He swallowed, not quite prepared to open the message and get the big brush-off. He glanced at his neighbor, who was eyeing him like a bird in a cage might eye a cat lazing nearby.
Jax glanced out the window. Countryside passed on the distant ground. He was making way too much out of this. He just wanted the unknown. He just wanted what he’d gone too long without. He wanted her because that dream had pumped him to the edge of orgasm.
A deep breath cleared his head. Banished the desperation. There were plenty of women he could call on if he really needed to get off. But that wasn’t what this was about. He was trying to get to know her because, from what he’d discovered, he liked her. But he really didn’t have time for anything more than sex in his life anyway. So, ultimately, a brush-off would be a good thing.
Jesus, he could rationalize anything.
At least the brain twist had given him some control back. He even finished the water bottle before he opened the note.
Her handwriting was feminine, with thin lines, a slight slant, and trailing ends on her letters, almost a cross between cursive and print. The sight of it made him want to touch her. Made him want to look into her eyes.
He was starting to think she was driving him a little insane.
That was when he actually read the words she’d written:
Yahoo Instant Messenger:
VirginAmericaLexi
VirginAmericaJax
Log on when you wake up if you want to talk.
A spark of hope filled his lungs with air. That was a good sign, right?
Another flight attendant passed, and Jax flagged her down. “Ma’am.” He showed her the note. “How would I do this?”
She explained that he needed to log in to the Internet with his phone, download the application, and sign in to the chat software.
Within minutes, he’d logged in, and Lexi’s message came up in the chat window.
LEXI: Sleep well?
JAX: Aside from wet dreams about you, yes. Did you get some rest?
LEXI: Some. What did I look like in that dream?
JAX: Long blonde hair, between 5’5” and 5’9”, 34-28-34, but the cup size is…fuzzy.
LEXI: C
Jax smiled, and the muscles of his chest released. He felt like he’d found solid ground again.
JAX: What are your plans today?
LEXI: Most important meeting of my career at noon. I imagine that will last at least two hours. Then I’m going to hit the fabric mart, spend too much money on satin and lace…and maybe even a little leather. Doesn’t that sound fascinating?
Most important meeting of her future? And she hadn’t even mentioned it? The women Jax dated couldn’t stop talking about themselves.
JAX: Satin, lace, and leather? Yes. Absolutely fascinating. Tell me about this meeting.
LEXI: Popular designer is interested in partnering on a new line. It would give my designs mainstream distribution to major stores. Something I haven’t been able to manage on my own even after moderate success and fifteen years in the business.
Jax frowned at his phone. That was big. He was curious and wished he’d talked to her more about it earlier instead of focusing on sex.
Wait. No. Yes. No.
Shit. He just wanted to do it all. Talk business, have sex, get to know her. Have more sex. Then a thought occurred to him and his doubt meter shot up.
JAX: Impressive. Congratulations. How could you have been in the industry for that long if you’re under 30?
LEXI: Thanks, but it’s not a done deal yet. And I’ve been designing clothes since I was three. Tearing things apart, taping or stapling or tying or hand sewing them back together in a different way. Started selling my work in my teens. What are your plans for the day?
He stared at the message, surprised when she didn’t continue talking about that big meeting even when he’d left the door open. She didn’t drop the name of the popular designer, didn’t mention the names of the major stores, didn’t try to impress him by telling him how much money she’d be spending at the fabric mart this afternoon. He didn’t realize how much he liked that subtlety, that quiet confidence, until he’d experienced it.
JAX: Just working. Can I take you to dinner tonight?
LEXI: Where are you filming?
He sighed, frustrated with her pattern of selectively not answering questions.
JAX: Pelham Bay Park. How about drinks? Somewhere neutral, safe, like your hotel restaurant?
LEXI: And what kind of stunts are you doing?
“Shit.” In his peripheral vision, Jax saw his neighbor glance at him.
JAX: It’s a medieval. We’re filming the fight scenes. I’ll be on horseback, wielding a sword all day.
LEXI: That sounds fun. I’m jealous. Want to trade for the day? You’d be a hit at the fabric mart.
That comment hit Jax with an unexpected pinch of irritation beneath his ribs. His mind flashed back to Veronica’s seduction for the single-minded stunt-driving opportunity. He shook himself just as his phone dinged. She wasn’t seducing him. She was resisting his seduction—even though she’d started it.
LEXI: Wait. Scratch that. I haven’t been to the gym in months. I doubt I could lift a ten-pound weight let alone a sword. And I haven’t been on a horse since I was about eight. Ouch. That’s not sounding so fun anymore. But it’s definitely solidly in the fascinating category. And imagine, I thought you were interesting before.
JAX: Fascinating enough to reconsider dinner with me?
LEXI: Will you even be able to lift a fork after all that today?
JAX: I’ll be able to do a lot more than lift a fork.
LEXI: Where are you staying?
His heart kicked. His mouth turned in a smile.
JAX: Four Seasons. You?
LEXI: Spencer’s.
Jax’s smile faded. A lot of thoughts collided at once. More questions arose. A lot of questions she probably wouldn’t answer. He chose his words carefully.
JAX: A woman who values security and privacy.
LEXI: You know the hotel?
JAX: I do.
LEXI: Then you must value the same.
A tingle of mixed emotions rose in his torso. Excitement, dread, anticipation…
JAX: I do.
A moment passed, and Jax knew they were both wondering the same thing: the true identity of the other.
