Page 55 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
She laughs, pushing my shoulder. “How about you and Jordan? What’s the latest update?”
I lean both forearms on the railing and sigh, gazing out at the night. “Not good. I mean… we’re getting along great. I definitely fixed her impression of the Daxton side of me and I was planning to tell her the truth about Steel this weekend. But today… Shit. Jordan opened up to me about some really personal details. I had no idea until today how traumatic her upbringing was and—” I groan, unable to put words to the shitstorm I’ve found myself in.
Keeping my voice low, I scratch my jaw in irritation and continue the explanation. “In simple terms, Jordan has severe trust issues and has cut important people out of her life for lying to her. I thought mending Jordan’s impression of me would make the truth about Steel easier for her to hear, but I was wrong. I was sofuckingwrong. Amabella, I’ve screwed up so much. I should have been honest with her from the start and just hoped we could work out our issues. Now…”
I groan again, reining in my temper and stopping my voice from growing too loud. “I’ve lied to Jordan by omission and once the truth comes out, it will trigger past traumas for her. Today she told me she’s really starting to trust me and that trust doesn’t come easily for her. Instead of being pleased, all I felt was guilt because I know this bond we’ve recently formed will feel fake to Jordan when I tell her the truth. She’ll cut me out too. I know it.”
Amabella leans against the railing with me. “Okay, this definitely complicates things. But you can’t keep lying to her.”
“Obviously,” I drone.
“How are you going to tell her the truth?”
“I don’t know.” I close my eyes and press my fingers to my temples. “I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing with Jordan.”
“Hey, guys,” Josh calls out, heading toward us with Jordan by his side.
I lift my forearms from the railing and stand tall, wiping the tension from my face. When I look at Jordan, I find her eyes already on me and she’s smiling. All that passes through my mind is that I’m going to miss that smile so damn much once the truth is out.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Josh says. “I’m running numbers in my head. There are more people needing a bed than I expected. Jordan, Daxton, you two are good to share a room, right?”
Jordan gasps, her cheeks instantly red. “What’s the bed situation?”
ChapterTwenty-Six
Jordan
Of course there’s only one bed.
It must be some kind of universal law that when there’s sexual tension between a guy and girl, they have to be placed in even closer proximity. All the confidence I’ve previously felt around Daxton has vanished and I’m basically hyperventilating as we walk into our room. While there’s clearly something between us and I’ve been letting myself get carried away with these new feelings of infatuation, there’s no denying that sharing a bed with Daxton is a dangerous move. Afterall, Iamworking for him. He’s technically my boss and blurring the line of professionalism is foolish.
Luck is not on my side tonight. The room is the size of a shoebox, for God’s sake. Even the bed is tiny. We’re in a luxurious Hamptons mansion, and of course we get the one room that has a double bed. No queen or king size.
“Would you like to freshen up first?” Daxton asks, the polite tone making me wonder if he too is nervous.
“Sure.” The word squeaks out of my mouth. Clutching my bag, I head for the adjoining bathroom. It doesn’t take me long to wash up, and when I step back into the bedroom, I find Daxton reclined on one side of the bed, busy typing something on his phone.
Do I… join him? Visions enter my mind, of the two of us sitting in an awkward silence next to each other, avoiding the elephant in the room of sex. Maybe I’m overthinking this whole thing. Maybe Daxton isn’t nervous at all and sex hasn’t entered his mind once since entering this room.
Deciding to just get this over with, I clear my throat. “Bathroom’s free.”
Daxton looks up from the screen, every inch of his body frozen the second he sees me. My muscles tighten, along with my breasts, hot under his gaze. I realize a moment later why he’s looking at me like that, and give an awkward laugh, peering down. I’m wearing his shirt. My bare legs are on display. All I have on beneath the oversized white shirt is a pair of panties, no bra, which I’m certain he’s noticed from my peaked nipples. The look in Daxton’s eyes is sordid as he drags his teeth along his bottom lip.
Debate solved. Daxtondefinitelyhas sex on his mind. The realization makes me squeeze my thighs together. His gaze follows, lowering to my legs.
“Ah… I didn’t bring anything to sleep in and I’ll need to wear my dress again tomorrow,” I tell him. “Your shirt was in my bag. I hope you don’t mind me wearing it.”
“Of course not. You look good in it.”
Ifeelgood in it. His scent is all around me, intoxicating spice, leather, and allman.
“Uh… All right, I should shower,” he says.
Daxton is quick to take the bathroom, his shoulder brushing against mine as he passes, sending a thrill through me. The door closes behind him and it’s not long before I hear the shower running. Memories of thatothershower return to me. Daxton’s deep groan. His muscles flexing. His… cock.
Fuck. There’s no way I’m going to survive this night.
My phone rings, pulling me from the heated visuals. “Hey, what’s up?” I answer, seeing Mina’s caller ID and thankful for the distraction.
