Page 13 of His Sacrifice

Jax smiled warmly. “It’s an experience, ma’am. Mr. Creed just recently moved in.”

“He’s nice, right?” I motioned wildly. “Creed, I mean. I only talked to him for about five minutes, and now I’m going to his penthouse. If I had told my mother ten years ago what I’m doing right now, she would have freaked out. These days, she probably wouldn’t…” My words trailed off, knowing I was about to reveal too much to Jax, who likely didn’t care.

“She wouldn’t what?” Jax asked.

I shook my head. “Uh, nothing.” I knew I was about to freak out because I never talked to anyone about my mom and was about to spill everything to Jax. “She would be fine with me being here.”

The doors slid open, and Jax motioned for me to go first. “PH4, ma’am.”

I glanced back at Jax. “You’re not coming with?” I asked frantically. Sure, I had just met Jax, but I felt like we were in this together now. I was just supposed to go to Creed’s apartment on my own?

Jax laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think Mr. Creed would appreciate me tagging along, ma’am.”

“Do I call him Mr. Creed?” I whispered.

“Just Creed is fine, gorgeous.”

My eyes bugged out, and I froze. Creed was behind me, and I had zero clue what to do. The urge to jump back in the elevator with Jax was damn strong.

The elevator dinged, and the doors attempted to close, but they couldn’t because I was standing in the way.

“Jada,” Creed called.

I closed my eyes and tried to find the will to move. “Yes?” I whispered.

“Did you want me to move dinner out here?” Creed asked.

The elevator dinged again, and I opened my eyes. “I think I would be more comfortable at the McDonald’s,” I confessed.

That even made Jax smile.

I needed to get off of this elevator.

“I ordered in dinner, but we can get something different if you want,” Creed offered. “Just as long as we let Jax get back to work. Plus, other people probably need the elevator,” he chuckled.

Right.

I bowed to Jax. “Thanks for being nice to me. And driving. And bringing me up to the penthouse.” My voice again cracked. “Thanks.” I stepped out of the elevator, and the doors slid shut on an amused-looking Jax.

I guess I wasn’t the normal guest Creed had.

“Would you like to come inside?” Creed asked from behind me.

I gulped and slowly turned toward him. “I suppose staring at the elevator doors would be a boring night, huh?”

“I’ve had worse nights than that.”

My eyes slowly took in Creed.

He was wearing dark wash jeans and a baggy white t-shirt, and he was barefoot.

I had never taken notice of any man’s feet before, but god help me, Creed’s were doing it for me. I didn’t know what it was about them, but I couldn’t stop staring at them. Maybe it was how I was standing on the seventy-second floor of the 1000M, the fanciest apartments in Chicago, and Creed was just standing in front of me like some normal man.

“Jada,” Creed called.

My eyes snapped to him, and I pasted a smile on my face. “You have feet.”

Creed looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes. “Uh, yes. When I’m home, I like to be comfortable.”

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