Jealous God 7

Elodie

Jax at least had the good graces to look afraid as I stomped towards him in my heels. And heels or not, I could certainly stomp. The small crowd in the VIP section parted before me almost like they could feel my growing anger.

Jax watched me march towards him, most of his demeanour that of cock-sure, unaffected rockstar, but his eyes gave him away. There was definite trepidation in them. There should have been abject terror, because when I was done with him, he would never interfere in my personal life again. 

Or any other woman’s, for that matter.

Twenty-four hours into starting this job, and I was done with him. I was done with his sarcastic comments and dirty looks. Hell, I was done with Jax full stop. This latest dick move was the last straw. What right did he have to get one of the Sons to drag me away from someone just because I was dancing with them? Neither Jax nor The Savage Sons had any hold over me. They never had and they never would.

“Hey, Goldilocks.” Jax’s drawl washed over me. He sat there, staring up at me with his arm casually flung along the back of the leather sofa. “Having fun?” Eyes squinting against the flashing lights, he took his time checking me out again, lazily letting his gaze drift up my legs and over my curves. When he got to my face, he winked, and I wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, panty-wetting smile straight off his face. 

Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn’t he act like a damn human being, like the rest of the band? 

“It looked like you were.”

He was egging me on, trying to draw me into a fight. Like this was all a big game to him.

“I was until...”

Jax lunged forward too fast, his hand closing around my wrist. He tugged me forward. If I had been in flats, I might have been able to resist him, but in my heels, I had no chance. With a small scream that the pounding music drowned out, I fell straight into his lap. Landing half over him with my ass in the air.

“Well, well, now it looks like we are both having fun.” Jax chuckled, his hand hovering over my half-exposed backside, but he didn’t touch me.

Scrambling, I pulled the already short skirt back over my ass, my eyes flashing in his direction as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Not that it made anything better. I ended up sitting on his lap. Like fully on his lap. Which was the last place I wanted to be. 

“Well, Goldilocks…” He licked his lips and for the first time, I saw the glint of a piercing. A tongue bar if I had to guess. It made me pause. I’d never been with someone with their tongue or anything else pierced. Not because I didn’t know anyone with them, but because I made it my mission not to go for those kinds of men. Even when I was insanely attracted to them, I didn’t scratch that particular bad boy itch. It was bad news. Always. Growing up the way I had, had taught me that. 

“Isn’t this more fun than dancing with a dick in a suit?”

Under me, Jax flexed his hips. It was the smallest of movements, but it didn’t need to be some grand thrust upwards to make my jaw fall open. Gathering my wits about me, I scowled at him. “Not really.”

How dare he man handle me onto his lap? How dare he drag me away from a perfectly good dance partner and show me what the hell I was missing? Jax was a class A knob head. “I was having much more fun downstairs before you—”

His thumb slid against my bottom lip, dragging it downward and making speech impossible.

“You say that, Goldilocks, but you haven’t got off my lap yet.” Dark-lashed eyes dropped from my mouth to my chest and then back up again. 

Damn him, he was right. For all my fighting words, I hadn’t moved. I was still pressed against him, pressed against what I could feel hidden behind the zipper of his jeans. “Only because I don’t want to cause a scene.” That was only partly true. I didn’t want to make a scene. That much was true, but I kind of liked the feeling of him against my ass. It was an ego boost and a half to feel the effect I was having on him. Even when I knew it was a bad idea, the kind of idea that I would regret forever, I kind of wanted to.

I wanted him.

God help me.

“Don’t you? You were making a damn good scene dancing all night.”

The hint of jealousy in his voice couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. I blinked up at him in surprise. “Anyone would think you’re jealous.”

My words had the desired effect. He let my lip fall back into place. “I don’t do jealousy, love. If that’s what you think this is, then you live in some fantasy land and not in real life.”

“Ok, sure.”

“I mean it, Elodie. I might want to fuck you like every guy here does.” He shrugged those powerful shoulders. “But that’s it, a fuck, nothing more. I don’t get jealous because I don’t actually give a shit about what my women get up to or…” He rambled on, his words getting more and more blurred together. One glance at the table in front of him told me why. The shot glasses lined up were all empty. 

“Ok.” I said again, more softly this time. My eyes were glued to those damn empty shot glasses. This was why I didn’t date the bad guys. Because they did shit like this. Like dropping more alcohol than was good for them. 

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yes, Jax, that’s all I have to say…” I pushed myself off of him and his hands came across my middle, pinning me to him. “Jax, let’s not make a scene. Let me go.”

“You marched over here to make a scene, Goldilocks. Literally just a few minutes ago.”

He had a point there. I was about to make a scene. But my anger had vanished, replaced by something I couldn’t quite name. I think I felt sorry for him. Not for the life he led, but because he was trying so hard to be someone he wasn’t. “I’m over it.”

“Well then, let’s make a different scene.” The tip of his thumb brushed up my thigh, disappearing under the hem of my short dress. “Let’s give them something to put in the papers.”

“Jax.” I squirmed. Damn him. Damn him and his kissable mouth and bad boy act. “You literally just said…”

“I said I wanted to fuck you.”

“Jax, you’re drunk and we work together. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t.”

He shot backwards. The hand on my thigh stilled. “Even if you wanted to?” Anger and booze made his voice thick. “Jesus, Elodie, do you know how many women would die to be where you are right now?”

“I know how lucky I am to be working for the band.”

Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Not what I’m talking about, and you know it. Every single woman in here wants to be right here, on my lap, with my hand up their skirt, and you talk like you’re doing me a favour. Please, love, don’t get cocky with me.”

And there it was, the real reason I didn’t mess around with men like Jax. As soon as their fragile male egos got bruised, they lashed out. They became nasty. He might think I was some rich girl who didn’t know how to look after myself, but he was wrong. I had been dragged up around men far more alpha than he could ever be. And I knew exactly how to deal with alpha holes… I ignored them. I didn’t give them the oxygen it took to answer them. Because they were nothing to me. 

“Then get one of them.” Cocking my head to the side, I smiled at him. “Fuck your way through the country and straight into STI-ville, Jax, I don’t care much what you do or who you do it with, oh, and as for being cocky...” I slid from his lap as Tate and Dion appeared at the edge of the table. They were laughing amongst themselves, but I lowered my voice anyway. Bringing my lips to his ear, I let my breath flow against his skin, feeling him shiver. “I’m not cocky, Jax, I just have standards.” Scooting back an inch, I beamed across at his dark face. “And you don’t come anywhere close to them.”