A Girl for Jack

Chapter 36

Mary woke the next morning to an empty bed. It was pass nine, she knew that Joker had been at the Gotham National Bank and finished with the job. She had plans for herslf. Mary packed up her briefcase and trotted down the main stair case. Mary was shocked to see Frost waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Frost?" 

Frost took Mary's brief case and escorted her to the Toyota FT1 that was waiting out front. Mary tilted her head as she looked at Fost. "Boss said it was yours now." Mary smiled and bit her lip as he opened the driver door. He helped her in and then got into the passenger seat. 

Mary caught Frost smiling as he looked ahead. "What?!"

Frost continued to smile and shook his head, "You look like a teenager that just got her first car." 

"This is my first car.." Frost smile lessened and continued to look froward until he heard her voice again, "So why are you my right hand man today?" 

"Boss wanted  me to watch over you today. He took Olin today for his deals." Mary knew he was talking about the bank, but dared not say anything. They finally reached their destination. Mary pulled up to the Lungomare, an Italian reasturant on Gothams waterfront. Frost followed Mary close behind as the host showed them to Simon Savlage's table.

The host turned to Mary and Frost, "Mr. Salvage will be here shortly."

Frost pulled Mary's chair out for her and sat next to her. Mary noticed Frost phone buzzing for a call. "I'll be right outside on the patio where I can see you." 

Mary nodded, "Sure, go ahead. I'll be fine."

Frost headed out to the patio as Mary waited. She turned her head as she heard an unfamiliar voice. "Miss Parker?"

Mary looked up at the handsome face looking down at her. "Yes..? Are you Mr. Salvage?"

Mary offers her hand and he politely shook it. "May I?" He pointed to the seat across from her. 

Mary slightly blushed, "Of course." Mary noticed Simon seemed as though he was irritated. His facial features where blank, and hard to read. "Would you like to order a drink?" 

Simon reached into his coat pocket. Mary noticed a wedding band on his finger. For some reason this gave her a sense of relief. Mary was a little put off that he didn't answer her question.  Simon presented an envelope with the shipping details that they had agreed upon. He studied Mary's features as she looked over the agreement. He smirked as he noticed her wedding and engagement ring. 

Mary looked up when she heard Simons phone ring. He didn't excuse himself. Mary ease dropped as she pretended to read over the contract. Simon was speaking Italian, "Sì, Ci incontreremo, non appena ho finito con questo incontro."  Translation: Yes, I will meet you as soon as I'm finished with this meeting. Simon listened as the other caller talked, "E 'nessuno, solo un cervello che non conosce il suo posto."  Translation: It's nobody, just a brain that doesn't know her place. 

Mary was furious. She quickly responded, "Dove è il mio posto, testa di cazzo." Translation: Where is my place, Dickhead?"

Simons gaze quickly met Mary's. "I'll call you right back."  Mary's chest was heaving with anger. Simon looked at her with a devilish smirk. "Beneath me, in my bed." 

Mary sat silently as she tried to gain her thoughts. Her conscience was not helping, "Holly shit.. Holly fucking shit!" Mary pushed her chair away from the table and reached for her briefcase. Simon had it before she could get to it. Mary looked down at his hand as he gave her the case. His finger lightly stroked hers as he handed her the case. He was so close Mary could smell his expensive cologne. "Think about it." 

Mary looked up at his perfect face, "You're  not my type." 

Mary tried to pull her briefcase out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let go, "Oh Miss Parker. You don't know my type. I could make you cum so hard, you wouldn't know what hit you."

Mary smirked, "Sure I would." She finally retrieved her case. "It's called guilt." 

Simon stepped back as Frost approached, "Everything ok Miss Parker." 

Mary never turned her eyes from Simon, "Yes, we were just leaving." 

Simons eyes never left Mary's face. "I'll be in touch." Simon pulled Mary's hand to his lips and kissed it as he smirked. 

Mary gave him a blank stare. "Good by Mr. Salvage." She turned to leave and Frost followed behind. The valet retrieved her car and they headed home. Frost tapped his index finger against his knee, "Everything, OK?" 

Mary sighed, "I just don't feel well." Frost quietly nodded and looked out the window on the rest of the ride home. When they arrived Mary ran to her room and closed the door. She reached her private bathroom and turned on the hot water in the sink and started to rub the invisible filth from her finger that Simon left there.  Mary dreaded when Joker would be home, he could read right through her. Mary's conscience showed up, "Do not tell him or he will ruin the deal. Just get it done and never talk to Simon again."  Just then Mary's phone buzzed, she gasped at the contact listed as Simon. She opened it, "Wife's away, do you want to play?" Mary felt as though she was going to pass out from the butterflies in her stomach as she thought to herself, "Oh no!"