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one-carat diamond studs. I add a touch of shimmery gloss to my lips to enhance their natural pink color.
I race out of my dorm when Jax texts me and tells me he’s pulling into the parking space, and nearly tumble out of the elevator in my hurry to exit the building. I wasn’t about to let him tell me he’d greet me at my room, which he believes is on the second floor; Tiffany’s room.
His black Jag is parked front and center and as he steps out, he’s texting and not looking my way. My phone vibrates in my purse and I know he’s just texted me to buzz him through. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me when he glances up to find me already standing outside.
My heart melts when he smiles warmly. We both move toward each other and he wraps me in a hug to greet me. God. He smells so damn good and when he steps back, I take in his appearance. He looks divine in his dark blue denims, and white form fitting t-shirt that hugs his chest, shoulders, and defines his perfectly ripped abs. My cheeks flush when I catch him doing the same to me.
“You look fucking beautiful. Casual yet dressy and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself with the exposed skin on your back,” he says then licks his lips.
I clear my throat. “Feeling’s mutual, Mr. Nash.”
“You’re going to have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself with my exposed skin?” he mocks and chuckles, then grabs my hand and leads me to his car.
Jax doesn’t say much for most of the ride, but I catch him sneaking peeks at me out of the corner of my eye. When I glance at him, he grins then looks ahead. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as he listens to some jazzy tune. It’s an odd choice, I think, especially after going to a rock concert. A far cry from the Hot Wired concert or Nine Inch Nails and the way he sang the very dirty parts in my ear… the memory makes me shiver.
“What song is this?” I ask.
Jax glances at me. “What Do You See In Me by The Licked Blues. It’s a local indie talent. I like a variety of music, not just seductive or rock music.” He winks and then turns his attention back to the road.
“I like it. It’s kind of soothing.” Actually, it’s more romantic, but that would be odd to say to Jax. Guy’s aren’t really all romantic, at least not openly.
A red lighted sign, THE CUTTING EDGE - A Cut Above The Rest, beams as we pull into a nearly filled parking lot.
Ever the gentleman, Jax opens my door, reaches for my hands, and helps me out of my seat.
We walk hand-in-hand as we make our way inside. Jax informs the attendant of his reservation. I glance around the extravagant, brightly lit dining room. But it isn’t your ordinary restaurant or fancy eatery. There are partitions and behind the ones I can see, there are shiny metal counters with a grilling space on top.
“Right this way, the greeter boy says and leads us in the back, toward some expensive looking deep maroon curtains. He brushes it open with a quick sweep of his hand. “Here you are. Please take a seat and review the menu. Once you’ve decided on what meal you’d like to prepare, pick up the phone,” he points toward the phone built into the wall above the velvety maroon booth. “And order. Instructions come with your meal and all the supplies: knives, spatula, oils, spices, are all at the chefs station.” He waves toward the grill.
Jax slides into the booth, turns slightly, and pats the seat beside him. After I take my spot, next to him, I notice his gaze is feasting on my green silky V-neck shirt.
“Sorry for staring, but you’re beautiful.” He slips his hand over mine.
“Thank you.” I turn away not knowing what else to say to his compliment. “So how does this work?” I ask as I open the menu.
He leans into me and looks at the menu over my shoulder.“You’ve never been here?”
“No. Never. It’s so different. I like the atmosphere.”
“It’s private. That’s why I chose it. And maybe to check out
I race out of my dorm when Jax texts me and tells me he’s pulling into the parking space, and nearly tumble out of the elevator in my hurry to exit the building. I wasn’t about to let him tell me he’d greet me at my room, which he believes is on the second floor; Tiffany’s room.
His black Jag is parked front and center and as he steps out, he’s texting and not looking my way. My phone vibrates in my purse and I know he’s just texted me to buzz him through. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me when he glances up to find me already standing outside.
My heart melts when he smiles warmly. We both move toward each other and he wraps me in a hug to greet me. God. He smells so damn good and when he steps back, I take in his appearance. He looks divine in his dark blue denims, and white form fitting t-shirt that hugs his chest, shoulders, and defines his perfectly ripped abs. My cheeks flush when I catch him doing the same to me.
“You look fucking beautiful. Casual yet dressy and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself with the exposed skin on your back,” he says then licks his lips.
I clear my throat. “Feeling’s mutual, Mr. Nash.”
“You’re going to have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself with my exposed skin?” he mocks and chuckles, then grabs my hand and leads me to his car.
Jax doesn’t say much for most of the ride, but I catch him sneaking peeks at me out of the corner of my eye. When I glance at him, he grins then looks ahead. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as he listens to some jazzy tune. It’s an odd choice, I think, especially after going to a rock concert. A far cry from the Hot Wired concert or Nine Inch Nails and the way he sang the very dirty parts in my ear… the memory makes me shiver.
“What song is this?” I ask.
Jax glances at me. “What Do You See In Me by The Licked Blues. It’s a local indie talent. I like a variety of music, not just seductive or rock music.” He winks and then turns his attention back to the road.
“I like it. It’s kind of soothing.” Actually, it’s more romantic, but that would be odd to say to Jax. Guy’s aren’t really all romantic, at least not openly.
A red lighted sign, THE CUTTING EDGE - A Cut Above The Rest, beams as we pull into a nearly filled parking lot.
Ever the gentleman, Jax opens my door, reaches for my hands, and helps me out of my seat.
We walk hand-in-hand as we make our way inside. Jax informs the attendant of his reservation. I glance around the extravagant, brightly lit dining room. But it isn’t your ordinary restaurant or fancy eatery. There are partitions and behind the ones I can see, there are shiny metal counters with a grilling space on top.
“Right this way, the greeter boy says and leads us in the back, toward some expensive looking deep maroon curtains. He brushes it open with a quick sweep of his hand. “Here you are. Please take a seat and review the menu. Once you’ve decided on what meal you’d like to prepare, pick up the phone,” he points toward the phone built into the wall above the velvety maroon booth. “And order. Instructions come with your meal and all the supplies: knives, spatula, oils, spices, are all at the chefs station.” He waves toward the grill.
Jax slides into the booth, turns slightly, and pats the seat beside him. After I take my spot, next to him, I notice his gaze is feasting on my green silky V-neck shirt.
“Sorry for staring, but you’re beautiful.” He slips his hand over mine.
“Thank you.” I turn away not knowing what else to say to his compliment. “So how does this work?” I ask as I open the menu.
He leans into me and looks at the menu over my shoulder.“You’ve never been here?”
“No. Never. It’s so different. I like the atmosphere.”
“It’s private. That’s why I chose it. And maybe to check out
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