Page 51 of Lies You Told
He has a point. After college, I moved to Miami for a couple of years until Bryan got me a job in L.A. I always wanted the New York office, though. Bryan said I needed to prove I deserved this job.
I proved that last year with the cases I handled. He may not have wanted me to leave the
L.A. office, but he couldn’t argue that I no longer deserved to be here in New York.
“I landed an hour ago. I’m on my way to see Chloe.”
“She’s pissed and not with me for a change, so you might want to wear body armor.”
He laughs weakly down the phone.
“We’ll talk later,” I say as another call comes through my phone. A call I need to take.
“Speak to you later.” He says, hanging up the phone.
“Jax,” says Bryan as I hit the green answer button.
“I’m coming into the city tomorrow. I need you to come to my meeting with Adrien since you worked on a lot of the L.A. stuff.”
“Okay, I’ll get in touch with my assistant, and she’ll put it on my calendar.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
When I worked in L.A., I did a lot of work for Bryan. Hell, more than he did on his best friend's account. I can’t complain too much, though. It’s how I met Mike, and even though Bryan was pissed, I poached Mike from him. He didn't have the time, especially being on a different coast. Of course, that's worked in my favor now that Mike has bought Hidden Secrets.
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CHLOE
Living with Jax, the last week has been different from what I’d expected. For a start, and in no way surprising, he works as crazy as I do. He has a better work-life balance than I do, though. My dress has just been delivered for the charity event in a few days. It’s the first time Franchesca and I will be in the same room. She's been radio silent since our argument weeks ago. The hardest thing about all this is going to be not touching Jax.
I still feel like we need to keep our distance. I’m not ready for the firm to know we’re a couple yet. I have no fucking idea how that is going to go down, but we’ve not had a case against each other since he first moved. Our offices have, but we haven’t. Greyson’s company has been keeping me busy with one problem after another. I make a note to arrange a meeting between the two producers on one of Greyson’s shows to come in for mediation.
I leave Danny at my front door and walk into my apartment, and I know Jax is home already. ‘Jax is home’ why does that have such a good ring to it? I’ve never wanted to share my personal space with anyone before, but Jax… I can smell food cooking before I walk into the kitchen. I stop in my tracks to enjoy the view.
Jaxson Hill is standing in my kitchen with gray sweatpants and nothing else. What more could a girl want? I lean against the archway and perve on the guy. When he said he wouldn’t be here till around seven, I didn’t think he would beat me home.
I’m mentally undressing what little clothes he has on. He’s made himself at home and would make a good house-husband. Twice this week, getting home before me and cooking for us. My kitchen has been used more while Jax has been staying with me than ever before. I should feel bad, but cooking is not something I’m good at. Something Jax took great enjoyment in realizing, something he was one hundred percent better at than I am.
Did I look at taking a cooking class when all this is over? Maybe. Jax brings out all my competitiveness in me.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” he asks, as he continues to dice some vegetables on the chopping board–I didn’t even know I owned a chopping board.
“Just admiring the view,” I say without moving a muscle.
He throws the cut-up vegetables into a pan, making a sizzling noise that makes me jump at first.
Jax laughs at me as he approaches, stopping just in front of me. “You were working late tonight.”
“Yeah, I was on a conference call,” I say. Neither of us can talk about work, so we play this game of talking about our day in code.
He kisses me on my forehead before reaching behind me and unzipping the top of my dress. “Dinner won’t be ready for a while. Have a shower and get into something more comfortable.”
“I’m going to miss having my own personal chef when you leave,” I say, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him hard.
He laughs.
“I’m sure you could hire a personal chef if you wanted,” he says, turning back to stir the vegetables around the pan.
