Page 66 of Fierce-Jax

When she was waiting at the elevator, it opened and there was Jax.

“Oh, I was just coming to see you.” She walked into the elevator and Jax reached over to hit the number six for his floor. “You don’t have to hit the number twice,” she said.

“I wasn’t thinking,” he said. “What was it you wanted to see me about?”

“I just got Dillion’s number. I was going to pass it on. I know Garrett told you I was feeling under the weather last week.”

“He did,” he said.

“And I didn’t want to do this when others might be around. Can I give it to you now and then I’ll let you get on with your day?”

“Sure,” he said. “Why don’t you read it off to me?”

She pulled it up from her phone and then shared it with Jax. The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor and he got out, but she stayed in, gave him a huge exaggerated wave, and hit the ground level button to escape before anyone could backpedal.

There, her work was done.

Jax waiteduntil the elevator was on the first floor, then he walked to the stairs and made his way back to the third to see Dillion.

She was waiting by the door when he came around the corner laughing. Not surprising.

She swung the door open and then turned and locked it, pulling him toward her office and then shutting them in there.

“Wow, what’s come over you?”

“We don’t have a lot of time,” she said. “I want a kiss.”

He leaned in to give her the kiss that she wanted. Maybe he was missing her some too since he’d left her house on Sunday.

They’d talked that night when Gianna was in bed, but yesterday only had a few brief texts with each other.

If he wanted to call her again last night, he told himself to slow the hell down. It was too soon for them to be in each other’s space that much.

Since they didn’t always show up at the same time for work, it was hard to plan that and they’d missed each other yesterday. The same with today since he saw her car already here and had texted to say he was on his way up to see her.

“That was nice,” he said. He looked at his watch. “What time do your staff get here?”

“In about twenty minutes,” she said. “We’re good. We don’t start as early as you.”

“I’m assuming you talked to Carolyn since she just caught me in the elevator and gave me your number.”

“I did,” she said. “It was pretty funny. I thought you might run into each other here and that would have been hilarious.”

“Yes,” he said. “It would have been. Did you tell her we’ve been dating?”

“And ruin her fun?” she asked. “No. She didn’t give me a chance either. She asked for my number, and said we’d get along wonderfully, which I agreed was nice to hear, then she all but ran out the door as if I had a scalpel in my hand and was going to cut something off her body.”

“You scrape,” he said. “Not cut.”

“I scraped you, but others get cut. Anyway,” she said, waving her hand, “what did she do with you?”

He snorted. “The doors opened on your floor and there she was waiting to get on. I had a panic moment and hit the button on my floor after she said she was coming to see me. She didn’t notice it wasn’t lit up and explained I didn’t have to hit it twice.”

“Good catch,” she said.

“She gave me your number and then didn’t even get off the elevator and went back down. I waited until it was on the first floor and then took the stairs.”

“You’re so smart,” she said, running her hands up the front of his shirt. “Afraid some of your staff might see you?”

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