<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Jarvis and Courtney meet again.</strong></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jarvis did not register the knock on the door, and only realised someone else was there until he heard a quiet <em>ahem</em> as Courtney Rivers approached greeting first Dorian, then him.  He was momentarily dumb-struck.  <em>Holy fucking shit!</em> Jarvis eyed the form in front of him. <em>I am <strong>definitely</strong> not going to regret this.</em>  Jarvis corrected his momentary lapse of composure, flipping his Blackberry from his right to his left hand and pocketing it again.  His face broke into a smile, "<em>Aha!</em>"  His exclamation trailed into a low chuckle. "Courtney! Or, my apologies, <em>Miss Rivers</em>...or should that be <em>Ms</em> Rivers...I never know these days."  Jarvis had a habit of playing up his public persona of New England  <em>politesse</em>.  Jarvis had taken Courtney's proffered hand and, rather than shaking it, had bowed slightly to kiss the back of it.  It looked extravagant, but Jarvis's purpose was to judge her scent as if it were fine wine.  Make up, soap, and perfume mingled with the pheromonal essence of a woman.  <em>Oh, yes.</em>  He thought.  <em>Quite a vintage. </em>  He kept hold of her hand as he stepped back at arms length.  He looked her in the eyes momentarily, but could not prevent the gaze from wandering down.  The robe she was wearing hugged her shoulders and was drawn in tightly at the waist, accentuating first her breasts then her hips.  "The photos of you struggle to do you justice.  You look..." He paused, realising that he was seeming lascivious.  "...simply stunning!" He concluded.  He released her hand, and she slowly withdrew her arm.  She was as poised and toned as a racehorse.<br/><br/>Before he had given Courtney time to respond, Jarvis was onto his Blackberry again.  "Now, forgive me my dear, I was in the middle of ordering lunch.  Are you someone that has to watch their waistline?"  Jarvis had a whole catalogue of archaic euphemisms, a product of his upbringing.  He knew that models had a reputation of eating next to nothing, or at least, that's what he believed.  "I was thinking sushi...Dorian hasn't expressed a preference yet...and some champagne...neither of which will spoil your fabulous figure, what do you say?"  Jarvis was feeling in control again.  "Well, either way, I think it's meet that we all get to know each other a little better ~ not in the biblical sense, you understand!"  Jarvis let out a fat belly laugh that did not seem to make sense in the context of his outwardly conservative image.  <em><em>Or, at least, not yet.</em></em> He finished the sentence in his head.  Getting to know Courtney was something that Jarvis had been preoccupied with since Aline Myobi had sent her details through to him.  Of the details that intrigued him, the one that most caught his attention was the latin tattoo.</span>