“Yes. Embarrass us.”
“How is there an ‘us’ in this?”
“Oh, shut up. You know there’s an ‘us’ in everything.”
“Oh, my apologies. I forgot how my dating life affects you.”
“Apology accepted. Now, what are we wearing?” he asked, looking at the pair of jeans and black top I’d chosen.
Digging through my drawers, I grabbed a pair of panties and a bra and attempted to sneak back into the bathroom to pull them on. Before I made it inside, Jax snatched my wrist and yanked me back towards the bed. Being the klutz that I was, I tripped over my own feet and landed on my bed with a bounce.
“Not so fast. What’s in your hand, Missy?”
“Nothing.” He gave me that look that had me trying again. “Fine. Underwear. Happy now?”
“Show me.”
“What!”
“Show me.”
“I’m not showing you my underwear, Jax. You’re being crazy.”
He growled at me. Actually growled. He was insane. Setting his glass on my bedside table, he pounced on me and started tickling. Jaxson was officially an arsehole. Kicking and squirming, I pushed and fought until I was panting and on the verge of wetting myself.
“Fine! Fine!” I conceded, throwing them at his head.
“Knew you’d see it my way,” he panted, climbing off me.
Standing up, he straightened his shirt, and I noticed for the first time how fancy he was dressed. Even his hair was looking extra shiny. “Where are you headed tonight?”
“We’re not talking about me right now, we’re discussing this underwear you were planning on wearing, if it can even be called that. How is it you even still own cotton undies with pineapples on them? Surely I would’ve burnt them years ago. Or I should’ve.”
“You don’t know everything I do, Jaxson Sebastian Marioncheski.”
“Oooh, full naming me now, are we?”
“Just give them back.”
“No. There’s no way I’m letting you leave the house with that delicious hunk of spunk wearing something so hideous.” Without letting me say a word, he ripped my panties in two.
“What the?” To say I was stunned was an understatement.
“Now I’ve dealt with that issue, what are you going to wear? Panties are in this drawer, right?” he asked, yanking it open.
After sorting through my drawers, he pulled out a scrap of lace I didn’t even know I owned.
“No freaking way!”
“Yes way. Go, put these on while I find you some clothes.”
Giving up the fight, I went into the bathroom and changed. “Well, what am I putting on over these, cos there’s no way I’m leaving the house in only this butt floss,” I asked, tugging the black lace out of my arse.
“Well I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable…”
“Bullshit!”
Jax ignored my outburst and kept going. “So you can keep your jeans cos they make your arse look fantastic. But you’re not wearing a black top. Black is boring. So, you’re wearing this.”
