Page 37 of Between Steel and Secrets
“I’m fine,” I say into the line, and then hang up.
I don’t want to talk to Liam.
I really don’t like the way Jaxson is staring at me, either.
I push myself to sit, and I feel the tremors pass through me uncontrollably.
Jaxson’s arm is on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t get up yet. You just passed out.”
“Not my first rodeo,” I grumble.
“Bend your knees and wiggle them. Try to get the blood flow back up to your heart,” Jaxson rattles off orders. He reaches into his pocket for his phone. “Should I call your mom?”
My eyes widen with embarrassment. Of course, I don’t want my mom showing up when I’m at work, even though she works for Jaxson too. It’s still humiliating!
“For the record,” Jaxson stares at me, “I wasn’t inviting you up to a hotel room to do anything salacious. Our clients are being housed in several rooms for their safety.”
I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead.
“Yeah, I totally knew that,” I say and force a smile, but I’m still not entirely convinced it wasn’t an overreaction.
It could be an excuse.
I haven’t seen or met the clients he’s referring to yet.
My phone rings, and I ignore it, rejecting the caller. I let the call go straight to voicemail.
Another minute later, it’s ringing again.
I do the same thing.
By the third time it starts ringing, I swear Jaxson is glaring at me.
“Do you want to answer that? It might be important.”
“It’s not,” I mutter and sit myself up, leaning against the wall.
“How about I grab you something to drink?” Jaxson offers.
“Yeah, water would be good.”
“Stay there, okay?” Jaxson watches me intently, and I finally nod. He hurries down the hallway in the direction of the room he was heading toward earlier, retrieves the room key, and then heads inside.
“Clients, my ass,” I mutter.
He was totally planning on trying to get me to hook up with him in that room.
Pervert.
A minute later, Jaxson and a younger girl with dark hair and the same inset eyes as Jaxson come hurrying my way.
Is that his daughter he mentioned? The resemblance is uncanny.
What kind of sick game was he planning on in the hotel room … unless I’m wrong and it wasn’t anything nefarious he had planned.
The room spins and my cheeks feel hot, realizing I may have made a big deal out of nothing.
The brunette is maybe a few years older than I am, and she bends down to my level, offering me a bottle of water. “Do you need me to open it?”
