Page 57 of The Jaded Notes

He turns and leaves without giving me time to tip him. I should stop him, but I’m too curious about who these are from to worry about running after him.

Are these from Jax?

They could be, but we only established that we both want a sexual relationship last night after work. Thinking they’re from him could lead to a letdown.

Would he send me flowers? Who else could it be?

A thrill shoots up my chest just thinking about how dominant he was. Something about giving up control to him leaves me breathless.

At first I wanted to fight back, but his commanding tone and stare were enough to tell me that if I didn’t comply, I wouldn’t get to explore any part of that side of him. And I really want to experience him…all of him.

There must be two dozen roses in the arrangement, because the aroma fills the air without me even bringing them to my nose. I do anyway and smile. My stomach swirls in delight.

I set them on the counter and open the envelope. Inside is a heavy black card with gold words typed on the front.

Go to your guest room and open the closet. Tonight, wear red. Be ready by 7:00. Our dinner reservation is for 7:30, and we will be on time.

Dinner?

Whoa. I didn’t expect that.

I flip the paper over. Nothing. What the hell?

I place the card down and run to my closet. Excitement bubbles up in me, and I squeal. I fling the foldout doors open, and my jaw drops. Hanging inside are at least seven different dresses with shoes to match.

How did these get in here?

I frown for a second, then notice a stack of lingerie boxesoff to the side. “How in the world did someone get these into my apartment?”

I should be furious, or at least scared, but I’m not. Something about the way everything is put together tells me I’m safe and this was done to please me. Maybe being Jaxon Crowne’s submissive is going to be worth more than I initially thought.

I want to text Trent and see what he thinks about the situation, but I know I can’t. I mosey out to the living room and find my phone. Maybe there’s a way I can get his input without disclosing anything.

Oh, I know.I type out a message and snuggle into the corner of the couch.

Me:Remember the guy I met last night at the dance club?

Trent:Yes. How could I forget?

Me:He wants to take me out tonight.

Trent:What’s the problem, my special little boo?

Me:I got the sense he’s into some different type of stuff.

Trent:Such as?

Me:Sexual things.

Trent:Do tell!

Me:He made a comment when I hugged him goodbye. He told me if we go out, I’ll have to follow his directions in order to get what I want. What should I expect?

Trent:Let him lead. Are you going to sleep with him?

My stomach twists, and heat rises through me. An image of a naked, chiseled Jax standing before me flits across the screen of my mind, and wow, do I want to see that in real life.

Me:I don’t know. I think I want to.