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She had it all wrong. Damn did she have it all wrong. He wouldn’t say he didn’t think about making love to her, because he did. A lot. Every night. But to him making love to her was synonymous with the love he felt for her. “You misunderstood me, Nadia. And you definitely misunderstood my intentions.”
“Did I?”
“Yes,” he said, placing down his wineglass.
“Then what did I misunderstand? What are your intentions?”
Jaxon hadn’t wanted to tell her so soon. At least not before spending more time with her, before courting her properly. However, she left him no choice. It was either tell her what she needed to know or let her group him in the same class as the other assholes who hadn’t left a positive impression on her.
To make sure she fully understood what he was about to say, he leaned slightly toward her. Holding tight to her gaze, he said, “My intention, Nadia Novak, is to marry you.”
Five
Nadia tilted her head and stared at Jaxon. He didn’t look as if he was teasing. That could only mean... Sliding back her chair, she walked around the table and placed the back of her hand to his forehead.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I figure you must have a high temperature for you to be so delusional.”
“I’m in my right mind, Nadia.”
Removing her hand, she returned to her chair. “There’s no way you can be to say something as asinine as that, Jaxon. Think about it. There’s no way you can want to marry me. You don’t even know me.”
“I would like to get to know you.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. “Who put you up to this? Sloan or Maverick?”
She watched as a dumbfounded look appeared on his face. “What makes you think they put me up to anything?”
“Mainly because the three of us are known to play tricks on each other. I figured they owed me for that time I set them up with blind dates from hell a couple of years back.”
“Trust me, Sloan nor Maverick have nothing to do with my decision to marry you.”
His decision to marry her? Honestly, she didn’t believe for one minute he was serious. And even if he was delusional to think such a thing, what man told a woman they barely knew of his plans to marry her? As if it was a done deal and she didn’t have anything to say about it?
She wasn’t born yesterday and knew she wasn’t his type. It wasn’t just the fact he was wealthy, since the Westmorelands and Outlaws had plenty of money as well. She would think a man like Jaxon preferred a sophisticated type, a cultured and graceful woman. A woman totally opposite from her. That one time she’d looked him up on the Internet she’d seen images of him from the society pages of several newspapers. In all of them, his date looked the part of a high-class, refined goddess.
“First of all, Jaxon, you won’t be marrying me so stop saying such nonsense. And if Sloan nor Maverick put you up to this foolishness then who did?”
“No one put me up to anything. I’m speaking the truth.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get serious.”
“I am serious, trust me.”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “No, you aren’t if you think for one minute that one day you’ll be my husband.”
“Don’t you plan to marry?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Possibly.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
She couldn’t help but glare across the table at him. “The problem is you. How dare you say something like that, like you have the ability to speak such a thing into existence regardless of how I might feel about it happening. Marriage isn’t and never will be at the top of my to-do list. Unlike some women, I don’t worry about a biological clock ticking.”
There was no way he didn’t hear the irritation and strong conviction in her voice because she meant every word. “So, just in case you fell and hit your head on the way over here and are serious about thinking of marrying me, let me go on record to say that it won’t be happening.” She frowned when he had the audacity to smile.
“We shall see, Nadia.”
