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“I wouldn’t do this over a box of paperclips or even a car.” Jaxson laughed. “But you had your chance.”
“Had my chance?” I asked, perplexed.
“I asked you if it mattered what he stole. You said no.” He cocked his head and moved closer.
“I didn’t know I only had one chance.” I shrugged, adjusting on the stool.
“Why didn’t you move?” He narrowed his blue eyes on me, and instead of being annoyed, my breath caught.
“Why would I?” I cleared my throat.
His brows shot up and he shook his head. “Exactly. Why would you?”
“You seem like you’ve got a chip on your shoulder, and I don’t have time to deal with jaded people.” I took my last swallow of beer as I spun to get off the stool.
His hand grazed my leg and an unexpected spark shot through me. A spark of what, I wasn’t sure, but I forced it away.
“I didn’t know I was asking for your time.” He slid his empty glass away and dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar.
“You offered to buy me a drink.”
“No, I didn’t.”
I placed my hand on my hip. “Yeah, you did.”
“No, I really didn’t.” Jaxson smirked.
“I was here. I know exactly what went down. Just because you’re used to women fawning all over you and accepting drink offers, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen because one turned you down.”
He stood up from the stool and cocked his head to the left.
“I don’t offer women drinks. It’s not my style, kitten.” Jaxson’s eyes narrowed. “Jordan, the bartender, asked if I wanted another whisky. I glanced at you to see if you were staying or going. You said you were going, so I declined another drink.” He smiled. “But I certainly didn’t offer to buy you a drink.”
Oh. My. God.
He was right.
My cheeks turned scarlet, but I wasn’t going to let a Volkov push me around, especially not this one. I straightened up and looked into his eyes.
“I might have been wrong about the drink, but I’m certainly right when it comes to your having a chip on your shoulder.”
His lip curled slightly. “From one meeting?”
“Not a hard one to put together.” My arm slid to my side. “Anyway, I’m headed back to my apartment where I can get the image of some poor bleeding man out of my head while I take a nice, long bath.”
I glanced around the bar and realized most eyes were still on us, and while it made me extremely uncomfortable, it didn’t seem to do a thing to Jaxson.
“Elena.”
My gaze flashed to his.
“That man wasn’t a victim.” He slid his fingers along his cheek, where a day’s worth of scruff shadowed his jawline. “Far from it.”
“Good to know. It was a pleasure meeting you and your friends.” I spun around and closed my eyes for a brief second before making my way to the exit.
“You didn’t ask my last name,” Jaxson said, coming up behind me.
I stopped right in front of the door and turned to look at him. “Why would I?”
