Allie gave a cheerful nod. "Oh yeah. She said lots of things about Dominic. But mostly, she wants you to call her when you get a chance."
Would I? Maybe. Maybe not.Regardless, it wouldn’t be tonight. I looked to the bed, where the dresses were still laid out.
Allie said, "If you're trying to choose, I vote for the cocktail dress."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," she said. "He won't be able to keep his eyes off you."
As it turned out, she was right.
Chapter 47
"So," Jax was saying, "you got a number in mind?"
For the last hour, he'd been eyeing me with an expression that I couldn’t quite decipher. He'd been asking lots of questions, too. Some were easy.
What did I think of Florida?
Did I like my job?
What kind of music did I like?
But other questions? They were tough, especially this latest one, which I hadn't yet answered.
The whole time, he'd been piercing me with that penetrating gaze of his, like he was determined to figure me out.
I couldn’t imagine why. I mean, I wasn'tthatcomplicated, at least not compared to him.
We were sitting in a posh restaurant overlooking the water. We even had a window seat, and the setting sun was the perfect backdrop for what should've been a relaxing dinner.
But Iwasn'trelaxed.
I was flustered beyond all reason. There he was, sitting across from me in a tailored suit – open collar with no tie. And hereIwas, in my best cocktail dress – hell, myonlycocktail dress, plus high heels and the only decent jewelry I had, which of course, was nothing spectacular.
But Jax? He looked good enough to eat, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. Even as we'd been walking in, every female head had turned in his direction. Their looks had been long and lingering, like they wouldn't mind taking a nibble if the opportunity presented itself.
It wouldn’t.
Not ifIhad a say in the matter.
And yet, I couldn't blame themtoomuch. His stride was confident. His clothes fit like they were tailor-made. His hair was dark and lush. And his eyes were so compelling that even now, I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
Silently, I was comparingthisJax to the Jax who'd been driving that beat-up van just a few hours earlier.ThatJax was rough and tumble – hard and sexy, with a distinct edge. ButthisJax? The guy sitting across from me? He was smooth and sophisticated, the kind of guy who'd grown up with servants and a silver spoon.
Both versions scared me.A lot.
It's not that I was scared ofhimexactly, but rather, my feelings were just a little bit terrifying, especially now when he was asking all of these intriguing questions.
He leaned back in his chair and repeated the gist of the latest one. "So, how many?"
I blinked. "Sorry, what?"
"Kids," he said. "You got a number in mind?"
"Oh. Three or four." I tried to laugh. "Or maybe ten."
He smiled. "Ten, huh?"
