Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

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.