Page 39 of Mr. Arrogant

The drive to her home wasn’t long. She made it there in record time. She ran into the house and headed straight for the shower. She had to get the hospital smell off of her. In the shower, she scrubbed every inch of herself until her skin was almost raw. Once done, she cut the water off and reached for her towel. She dried herself and stepped out of the shower and went to her closet to try to decide on an outfit.

Not knowing where they were going made it difficult for her. With the weather playing in her favor, she couldn’t go wrong with a cute dress and sandals.

“But which dress?” she muttered. Eyeing her closet that was stuffed to the brim, she could admit she might have a shopping problem. She loved trudging through the racks and aisles at her favorite discount stores to find deals. She shoved a few items to the side, trying to decide on what to wear. She finally opted for a white sleeveless shorts jumper that she could dress up. The material was silky, and she had some gold accessories that she could pair nicely with it.

She placed the outfit on her bed, then caught sight of her cellphone on the nightstand with a message. It was from Jaxon.

Hope you don’t mind, I’ll be there in twenty.

“Are you shitting me?” she shrieked. She was still wrapped up in her towel and had to be ready in that short time. She sent back a quick response.

I can’t wait to see you.

If he wanted to get her early, fine. The hard part of picking out an outfit was done. She tossed her phone back on the nightstand.

“I can be ready in fifteen minutes,” she said. She would definitely challenge herself to be ready before he got here. If he arrived and she was still in a towel, they would not be going anywhere. An unladylike snort erupted from her.

He would take it as an invitation to throw her down on the bed and have his way with her.

Not that she would mind.

“Get dressed, Sofie.” She chuckled. Grabbing her favorite cocoa butter moisturizer, she sat on the bed and applied it to her entire body. It helped keep her skin smooth and supple.

Fifteen minutes later, clothes on, her makeup and hair was done. Sofie moved to stand in front of her full-length mirror and checked herself out. She had curled her hair loosely where it brushed her shoulders, and her skin practically glowed against the white material of her outfit. She chose a bulky gold necklace that rested right above her cleavage, and it matched the bracelet and her watch.

She snagged her purse from the chair in the corner and slid her feet into her wedge sandals that gave her a little more height. Jaxon would still tower over her, which made her core clench.

“Down, girl,” she whispered. Everything about Jaxon made her body tingle. From his intense gaze when he looked at her, to his callused hands as they ran along her skin, to the way his body felt when he was on top of her.

The doorbell sounded.

The man was on time.

After one more glance in the mirror, she headed toward the front door. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she approached it. She peeked out the glass window and found Jaxon standing on her porch, taking in her street.

“Hey,” she said softly, opening the door.

He turned around, and his quick intake of breath confirmed she had chosen the correct outfit. She stepped out and closed the door behind her. Those butterflies were pounding their wings against her inner walls at the way his eyes lit up when they landed on her.

“Wow,” he murmured.

His gaze slid along her as that of a lover’s caress. Her nipples tightened into tight buds, growing sensitive as they always did when he was around her. Jaxon stepped toward her and gathered her in his arms. He lowered his head and took her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Sofie melted against him, her hands coming to rest on his forearms. The kiss was short-lived but packed one hell of a punch.

“You look amazing.” He lifted his head and stared down at her. He reached up, running the tip of his fingers down the side of her face.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She chuckled.

Jaxon could wear a paper bag taped around his waist and he would be the hottest man alive. He wore a deep-gray, twill, one-pocket, long-sleeved button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. The top button was left undone, her eyes gravitating towards that patch of skin that was visible. It was the one spot she loved sniffing to catch a hint of his cologne. His dark jeans and black boots gave the allure of a confident male.

“Now where are we going?” she asked.

“Make sure your house is locked up.” He motioned to her door.

She rolled her eyes but turned around and ensured her door was locked. She pulled out her cellphone and opened the mobile app to her alarm system. They walked to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and assisted her inside.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she watched him shut the door and walk around to his side. Once her alarm was engaged, she closed the app and threw her phone into her purse. Excitement filled her.

Where the hell were they going?

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