As soon as I hear the shower start, I drop the robe and get dressed in record time. I place product in my hair before scooping it up.
I open my makeup bag and place it on the dressing table, beginning my regimented skin care routine. My mind wanders to Jax standing on the terrace. I may not like the man, but I’m not blind. His broad shoulders and narrow hips. His height, dark hair. The addition of the tattoo adds further intrigue. I’m not usually a fan, but even I have to admit the dark lines swirling over his shoulder, chest and bicep. I swallow hard.
Pipe down, hormones!
It’s definitely been far too long since I’ve seen any action, if I’m fantasising about Jaxson and his tattoo!
I finish applying my makeup and style my hair. Having straight hair has its benefits. Jax still hasn’t appeared by the time I’m done, so I open my laptop as a distraction, flicking through emails, firing off answers and requesting more information where necessary.
Like my father and grandfather, I’m not a CEO who sits in her ivory tower. I get down and dirty with the day-to-day running of the chain. The FHG has continued to go from strength to strength over the past couple of years, and with this new project, it will cement our name in history.
I close my laptop as Jaxson reappears. My breath catches in my throat, and I swallow hard. Fitted jeans accentuate his long, toned legs and arse, paired with a dark navy polo shirt that hugs his chest and shoulders.
“Ready?” he asks, ignoring my gaze, if he noticed.
“Let’s do this,” I say, dragging my eyes away and pulling on my Louboutin’s.
I stand up, my sundress floating around my legs, hugging my figure.
Jaxson moves to the door, holding it open so I can step through. The heat hits me instantly, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned bedroom.
We walk in silence along the wooden walkway. The restaurant itself is situated at the end of the jetty. The sun is starting to go down, and I have to admit, Bethany wasn’t lying. The sunset is beautiful.
We’re greeted at the door of the bar area by one of the staff.
“Welcome,” he says, ushering us to a table. “Can I get you something to drink before your meal?”
Jax looks at me questioningly.
Act normal.
“A drink would be lovely. A Mai Tai, please,” I say, knowing I’ll need to take it slowly until I consume some food.
“A beer,” Jax says. “Thank you.”
We take a seat opposite one another. I gaze out at the sunset, the orange, peach and blue against the now dark water is stunning.
“This is a surprise,” Jax said.
I shift my gaze to his. “Anything else would set tongues wagging,” I say, my tone matter-of-fact.
He nods before staring out over the water.
“It’s very beautiful.”
“It is,” I say. “I’ll ensure the marketing department uses it as a selling point. Maybe offer a photographer for honeymooners and couples.”
“Do you ever switch off? Just enjoy the moment?”
His words take me by surprise.
“This is a working break,” I say.
“There’s no such thing.”
“If that’s the case, why would I switch off?”
“Everyone needs a break.”
