“I would suggest The Jetty. The sunset is beautiful, and you can watch the sharks and fish swimming beneath you while you’re eating.”
“Sounds lovely,” I reply.
Too tired to really care, but knowing I need to eat something. The Mai Tai I drank has made my head swim.
“Seven thirty?”
“Perfect,” I tell her.
She ends the call, and I sink down onto the bed.
After I made a song and dance about him being a family friend. There’s no way I can be seen to be eating alone. Friends dine together, and I don’t intend to set tongues wagging.
It’s six thirty now. Hopefully, Jax won’t be too long.
I head to the bathroom, undress, and step into the shower.
The warm jets soothe the aches of the journey, easing the tension in my back and shoulders. I drop my head back and let the spray soak my hair. Picking up my shampoo, I pour some into my palms, running my hands over my hair before digging my fingers into the pressure points on my scalp, the way my stylist showed me. I almost moan at the sensation, the tender spots releasing.
Opening my eyes, I draw in a breath as I look out of the bathroom window. Jax emerges from the water and steps onto the terrace. His eyes lock on mine, the towel he’s just grabbed frozen halfway to his head.
My gaze drops to his broad chest and tribal tattoo, moisture flooding my mouth.
That’s new!
I close my eyes and drop my head back, placing my face under the water, before turning around and leaving my back exposed.
Shit! We’re going to need a rota. Everything in this place is fucking glass!
I finish up and turn off the water, grabbing one of the towels off the rack. I dry myself, then unwrap one of the hotel robes and slide it on.
Jax has disappeared, so I select the dress I’m going to wear and grab my makeup bag, before heading into the bedroom.
“All yours,” I say, popping my head out onto the terrace, after I spot two hairy, toned legs on one of the sun loungers.
Jax gets up, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. My eyes drop, not missing the tent ballooning the front.
Jax follows my gaze and grins.
“Really?”
Although my heart skips a beat.
“Don’t take it personally, princess.”
I turn away, not wanting him to see my heated cheeks.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
I storm back into the bedroom, before remembering about our dinner reservation.
I turn almost having Jax walk into the back of me. He holds out a hand, steadying me. The tiny hairs on my arm standing up, as if I’ve been shocked.
“Careful,” Jax says, his boyish grin still present.
“Dinner’s at seven thirty. We’re eating at The Jetty,” I say, before spinning away and moving further into the bedroom.
Jax stays surprisingly silent. When I turn around, he’s gone.
