Chapter 21
Jax
The following day, I’m dead on my feet. The club closed at 2 a.m., and I waited around afterward to make sure that Nick and his men left as they had promised.
He’d spent much of the night in his booth, leering at me, ordering free drinks, and making a nuisance of himself.
I had sent Scott home so he wouldn’t have to see him, but that had meant I was up much later than usual. I feel like I could fall asleep standing up right now.
Even with all that, a pulse of anticipation moves up my spine as I approach my desk. The dreams I had last night, when I was finally able to get to sleep, were filled with images of our interrupted fuck yesterday. It left me achingly unsatisfied.
If Mr. Asshole offers to pick up where we left off, I wouldn’t give him any lip about it.
I place my bag beside my desk, waving to Vince as he walks by, his arms filled with passes for new recruits.
From the emails Jones has received from Fran lately, the company is expanding aggressively. Hundreds of people have applied for the open roles, and her team has been busy with interviews and applications all week.
When I check the schedule, Jones is tied up for much of the day, too.
As I sit at my desk waiting for my computer to boot up, I stare at the door of his office, irritation thrumming through me as I remember how he lied to his sister about me.
He didn’t even look embarrassed or guilty; he was just eager for me to play along. Still, the thought of getting ten thousand dollars fills me with a warped sense of satisfaction.
What am I going to do when he’s tired of me though?
“What are you looking so serious about?”
I jolt back in my seat, turning to the end of my desk where Mr. Jones is standing. He looks edible in a charcoal suit and black shirt. Fuck, I want to rip that thing right off?—
Pull yourself together, Jax.
“I was just getting pissed about the fucking lunch on Sunday,” I say, keeping my voice low. His eyes narrow as he glances behind him at the people trickling into the office. But when he turns back, there’s amusement too, as he licks his lips.
“And what do you object to? Getting paid for sitting on your ass?” he asks, coming around to the front of the desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are your other sisters like?”
“Irritating,” he says mildly. “And my mother is very conservative, so you won’t be able to get away with those killer heels at her place.”
“Well, screw that, I’m not wearing flats.”
He raises one eyebrow, his blue eyes looking even more startling against the dark shirt. “Are you trying to get more money out of me?”
“What? No!” I say, passing him the preloaded iPad he takes to all his meetings. “I’m just saying if you bring a girl home, she should be able to be herself.”
He pauses as he scrolls through his schedule, his eyes moving to mine as I realize what I’ve just said.
“I don’t meanbringing a girl homein that sense. But people shouldn’t have to dress differently because of your mom’s preferences.”
“You haven’t met my mother.”
“No, and I wouldn’t have to if you just called your sister and told her the truth.” Then I fall silent as I think about the possibility of losing the ten grand. “But you’ve told her now, so I guess I’ll have to put up with it,” I add hurriedly.
He nods, putting the iPad under his arm.
“Just wear something cute and colorful, and she won’t even notice your flats.”
I open my mouth to protest, but as I do, Devan Chase arrives behind him. The other man looks short-tempered already and glowers at me before they move off together, speaking quietly as the rest of the office starts to arrive for the day.
