He didn’t respond. Lexi closed her eyes as regret welled in the pit of her stomach. If she had more time, she might be able to get logic to overpower fear.
JAX: Sweetheart, I’m a man. I’m visual.
LEXI: I’ll let your hands and your mouth and your body see every part of me.
JAX: Jesus Christ.
She waited. Hoped.
JAX: How about leaving on the bathroom light? I don’t want to be tripping over myself. That would be embarrassing.
True. He was probably right about that. Bathroom light? How much could he see with the bathroom light?
LEXI: Bathroom light, door open two inches.
JAX: Door open halfway.
She grinned. His playfulness eased a couple of nerves.
LEXI: Three inches.
JAX: Four.
For God’s sake.
LEXI: Done.
JAX: Hold on.
Lexi glanced at the door just as the space darkened. Her stomach fluttered. Heart picked up speed.
JAX: Okay—your demands have been met. Now I need a few things.
Oh shit.
LEXI: Yes?
JAX: Clarification: You are NOT married or involved.
LEXI: Correct.
JAX: We did not know each other before talking at the airport.
LEXI: Correct.
JAX: You are not a hired killer.
She laughed out loud.
JAX: God, you’ve got a great laugh. Get your ass in here.
Her stomach twisted with excitement.
Walk, Lex. One foot in front of the other.
Chapter 8
Lexi’s mind blurred between the moment she took the first step and the moment she stood in front of Jax’s door. She focused on the numbers—seven-one-four—pulled air through her lips, and pressed her hand to the cool, painted metal.