Page 170 of Timeless

I turned around and this time I actually looked at the clothes before pulling them down and I didn’t go back to opening and slamming drawers.

“Is your taste in jewelry the same?”

I frowned and turned back to look at him. “That’s a weird question.” I never wore jewelry. I only wore the engagement ring he gave me. And then when I threw that at him in prison, I went back to wearing no jewelry for years.

Then Will gave me that promise ring and I did wear that. But the only piece of jewelry I wore now, was Jack’s necklace, which was a simple pendant on a silver chain. Nothing fancy.

“You trying to find out my taste for an engagement ring or something?” I questioned and when he didn’t immediately answer, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “And here I was thinking you were all knowing when it comes to me.” I couldn’t stop the grin. “Seems like I know you better than you know me. After all, I still know your taste in clothes.”

His look didn’t break from serious. “So, I’m guessing you still don’t like to wear it then?”

“What would make you think I did?” I was positive he still knew what made me, me.

“That.” He pointed to the side.

I turned and saw the cabinet displaying all my jewelry. Oh, that. Well, that would give you the impression I did wear it. I turned back at to look at him, how do I explain this without him getting jealous and resulting in him throwing it all out?

“Okay. You may not take this well.” I was honest and even sighed a little. “As I got older, I realized guys have this pattern.” Why did I have a feeling he was going to do straight to that cabinet and throw every piece out?

“Go on.”

“Guys like to make claims, and I started to realize how they did that with jewelry.” I had a really bad feeling but I knew I had to add more to that sentence. “Most guys, in the business corporate world, the way they show interest is usually with a piece of jewelry. But some of that jewelry is from men who are just good friends.” I felt like I needed to add that, that some of the jewelry was from just men who were friends because Jax’s expression was getting darker with each word that came out of my mouth.

“So, all that shit is gifts from guys who want to have sex with you?” He pointed at the jewelry and his words were tight.

I knew he wasn’t going to take it well. “I didn’t though.” I felt defensive, crossing my arms. “Have sex with them,” I added. I wasn’t some jewelry slut. “And it isn’t all just from men hitting on me, some of it’s from Tae.”

Jax scoffed. “So, you wear jewelry from Tae? That’s even fucking worse!”

I let out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t see the problem. If you know me at all, you know I don’t even like jewelry! Yet everyone kept giving me it!” I knew he wasn’t going to react well when he heard the reason behind my cabinet of jewels.

“Then all of it can go in the trash.” Jax’s eyes were back on me, and he had a slight smug look on his face. “You hate jewelry so no point keeping it.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Seriously, he was going with that angle? “I work in a job where I’m expected to be wearing expensive jewelry and I go out to restaurants, usually five-star ones, and I need to look the part.”

Today was a perfect example of why I needed that jewelry. I was having lunch with Justin. But I couldn’t tell that little fact to Jax.

Jax walked to the cabinet, picking something up and showing it to me. “You telling me you are the type of girl who wears fucking diamond cuff bracelets?” He didn’t hide his disapproval. And was holding the diamond cuff bracelet that I knew was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars like it was a disgusting thing he had found in the backyard.

“Like I said, those guys never knew my taste.” I had already told him that fact.

“Or maybe I’m the one who doesn’t know your taste.”

I heard the tint of disbelief in his voice as well as hurt, which made me walk the small distance between us.

“Jax.” I took the bracelet off his finger and dropping it in the case. “When it comes to me, you know me better than anyone.” I kissed his cheek. “You’ve always known what I want and what I need, so stop acting like you don’t.”

Last thing I wanted was him doubting what he knew about me. I took my hand off his cheek and went back to my clothes.

“You going into the club today?” I asked and started to pick which dress I’d wear to lunch. I had to use everything at my disposal at lunch. Which meant I was going to turn the sexy up to a level that would have Justin agreeing to everything I said.

“No. You really got to go to this lunch thing?”

“Yep.” I pulled down a dress, perfect for what I had planned. Screamed sexy and alluring and not cheap slut. Designer clothes always did know how to spin the slut from a dress and turn it into sexy.

I looked back at Jax, placing the dress down on the large seating section in the middle and I folded it up, so Jax didn’t see just how revealing it was.

“When you get back can we talk?”

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