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And I guess he was right. I’m really not used to whiskey.
I had those dreams again. Dreams I had when I stayed here that summer. The ones of Jax watching me, being there in the shadows of my room, keeping me safe. Lines would blur between wake and sleep and I could never tell which state I was in but having him there, either in a dream or real life felt…safe.
I stretch again and roll to my side and am surprised to see a beautiful bouquet of red roses in a vase on the table next to the bed. I crawl towards the sweet gesture and see a note.
I’ll be back around 1 pm with lunch.
The digital clock behind the vase clicks to a new number and catches my attention. “Jesus!” I grab the little rectangle examining the time. It’s already 11 am. I can’t believe I slept that late.
I jerk to a sitting position and push my fingers through my messy hair. I look down at my stretched day old shirt and blow out a sigh. I look like crap. I swing my legs down to the floor so that I can rush to the bathroom in an attempt to make myself presentable before he’s back, but as soon as my feet hit the floor I feel something soft. And when I look down I see ruby red petals.
The smooth feeling shocks me, pulsing warmth up through my chest and I cover the smile I can’t help right now. There’s a trail of petals leading out of the bedroom and I follow them. They lead to the room at the end of the hall, Jax’s room where a neat array of clothes awaits me on the bed.
My chest pounds as I continue to walk next with the petals, into his room. I’ve never been here before and memories of hearing him and Alessandra in here so long ago draws heat to my cheeks. I reach the bed and another note awaits me on the pile of clothes.
I believe these will fit you.
My hands drift through the clothes and the fabrics feel rich, smooth, extravagant. There’re dresses, black slacks with a matching satin shirt, jeans, and at the top of them all, a pair of lacey red underwear. My attention drifts straight to the black dress. It looks just like the one I was going to wear for him that night, but never got the chance to.
Part of me wonders how he knew my size because they all look like they’ll fit and my hand reaches to my backside finding the tag. I imagine him touching me there, and as I move to the side of the bed to better examine the thoughtful selection, an ember flickering to the side catches my eye. I examine further, and see more rose petals in the large connected bathroom with flameless candles lit…all surrounding the largest tub I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Without another thought, I strip as I make my way to the bathtub, turning the warm water on and getting in.
The soothing water coats my skin as I lean back feeling the luxury of my surroundings and while the water moves over my skin, I remember his warm body covering me as well. My eyes close and my head dips back as the desire between my legs worsens. I’ve never wanted a man to take me, own me, be with me the way I want him to.
My fingers drift over my lips as I remember his sweet taste.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Jax Astor looked at me as anything other than Danny’s sister. From the moment I met him, I felt like a burdne, his friend’s little sister, the tag along, never as exotic as the women that took his interest.
My hand drifts over my erect nipples, where his were last night and I remember the feeling that now fills me when he’s around. It’s no longer one of pain and torment. The way he handled Kyle at the bar, how he was right there for me as soon I needed him last night, he was my protector, my idol, my lusty solace once again.
I’m a different girl now. I’m not that shy girl, afraid to say what she wants. And I want to tell him.
I carefully tend to every part of my body, washing the past away, shaving with the razor he left out, preparing myself to see him again. I slipping on the black spaghetti strap dress, and dry my hair, fluffing it with my fingers before taking one last look in the mirror.
I’m sure this is far too dressy for lunch around the house, but I want to lay it all out there today. I’m tired of running. I’m tired of being alone, without him.
I hear the door open downstairs and slide a pair of heels at the foot of the bed. When I get to the edge of the stairs, I see him, and he sees me. He licks his lips as he shuts the door and drops the bag of food in his hands.
I grip the wood rail to keep my shaky legs in tact as I climb down towards Jax, a man I feel like I didn’t quite see until now.
“Hi,” I whisper as I land in front of him.
“Hello,” a slight grin rises on his lips.
“Thank you for the clothes,” I fidget as his eyes drag up and down my body and I move down the steps.
“I know this is too fancy, I just wanted to try it on-“
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Our eyes dance with each other in delight and then he breaks our trance, “Oh, uh, I brought lunch,” he retrieves the bags.
“Yes, I saw your note,” I follow him in the kitchen.
He sets the bag on the counter, “I also took your key so I could stop by your house and get some of your things.”
The words strike me at first, feeling intrusive, but then the intention behind them warm me.
