourself and Jefferson attend, engage in, and otherwise DO...are mutually agreed on, and have your consent. Essentially we don't want any lawsuits coming back at us in a few years. Understood?”
Nodding Rebecca picked up a pen and quickly signed both papers. She held the papers for a second and looked at the computer.
“Very good... Just like in Fifty Shades of Grey”. Richard Getty was saying as he started to put his documents in order.
“I never read it...” Rebecca said… For the 14000th fucking time...Jesus!
A quick surprised look from Richard Getty caused Rebecca to blush but she pushed on quickly. “Mr. Getty...where is Jefferson's copies of these documents?”
Surprised Getty smiled. “Pardon?” He asked.
“Well, If I have to sign them doesn't Jefferson? I mean...no offense,” She turned to Jefferson, “ But my life is the one being turned upside down here. Jefferson is used to this stuff...but I'm now the one who doinked Jefferson Hughes in the fitting room.”
Getty held up his hand. “Allegedly...um...doinked.”
Rolling her eyes Rebecca continued. “And now I'm on TMZ, and Access Hollywood, and all the other tabloid shows. Like I'm some kind of trollop or something. SO I want Jefferson to sign the same thing I do. I don't want to have a book written about me in a couple of years, detailing our time together...only under some different title. See what I'm saying?”
She looked back and forth between Jefferson and Getty. Both men were smiling.
“Understood, Ms. Hollis. I'll fax over another set, and Jefferson will sign them. Fair enough?”
Rebecca nodded and felt herself relax for the first time since the whole TMZ episode.
“Good...” Getty said as he began putting papers into a briefcase. “I'll have them sent right over...” He smiled and looked at Rebecca, “It was a pleasure Ms. Hollis, and I look forward to meeting you in person.”
Rebecca smiled back.
He looked at Jefferson and grinned. “I see what you mean, Jefferson. Tread lightly with this lady, my friend. Good bye.” He waved and turned off his computer.
Jefferson turned and smiled at Rebecca. “Well... Ms. Hollis...” He held up his drink and she clinked her glass with his. “What would you like to do now?” He asked slyly.
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Taking a long drink from her glass, Rebecca kept her eyes on Jefferson. As she let the drink slowly go down the back of her throat and relax her muscles, she considered. Should I have a talk about where this is going? Maybe I should just go with it...see where it ends up. I don't like either ending...
She smiled at Jefferson and sighed. “I could use a bath...”
He nodded and began rubbing her shoulders. “I can imagine that this is difficult for you Rebecca...Jesus you’re tight! Loosen up M'lady! “ He shook her shoulders gently, trying to loosen the knots that were there. “Now that it's out there we can have some fun!”
Quietly Rebecca asked, “Is that all this is? Fun?”
Jefferson stopped massaging her shoulders and Rebecca tensed up again.
Good job Rebecca...now he's going to kick you to the curb.
A moment later he started massaging again as he mused. “I don't know Rebecca...Honestly. I mean...you're different than other...situations...that I've found myself in. I would be lying if I said one way or the other where I think this is going...because I really don't know. But I like us together if that makes any sense.”
She turned to him and looked deeply into his eyes. Nodding she smiled. “Yeah...it does make sense. I kinda feel the same way. I just don't want to...you know...fall....”
As the word hung in the air Rebecca felt the color rushing to her cheeks. Too late...already there ...right princess?
Smiling he asked, “Would it be that bad? Falling for me?”
Rebecca couldn't help but smile. She shook her head, “No... it wouldn't be bad at all. Unless it was a one-way street. Then that would suck.”
Jefferson chuckled and nodded. “Believe it or not I have the same trepidation.”
He stood up and walked over to the bar, leaving Rebecca in a stunned silence. The silence was outward only. Inside Rebecca's head was a sudden tumultuous blare of questions. What does that mean? Is he falling for me? Is he worried that he might, and I wouldn't? Is this really happening? She took a sip from her glass and realized that she had drained it. Jefferson was staring at her as he made them both another drink. Inside her stomach butterflies were competing with the flip-flops of stress. She tried on a smile as she looked at him. It felt as nervous as she assumed it looked.
“You know...” He started as he sauntered back over carrying the drinks. “I kinda liked it when you stood up to Getty. You know asking about me signing papers as well. Kinda like you were taking charge.”
He handed her the drink and she took it gratefully.
“Oh yeah?” She smiled.
“Yeah...” He said as he sat down next to her. “So...you want me to boss you around on occasion?” She asked slyly as she took a sip of her drink.
Grinning he nodded. “Yeah...I think it would be hot.”
Rebecca could feel the sexual tension in the room increase in an instant. She glanced down at Jefferson's crotch and could see his bulge starting to grow already. Well ,well ,well, Mr. Hughes. Somebody is a closet submissive. Interesting. Smiling Rebecca reached over and slowly stroked his crotch, feeling his bulge grow.
“I think I could accommodate you Mr. Hughes.