"Mr. Archer," Gretchen interrupts. "There's a gentleman downstairs insisting that he needs to speak with you immediately."
"Is his name Daniel Fox?"
"Yes, sir," Lena says. "He said to tell you it's a, uh, a DEFCON situation, sir. He was quite insistent."
"Of course he was," Jax mutters, dropping his head forward as if in defeat. He stands there for a moment, muttering curses under his breath before he lifts his head. His eyes lock on me again, lightning sizzling in those mocha depths. "We'll finish this discussion later."
"Okay," I whisper.
He stares at me for a long moment, long enough to make me fidget. And then he shakes his head and spins on his heel before stalking across the bar toward Gretchen and Lena. I don't know what exactly a DEFCON situation entails for a billionaire…but I'm kind of glad I'm not Daniel Fox right now. Because not even the thousand-dollar suit hides the fact that Jax is mad as hell.
He turns back to look at me. Our eyes lock again. Another heatwave rolls through me, ruining my panties and nearly taking my sanity with it. Or maybe it takes my blinders. I'm not sure, but desire flares in his eyes, turning them darker. There's no mistaking that look. He's a big, dangerous cat, staring at dinner.
And I'm on the menu.
"See you soon, rabbit," he says, his voice a dark promise that touches me in places I didn't even know existed. He rips his gaze from mine and disappears through the door, leaving me gaping after him.
"Holy shit," I whisper, my mind reeling. I'm not sure what just happened…but I'm no longer entirely certain that Jax doesn't have feelings for me too.