Page 3 of Mr. Arrogant

“Chicago, huh? What brought you to Cleveland?” she asked.

“Primetime. I’ve worked for other agencies, and when the opportunity came to join this company, I practically sold my soul to work for the Keiths. They are awesome to work for.” He smiled, and that little dimple revealed itself. He cleared his throat and glanced over at the bar. “Want a drink?”

“I’ll take a bourbon,” an annoying voice replied from behind Sofie.

She bit back a scowl, sensing Jaxon’s eyes on her. She stiffened at how close he was standing behind her.

“Oh, sure, Jaxon. Sofie?” Aston glanced back at her.

“A cranberry and vodka.” She offered him a small smile.

He pushed off the wall and walked away. Sofie spun on her heels to face Jaxon.

“What are you doing?” she asked, resting her hands on her waist.

“He offered to get drinks.” Jaxon shrugged nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes on her and stepped closer. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just having a friendly conversation with another human being.”

“Who is my employee.”

“And from the looks of it a whole grown-ass man,” she snarled.

Jaxon smirked, and her rage rose even higher. What was it about this man that had her acting not like herself? She usually wasn’t this aggressive or rage-driven. She was normally a laid-back girl who went with the flow, but when Jaxon came around, everything changed. It was like he pushed all of her buttons to drive her insane.

“And you shouldn’t be fraternizing with men who work for me.”

“But I don’t work for you, and your men can do as they damn well please.” She folded her arms in front of her. She arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to say something else.

“You’re the best friend of his employer’s wife.” Jaxon lowered his voice. He erased what little room was between them.

She ignored the warmth that radiated from him, and the scent of his cologne and how she could feel his hardest muscles through his clothes. She took a step back from him. She needed to have some space between them.

The man had the nerve to smirk again as if he knew what she was doing.

“You, Jaxon Keith, are reaching. Why do you care?”

His eyes darkened at her response. He looked away from her and out into the stadium. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Here we go,” Aston announced, returning with a small tray holding their glasses.

“Thanks, Aston.” Sofie smiled widely. She turned away from Jaxon and took her glass.

Aston held the tray out for Jaxon to snag his before he took his off the tray. He set it down on a nearby table, turning back to her.

“To the Knights.” Ashton held his glass up for a toast.

“The Knights,” Sofie murmured, clinking her glass softly against his.

Apparently, Jaxon didn’t take the hint that he wasn’t wanted. He pressed to her back and reached out, adding his glass with theirs.

“The Knights.” His warm breath blew against her cheek.

A shiver flounced through Sofie at his closeness. She moved away again. She didn’t know what game Jaxon was playing.

What he jealous?

There was no way.

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