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He didn’t say anything for a few seconds while she finished her work. Her jacket lay along the bench at the end of the bed he’d had custom-made for his six-foot-four-inch height. The sleeves of her dress shirt were rolled up. Her hair was loose about her shoulders. Her legs were long and toned.
And again . . . her ass.
Perfectly round. Tight. Tempting.
The hem of her short skirt rode high as she swiftly smoothed the bedding she’d turned down. So high, he could see the gap between her thighs and the slightest hint of her cheeks peeking out.
Jax swallowed a groan of lust.
He’d had his reservations about hiring a woman to fill this position. But Greta had favored her above the other candidates, and Lex trusted Greta explicitly—so Jax did as well in this case. Plus, Liliana Hart possessed excellent credentials. It wasn’t just her tenure at the Cliff House—she also came from a line of butlers. So of course she’d understand all the parameters of the job. Confidentiality and five-star, 24/7 beck-and-call service.
She’d been a solid choice on paper.
Yet Jax hadn’t seen her in person until now. Lex had mentioned her briefly on the way into the city. But hadn’t elaborated by any means.
Now Jax was stuck with the sight of her ass burned on his brain.
An ass he could imagine grabbing. Biting. Fucking.
Damn it.
This was definitely not a complication he needed. He carried enough weight on his shoulders at present.
To distract himself from his errant thoughts, he cleared his throat. Also hoping to alert her to his presence without scaring the hell out of her. According to Lex, Jax had already done that.
No such luck in not freaking her out again, though.
She gasped. Stilled.
He suspected her eyes bulged.
Slowly, she straightened and turned.
Yes, indeed. Wide tawny irises with a stunned expression flashing in them.
And . . . son of a bitch . . .
Jax’s pulse hit the red zone.
She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Including Katarina. Which was saying a hell of a lot.
This woman wasn’t a fragile, meticulously polished, angelic vision like Katarina.
This woman was curvy in all the right places, with wildly sexy hair and a face that belonged on magazine covers.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her full breasts pushing against the tight material of her shirt, looking as though she just might pop a button. He wouldn’t mind.
She wrung her hands at her stomach. Caught the nervous gesture and immediately clasped them behind her back.
“Mr. Sterling. I wasn’t expecting you back so early,” she said on a heavy breath, her voice low
and sultry. Erotically stirring. “Mr. Alexander mentioned you would both be out well after midnight. I’m so sorry for the intrusion.”
Jax’s brow quirked. “You’re apologizing for doing your job?” he lightly jested, despite the sudden throbbing of his cock that was wholly distracting.
“This is a behind-the-scenes task,” she explained, a tinge of pink staining her otherwise perfect porcelain complexion.
Because he’d caught her bent over his bed in a compromising position? Or because he was half naked?
