“Oh, of course, sorry, sorry to interrupt,” she says, laughing awkwardly as she steps out of the doorway. I follow her quickly. The rage coming off Jax is almost a physical force, and I can’t get out of the room fast enough.
I follow Carrie to the elevators. The office is blissfully empty. I can’t believe we didn’t check the door. Thank god it was my sister and not one of my team.
“She isgorgeous,” Carrie says as soon as we’re out of earshot. “She’s like, model hot. How did you snag that one? Herhair. It makes me want to grow mine.”
“Sorry you walked in on that,” I say sincerely.
She laughs. “Yeah, I might have to bleach my brain tonight. Although you have a nice butt. I had no idea.”
“Carrie!”
“What? You wantmeto avoid the obvious? You shouldn’t be screwing your girlfriend in your office, Gray. You should be wining and dining her and doing the rest of it at home.”
“Uh-huh, I’ll make a note of that.”
She smirks as she looks back at me, pushing the button for the elevator.
“Go back and apologize for me again. And I hope you get to finish!”
“Carrie!”
She’s still laughing like a maniac as she gets into the elevator, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my face crimson with embarrassment. The doors close, and I turn, half expecting Jax to be behind me, about to claw my eyes out.
Instead, when I get back to the office, she’s fully dressed again, leaning against the desk and looking furious.
“What in the actual fuck, Mr. Jones?”
I frown at her. “Gray.”
“I’ll call you Gray when you call me Jax. And not just in front of your sister,” she retorts.
I close the door. “I’m sorry about that.”
“As you fucking should be.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her really angry, and to my complete lack of surprise, it’s a huge turn on. She looks ready to kill me, and yet she’s never been hotter in my eyes.
Her hair is mussed from where I grabbed it. I can still hear the echo of the slaps I gave her across her ass, and my cock is throbbing, still half hard.
“I’m not meeting your goddamn mother, so you can find an excuse for that.”
“Youwillbe coming to Sunday lunch,” I insist.
“Fuck you, I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend to get your family off your case. I’m assuming that’s what this is about.”
“I’ll pay you.”
The stacks of money behind her feel as if they’re burning through the desk as I look at them. There’s something debauched about the image after what we just did together, something dirty and sordid that makes my cock throb. But then, there’s another side to it that makes me want to sweep it all into the trash.
She sure looked comfortable talking to my sister.
She stands up, her hair coming loose, and I struggle to keep my distance from her. I just want to flip her over and pick up where we left off.
“You’re unbelievable, you really think money can just buy you whatever you want? Meeting your family isn’t in the contract.”
“Ten grand.”
She goes still. Those huge hazel eyes find mine, and I take a step toward her. “You’re not serious.”