Spencer’s was a small, exclusive, high-end hotel run by Spencer himself, a retired Army Ranger who managed the hotel with a highly skilled security team. Spencer ran backgrounds on everyone who stayed there, refused entrance to anyone with any questionable history, didn’t accept entourages, and had a zero-shit tolerance policy. Spencer didn’t house criminals, adulterers, or users regardless of the fee they were willing to pay. And he expertly kept paparazzi at bay. His rates were high, but lower than the Four Seasons where Jax was registered.
Spencer spoke of no guest to any other guest. Every guest had some kind of personal connection through Spencer, so he knew every person staying at the hotel by name and reputation. Every employee and every guest signed a confidentiality agreement upon entering the premises, and Spencer enforced the agreements through the courts.
Spencer’s had a long history of integrity, quality, discretion, public security, and personal safety.
JAX: Lexi, would you see me tonight if I could get a room at Spencer’s?
Jax felt like his belly contents had been carbonated as he waited for her answer.
LEXI: Yes.
Jax’s face burst into a grin. His chest with relief and excitement. He sent a text to Spencer, then wondered if she’d said yes because she doubted his ability to get a room on such short notice or because Spencer’s endorsement by giving him a room made her feel safe enough to take a risk with him.
JAX: Fair enough. Good to know I’m not an axe murderer, right? A woman in today’s world…
LEXI: Yes. But I have to be honest, Jax. I’m also a businesswoman in a competitive industry where image drives reputation and reputation drives business. And I’m on the brink of merging with an established designer whose reputation has been decades in the making.
His smile vanished. His gut tightened. But he forced himself not to jump to conclusions. He was admittedly sensitive—overly so—on this subject and had been known to snap at innocent comments.
JAX: You used some big words there, Lexi, but it sounds like you’re saying your image may suffer if your interest in a…biker boy…were somehow known publicly?
LEXI: Unfortunately, yes.
Jax dropped his hands to his lap, where his phone stared up at him. A flash of cold raced over his arms underneath his jacket. Spread through his chest. Anger quickly formed a shield around the hurt, but it took Jax a few long moments to get through the seething transition.
He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over the letters of his keyboard, but he couldn’t find anything to say. His head was filled with years of his mother’s disapproving comments on how he dressed, how he wore his hair, whether or not he shaved, how he presented himself in public. Images of his father and older brother in their favored five-thousand-dollar Brioni suits, his middle brother in Upper East Side chic—whatever the hell that was—flashed alongside his own tattered, tattooed,
biker boy
look.
JAX: Well, shit, honey. I didn’t see that coming.
LEXI: I didn’t foresee having to explain. It’s a problem that wasn’t much of an issue until I saw you. Until I fell in lust with you. It’s not my personal view. It’s something I deal with for financial survival.
Kind of the way he’d been willing to go back to that bitch, Veronica, to get the stunt contract back for his company? Until Wes had slapped him upside the head.
Jax dropped his forehead into his hand and massaged at a growing headache. His phone vibrated, and he opened his eyes. But it wasn’t another message from Lexi; it was one from Spencer.
SPENCER: Might have a cancellation on a suite tonight. Will know in next twenty minutes. If it doesn’t pan out, you can always bunk with me, bro. Later. Spence
Jax grinned, but an ache had developed low in his gut. Not a good one. This one stemmed from the revival of an old wound. Of feeling…like one big disappointment.
LEXI: Being in the movie industry, I was hoping you’d understand the whole image dilemma. It’s refreshing to see someone who’s been able to retain his identity and live authentically. I’m sorry if I’ve upset or disappointed you. I’ve always believed in honesty—even if that’s being honest about the need to be…less than transparent.
JAX: I understand more than you know. How long are you in New York?
What the hell did he care if his style was an issue for her? What the hell did he care if she didn’t want to be seen with him? This wasn’t the change he’d been hoping for, but it was a start.
LEXI: Just today. I fly back tomorrow. Early.
JAX: Then reconsider dinner. I couldn’t get a room at Spencer’s, but I did get a suite.
LEXI: Shut. Up.
Jax burst out laughing just as the pilot announced their imminent landing and requested everyone turn off their electronic devices. Yeah. He’d take one night with her. He loved the way she made him laugh. And he really liked a lot of other things about her. Even admired a few. All before ever seeing her.
This was a big move forward for Jax. He felt the shift inside him. The hint of belief that there might be hope for him yet. And he owed it to an anonymous text from little Lexi.
Another text came through from Spencer.
SPENCER: Cancellation confirmed. You’re set up in room 714. Lots of good luck coming your way, bro.
Jax hoped he was right. As he sent Spencer a thank-you text, the flight attendant reminded him it was time to put his phone away. He texted Lexi first.
JAX: I have to shut down. When I get to the hotel, I’m going to take a shower. If you join me, we can fulfill one of the incredibly nasty dreams I had about you.
LEXI: I thought you had to be at work right away.
JAX: I haven’t done what I was told since I was two. And I can guaran-goddamn-tee I’ll set you right for that big meeting of yours this afternoon, sugar. But if I don’t hear from you by the time I’m showered and dressed, I’ll be back at the hotel by seven. I’m in room 714. That’s got to mean something positive, right?
He was going to shut down, but quickly added,
JAX: I’m yours, but you have to choose to take me.
And he turned off his phone.
Seven
Lexi’s heart ticked quick and hard against her ribs. In her hotel room, she pulled out everything in her luggage and stood there naked, just out of the shower, staring at her clothes spread across the four-poster bed.
“I have nothing to wear,” she said around the fingernail she kept clenched between her teeth. “That means I can’t go, right?”
Her gaze darted to the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red numbers created a countdown pressure in her chest. Her rational mind kept telling her to just wait to see him until after he got back from work. Just take the day to think about it.