He was starting to think she was driving him a little insane.
That was when he actually read the words she’d written:
Yahoo Instant Messenger:
VirginAmericaLexi
VirginAmericaJax
Log on when you wake up if you want to talk.
A spark of hope filled his lungs with air. That was a good sign, right?
Another flight attendant passed, and Jax flagged her down. “Ma’am. ” He showed her the note. “How would I do this?”
She explained that he needed to log in to the Internet with his phone, download the application, and sign in to the chat software.
Within minutes, he’d logged in, and Lexi’s message came up in the chat window.
LEXI: Sleep well?
JAX: Aside from wet dreams about you, yes. Did you get some rest?
LEXI: Some. What did I look like in that dream?
JAX: Long blonde hair, between 5’5” and 5’9”, 34-28-34, but the cup size is…fuzzy.
LEXI: C
Jax smiled, and the muscles of his chest released. He felt like he’d found solid ground again.
JAX: What are your plans today?
LEXI: Most important meeting of my career at noon. I imagine that will last at least two hours. Then I’m going to hit the fabric mart, spend too much money on satin and lace…and maybe even a little leather. Doesn’t that sound fascinating?
Most important meeting of her future? And she hadn’t even mentioned it? The women Jax dated couldn’t stop talking about themselves.
JAX: Satin, lace, and leather? Yes. Absolutely fascinating. Tell me about this meeting.
LEXI: Popular designer is interested in partnering on a new line. It would give my designs mainstream distribution to major stores. Something I haven’t been able to manage on my own even after moderate success and fifteen years in the business.
Jax frowned at his phone. That was big. He was curious and wished he’d talked to her more about it earlier instead of focusing on sex.
Wait. No. Yes. No.
Shit. He just wanted to do it all. Talk business, have sex, get to know her. Have more sex. Then a thought occurred to him and his doubt meter shot up.
JAX: Impressive. Congratulations. How could you have been in the industry for that long if you’re under 30?
LEXI: Thanks, but it’s not a done deal yet. And I’ve been designing clothes since I was three. Tearing things apart, taping or stapling or tying or hand sewing them back together in a different way. Started selling my work in my teens. What are your plans for the day?
He stared at the message, surprised when she didn’t continue talking about that big meeting even when he’d left the door open. She didn’t drop the name of the popular designer, didn’t mention the names of the major stores, didn’t try to impress him by telling him how much money she’d be spending at the fabric mart this afternoon. He didn’t realize how much he liked that subtlety, that quiet confidence, until he’d experienced it.
JAX: Just working. Can I take you to dinner tonight?
LEXI: Where are you filming?
He sighed, frustrated with her pattern of selectively not answering questions.