Page 46 of Roots of the Wicked

“Come in.” She stepped aside so I could walk in. “I had work to do today and was dressing when you rang.”

“And I respect that about you, but you told me I worked too much and suggested I do something about it, so I took your advice to heart. Now, I’m starting to get the impression that you need to follow your own advice. As a matter of fact, when do you get out for fun, Ms. Saint-Pierre?”

She didn’t deny my suggestion, nor had she answered my question as she stepped into a pair of high-waist pants. The legs of the pants were cut in a way that made them look like a skirt. Her jet-black hair was bone straight tonight, silky and long, it hung a few inches past her shoulders. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers in it.

I strolled to the couch and took a seat to get a better view as she dressed. Jax was a piece of art, there was no other way to describe her. Sexy and intriguing. Nothing about her was boring. Her body told a story, and I was desperate to read every line.

She paired pale purple slacks with a creamy white lace and silk blouse. The outfit inspired a sexy and elegant vibe.

“Chase, focus.” She snapped her fingers to gain my attention. Once I unglued my eyes from her chest, I noticed that her expression held warning.

“You apparently don’t know me as well as you think you do, so I’ll warn you right here and now. I’m not the girl guys take home to family. I’m usually the one they hide, because I’m not going to pretend to be ‘Becky’ around your people. I’m agreeing to this because I’m interested in meeting your family, despite my better judgement telling me I shouldn’t do this.”

A few steps closed the distance between us. “Was I who you thought I was?”

She pursed her lips, “No, not at all. You’re one of those show-the-world-the-good-side, while you’re actually the fuck-me-until-I-pass-out type of man.”

The things that spilled from her mouth kept me laughing.

“Jax, I would never suggest you pretend to be someone you’re not. I wouldn’t recommend you change who you are for anyone. But whatever you think of my family, you’re probably right. They are spoiled, entitled, and very judgmental.”

Was she going to heed my warning? My father requested and I had obliged, but if I knew Jax as well as I was beginning to, she wasn’t going to bite her untamed tongue for the sake of leaving a good impression. On the other hand, neither would my father, and especially not my opinionated brother.

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