which floor we're on and pushes the number eight on the panel. "I thought you wanted me to get drunk."
"That was Jude's plan, not mine," he mutters. "I just said you should lighten up."
On the way up to our floor my eyes are glued to Jax, noticing how well his black shirt hugs his broad upper chest. Remembering from that day at the pool what his sculpted upper body looks like. Wondering if the length behind the fly on his denim jeans is as big I bet it is. I'm betting it's...well, yeah. My face warms either from arousal or the alcohol buzz, I'm not sure which. Thankfully the elevator doors open, interrupting my carnal thoughts.
"This way," Jax says, heading to the left so I follow. "Here's your room, eight-eighteen."
"Oh, thanks," I say, pulling out the card he'd given me. I stick it in the slot and get all red lights. I try it again.
"Here, let me." He sighs, taking the card from my hand and easily swiping it to get green lights on the first try. He turns the handle and pushes it open for me. "I'm next door."
"Thanks," I say, breezing by him into the room, trying to avoid dwelling on how good he smells.
The first thing I notice is the incredible ocean view. Then I see the big ass whirlpool tub beside the bed. Next to the kitchen is a bar, and hanging on the bathroom door is a big, plush white robe. Did he do all this on purpose? I'd been joking about everything except non-smoking, and this room also met that request.
I turn back to the door where Jax still stands holding it open, watching me.
"You didn't have to do all this. I was just messing with you because of your princess insults."
"It's nothing," he says dismissively. But it really is. He keeps surprising me, probably because I keep underestimating him.
"Yes, it is. Thank you," I tell him. "I can't wait to soak in the tub."
With only a slight shake in my hands, thanks to the liquid courage I'd chugged earlier, I start unbuttoning the bottom of my white dress shirt. I make it up to the third one, right around my navel, when he finally notices.
"What are you doing, Page?"
"Getting ready to take a bath," I reply. When he doesn't come any further into the room I start back towards him. By the time I'm standing inches away I'm on the top button. I want, no need to know if the real thing is as incredible as the fantasy of being with him. Screw Elliot, and the rules.
I let my shirt fall off my shoulders to the floor. "You might want to shut the door," I warn, working on the back clasp of my bra.
"Page..." Jax starts, he swallows deeply as his midnight eyes lower to my lace covered breasts. "Don't."
My breath catches in my throat at hearing that one word.
"Sorry," he says swiping a hand over his face. "But…we can't. Client-attorney whatever, and you're engaged for Christ's sake."
"Right now it's just you and me here. No one has to know…"
"I'm not interested, okay?" he snaps. "So let's just pretend that this never happened." He slips out the door and lets it shut in my embarrassed face.
The man who admits to sleeping with any and all women doesn't want me. God, I'm an idiot for thinking he might, and now I've made a huge fool of myself.
I sit on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. My dad was right all along. Just as he predicted, in one moment of weakness I've managed to completely screw up this case.
Chapter Eight
Jax
What the fuck is wrong with me? The woman I can't stop thinking about naked just started taking her clothes off in invitation, and I leave the room like a pussy?
In the moment, hell yes I wanted Page. But long term? It's not worth it. I'm not worth Page losing her law license, and I don't want to be her dirty little secret behind her asshole fiancé's back. And that's all I'll be if we don't want to get caught.
Then there's the long term picture. I don't want to start something with Page and then get sent to prison for years. I have faith in her skills, but she's right. Convincing a
"That was Jude's plan, not mine," he mutters. "I just said you should lighten up."
On the way up to our floor my eyes are glued to Jax, noticing how well his black shirt hugs his broad upper chest. Remembering from that day at the pool what his sculpted upper body looks like. Wondering if the length behind the fly on his denim jeans is as big I bet it is. I'm betting it's...well, yeah. My face warms either from arousal or the alcohol buzz, I'm not sure which. Thankfully the elevator doors open, interrupting my carnal thoughts.
"This way," Jax says, heading to the left so I follow. "Here's your room, eight-eighteen."
"Oh, thanks," I say, pulling out the card he'd given me. I stick it in the slot and get all red lights. I try it again.
"Here, let me." He sighs, taking the card from my hand and easily swiping it to get green lights on the first try. He turns the handle and pushes it open for me. "I'm next door."
"Thanks," I say, breezing by him into the room, trying to avoid dwelling on how good he smells.
The first thing I notice is the incredible ocean view. Then I see the big ass whirlpool tub beside the bed. Next to the kitchen is a bar, and hanging on the bathroom door is a big, plush white robe. Did he do all this on purpose? I'd been joking about everything except non-smoking, and this room also met that request.
I turn back to the door where Jax still stands holding it open, watching me.
"You didn't have to do all this. I was just messing with you because of your princess insults."
"It's nothing," he says dismissively. But it really is. He keeps surprising me, probably because I keep underestimating him.
"Yes, it is. Thank you," I tell him. "I can't wait to soak in the tub."
With only a slight shake in my hands, thanks to the liquid courage I'd chugged earlier, I start unbuttoning the bottom of my white dress shirt. I make it up to the third one, right around my navel, when he finally notices.
"What are you doing, Page?"
"Getting ready to take a bath," I reply. When he doesn't come any further into the room I start back towards him. By the time I'm standing inches away I'm on the top button. I want, no need to know if the real thing is as incredible as the fantasy of being with him. Screw Elliot, and the rules.
I let my shirt fall off my shoulders to the floor. "You might want to shut the door," I warn, working on the back clasp of my bra.
"Page..." Jax starts, he swallows deeply as his midnight eyes lower to my lace covered breasts. "Don't."
My breath catches in my throat at hearing that one word.
"Sorry," he says swiping a hand over his face. "But…we can't. Client-attorney whatever, and you're engaged for Christ's sake."
"Right now it's just you and me here. No one has to know…"
"I'm not interested, okay?" he snaps. "So let's just pretend that this never happened." He slips out the door and lets it shut in my embarrassed face.
The man who admits to sleeping with any and all women doesn't want me. God, I'm an idiot for thinking he might, and now I've made a huge fool of myself.
I sit on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. My dad was right all along. Just as he predicted, in one moment of weakness I've managed to completely screw up this case.
Chapter Eight
Jax
What the fuck is wrong with me? The woman I can't stop thinking about naked just started taking her clothes off in invitation, and I leave the room like a pussy?
In the moment, hell yes I wanted Page. But long term? It's not worth it. I'm not worth Page losing her law license, and I don't want to be her dirty little secret behind her asshole fiancé's back. And that's all I'll be if we don't want to get caught.
Then there's the long term picture. I don't want to start something with Page and then get sent to prison for years. I have faith in her skills, but she's right. Convincing a
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