Page 15 of Fierce-Jax

EXPLOSION OF INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS

“Going up?” Jax asked two days later as he stood by the elevator with his hands full.

He had two boxes of cookies he’d picked up at the bakery this morning to leave out for staff.

A treat for all the hard work getting the office set up and looking professional, welcoming, and comfortable.

“I am,” Dillion said. “Let me help you with that.”

He was going to say he had it, but the strap on his bag slid off his shoulder and started to drop down. He didn’t want his laptop to hit the floor.

“If you can just grab my bag,” he asked. “Or hitch it back on my shoulder?”

It was a backpack that he always threw over one shoulder to carry everything in.

“Or I can carry it for you,” she said. “Slide your arm out if you can balance the boxes.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Sure,” he said, putting the boxes in one hand while she slipped his bag off. Just the touch of her hand on his arm over his jacket was enough to ignite an explosion of inappropriate thoughts. The elevator doors openedand the two of them got in. She only hit the button for his floor. “You need to get off on the third,” he said.

“I can come back down,” she said. “Plenty enough time. Seems like you and I might be the early birds of the building.”

It was barely seven thirty. He was normally earlier than this. “I’m running late today,” he said. “Had to stop for the cookies.”

“Yum,” she said. “That’s nice of you.”

“The staff have worked hard to get us set up. It’s the least I can do.”

“That’s very considerate of you too,” she said. Her eyes dropped down to his hand. “And look at that. I do good work. Your hand looks great.”

He laughed.

He’d thought maybe she was just friendly in her office to ease her patients, but maybe he was wrong and she was like this with everyone.

Or just him.

Nah, couldn’t be just him. That’d be nuts.

Hot successful women didn’t tend to gravitate toward him.

Unless they wanted to be friends.

“Thanks,” he said. “I barely know it’s there, but you know, my doctor told me to keep using the cream so I am. It’s in that bag you’re holding. Three times a day.”

She laughed. “I guess you do follow orders.”

He gave a mock shiver. “It grossed me out. Even the fact that I contracted it from touching someone else.”

“I know,” she said. “It happens. It could just be a crazy reaction you had to whatever touched you. Maybe it was an allergic reaction to something you’ve never been in contact with before. We won’t really know.”

“And I hope I never get it again,” he said. “Ever. Or it’s in a spot no one can see.”

Now that he thought of it, he’d have to go back to Dillion and maybe it’d be in an even more embarrassing location and she’d think he was a gross dirty person.

“We’ll get it cleared up quickly if that is the case,” she said.

He was looking at her as they talked. She was smiling and a faint blush covered her face.

He was right—her eyes were blue today, which matched the blue jacket she was wearing. He barely noticed anything else.

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