"Oh, so you can insult him, but I can't?"
"Pretty much."
"I'll never get you guys."
"You're right," he said. "You won't. So stop trying. And I meant what I said."
"About what?" she asked.
"About you and me talking." His voice hardened. "Later."
She paused. "Maybe over dinner?"
"No," he said. "At the office. Eight o'clock."
"Tonight?"
"No. Tomorrow morning."
In a tone of pure temptation, she said, "We could meet for breakfast."
"Forget it."
"I don't know whyyou'reso crabby," she said. "No one calledyoua cunt."
"Hey, I've been called worse," he said. "Now, shut the door on your way out, will ya?"
A moment later, I heard a slam followed by the tip-tap of heels across a hardwood floor.
Listening, I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, the relief was short-lived. The footstepsweren'treceding. They were growing louder.
Oh, crap.
My room was at the end of the hall, which made it impossible to believe that the footsteps would simply pass by and keep on going. Sure enough, I soon heard the rattle of a doorknob.Mydoorknob.
Sitting upright in the bed, I watched in horrified silence as the knob turned back and forth, again and again. The rattling grew louder and more ferocious, even as I heard new footsteps thundering down the hall.
They ended just outside my door. In a quiet voice, Jax demanded, "What the fuck are you doing?"
The doorknob gave a final rattle as she asked, "Why is this locked?"
"Because it is. Now, get out."
"Is someone in there?"
I was holding my breath.Yes. There was. And the someone was me.
Stupidly, I couldn’t help but wonder what Jax was wearing. What did he sleep in, anyway? Was he standing out there, naked?
No, I decided. Because if he were, Morgan surely would've commented on it by now.
Right on cue, she said, "Nice boxers."
"Screw this," he said. "Let's go."
With a smile in her voice, she replied, "Oh yeah? Where?"
"To the office. You wanna talk? Great." He definitely wasn't smiling. "Me, too."
