"That was pretty impressive, you know," He heard from behind him, recognising Jasmine's voice.
Mark shrugged as he lit another cigarette. "I deal with a lot of information at work, so I'm pretty good at taking stuff in. Plus, we spent hours on this today.""You missed one," She said gently, taking a seat beside him. To his surprise she leaned over and picked up his cigarettes and lit one for herself, then grinned. "I've had a couple of drinks.""What did I miss?" Mark asked, not really caring if she smoked or not. Who was he to say anything, given he was chain-smoking like an addict on death row."The Business Consultants you work for?" She said, making it a question."Of course. With offices in the US, UK, Canada and Australia," He finished."Seriously, that's really impressive, remembering all that."Mark exhaled a long, smooth breath. "I spoke to Myra. Told her I was at the club in MyrtleSleep eluded him though.He fidgetted, rolled over, couldn't get comfortable and couldn't quite drift off, so he got up again, grabbed a pair of shorts and a hooded jersey from the dressing room and went outside again."Psst. Mark."It took him a moment to trace the source of the loud whisper, but he saw Maddywalking round the balcony from her suite to his. "How you doing?""Can't sleep," He told her, taking a seat."Me neither. I think that's been forty hours now or something," She replied."Jesus, Maddy. You should be in your bed.""It's not happening though. I just can't drift off.""Yeah, I know what you mean. I just got back up myself."She looked at him for a minute, her head tilted to one side. "Come with me, Mark." She turned and began to walk around the balcony, her white trackpants and vest top making her easily visible in the dark. "Come on."Markgot up and followed her round the balcony and
"Morning, Mark."He felt the gentle hand rubbing his shoulder, and recognised Jasmine's voice. He opened his eyes, seeing a hint of brightness in the room from the bedside lamp.Jasminewas sat on the side of the bed, wearing an oversized football shirt, her hair hanging loose, grinning at him."It's six o'clock already?" He mumbled."Quarter to," She replied. "Time to get out of bed, Mark. Rise and shine, although I think you've got the rise part taken care of." Her eyes flicked down the bed at the same instant that Markrealized he had an erection, and was lying on his back, tenting the sheet just as she had predicted twentyfour hours ago."Oh, shit. Sorry," He muttered, sitting upright and making sure the sheet covered him.Jasminechuckled, a wicked noise that made him grin a little sheepishly. "Told you.""Yeah, you did," He replied and his eyes narrowed. "Is that my football shirt
Despite his aching arms and shoulders, the hot water invigorated him and the thought of Jasminebeing in here, naked and soapy only a few minutes before had him hard, so Markrubbed one out, his eyes closed as he remembered that glimpse of her body.Despite having extensive practice when it came to jerking off, and lots of inspiration, it wasn't the most spectacular orgasm Markhad in his life, but it served to ease the tension in him so he finished washing himself, stepped out the shower, grabbed a towel and roughly dried himself off."I'm out here," Jasminecalled from the bedroom, so Markmade sure his towel was secure around his waist then walked out to join her. She was already dressed but had a towel still wrapped around her hair."Here's your clothes for the morning," She said, waving to a pair of jeans, a v-necked top and a jacket, "And here's your workout clothes for lunchtime," She added, indicating a pair of shorts
When they returned, Jasminewas waiting for them, and as Garius had covered the computer manufacturing operation, their software development companies and the mobile telecomms part of their organisation, Jasminestarted on the 'Hollywood' side of things.She began laying out information for them on the Production company, the Talent agency and the music and magazine companies, a slightly more glamorous side of their business. She spoke about some of the stars they represented, household names in some cases, and briefly went into what shows and productions they had shares in that were run or managed by other companies, drawing both Maddyand a reluctant Myrainto the conversation by asking them if they'd seen this movie or show, or heard music by a particular artist.Markwas a little amused at how skillfully she'd drawn them into the briefing, making it more of a conversation than a straight delivery of information, and before he knew it she wa
Markwalked back outside wondering about what Connor had asked. Thinking about it, it seemed entirely right that BenjaminMoorewould have built a safe room, or a whole series of them somewhere on the Island. If he had, surely it would be a priority that Henrywould take them aside and show them where it was and how to access it.He was still frowning as he exited the building to find Jasmineon the phone. She hung up as soon as she spotted him and walked over to join him."That was fast.""Yeah, he just ripped through the list, separating them into two piles," Markexplained. "Good guys and wanks.""Oh for Gods sake," Jasminemuttered."Told me to come back when we know what we're doing, where we're going and what type of protection we'll need," Markadded."Okay, that's not bad, I guess," She said, flicking through the folder. "Five? There was twenty two profiles in there."Markshrugged.
"Oh, my," Jasminemuttered, looking at him as if he'd changed into someone else."What?""This is going to be fun working for you," She said, smiling. "I'm not used to apologies and so much reasonable behaviour. It's really sweet."Markchuckled. "Sweet?""Yeah.You're so conscientious. It's... nice.""Just what every guy wants to be.... sweet and nice," He muttered, rolling his eyes."By the time Jaydenand Francescahave got you sorted out, you'll be fucking hot too," She grinned, giving him a playful wink.Markchuckled. "Yeah, I still don't buy that.""You'll just have to trust me," She said firmly. "As for being a grump, as you put it. When Mister Moorewent off on one he wouldn't stop for at least an hour. You were all of two minutes, so don't worry about it.""Just tell me if I'm behaving like a dick, okay?"Jasminechuckled. "Okay. B
Mark's eyes flickered over her shoulder as he spotted Maddy, Myra, Heidi and Garius arriving."Oh wow," He murmured, seeing Myra's new hairstyle. Gone was the long, curls. In it's place was something new and very eyecatching. Her hair was straight, without a single curl in sight, and it reminded Markof Jennifer Annistons hairstyle in the latter years of Friends, although it was more sharply angled at the ends. It shone in the sun, all black, straight and sleek.Jasmineechoed his sentiment a moment later. "That really suits her. I see they haven't done much with Maddy's hair though."Marklooked at her hair as they approached. He could see that it had softer lines to it, a lot more feminine in a subtle way, and that it really suited her softer features. "No, they have. They've made it suit her more than it did before."Markgreeted his sisters, complimenting them both on their hair. Myrajust shrugged it off, whil
"You let the US Special Forces use this place to train?" Maddyasked. "How cool is that?""About seven or eight years ago. It was supposed to be a hostage-rescue thing, and they claimed it a success," Jasmineexplained. "They caused around four hundred thousand dollars worth of damage though, so they haven't asked to come back again, and they've been very helpful when we've needed it because we still haven't told the media.""How the hell did they do that?" Markasked."They blasted through windows and doors with explosives all over the Island. Sunk two of the boats, blew up the pier and quite a bit of stuff went missing, most of it alcohol and steak," Heidi added. "When Mister Moorefound out he laughed so hard he nearly choked.""Sorry, but can we get back on the topic here?" Maddyasked, still distressed at the thought of speaking in public."I'll do it, Maddy," Marktold her."Hey, ar