Chapter 27

ISABELLA

I put my legs around his waist and he carries me towards the corridor. We continue kissing and I can feel the heat building throughout my body. I can't remember ever wanting someone so much. At this point, my panties are soaked and I'm a bit ashamed to be in that state so soon. He sets me down on a bed and that's when I realize we've reached our destination. I take a second to look at the room I'm in. It's spacious, with two large windows on one wall and the other three walls as blue as the bed linen. There's also a wooden desk with a whole bunch of files on it. Everything seems to be in its place and tidy. This room reflects Jax's personality. He climbs onto the bed with me, forcing me to lie down, and places soft, wet kisses along my neck and down to my chest. He licks between my breasts and... the doorbell rings.

"Ignore that." He says and continues to lick my breasts and the doorbell rings again. "Fuck." He hurries out of the room and seconds later bursts back into the bedroom. "Jerry's sending the delivery guy for dinner tonight."

I laugh as I get up and put my shirt back on. "Don't you even cook for your mom?"

"She's raised sons with a lot of qualities, but cooking isn't one of them."

I button up my shirt and he puts his hands on mine. Still shirtless and handsome as a Greek god, he places a kiss on my lips. "It's only a postponement. Want to have dinner with us tonight?"

"With your mother?" I ask him with round eyes. "It's much too early. Way too much."

"For us it's a little late." He replies, smiling and shaking his head. "She'll be ecstatic when we tell her tonight."

"What are you going to tell her?" I tell him as I sit down on the bed.

"Well that we've found our real mate and that she's a perfect girl and that she's going to adore her like we adore her." He stares at me for a moment to gauge my reaction and before I can say anything. "I'll go to the entrance. The elevator's coming up."

I stayed a little longer than expected as I helped Jax set the table and put the food in adapted dishes.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? There's enough food for all of us and it would please everyone if you were here."

"I don't feel ready for the meeting with..."

"I won't insist anymore then." He cuts me off. "This week we're going to be quite busy with work but in the evenings I generally prefer to work at home rather than in the office so if you fancy some company. Don't hesitate." He says, winking at me, and I can't help but blush like a teenager.

When I got home last night I managed to work on the project for a while, had a bite to eat and then passed out. I hadn't slept that well in a long time, and boy did it feel good. This morning, I didn't go for a run, but I did go and have breakfast in a café, with my laptop, maybe being surrounded by people will inspire me for my project.

The café is packed, so much so that I wonder what these people do for a living to be in a café at 9am on a weekday. Shouldn't they all be in the office? A table opens up and I rush to take a seat before anyone passes me. Settling down with my café au lait and French toast, I switch on my laptop.

I'm in the middle of a tasting session when a woman in her fifties clears her throat with a coffee in her hands and a plate laden with scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss, but I was wondering if I could sit on one of the empty chairs?"

"Yes you may." I reply politely with a smile.

Once she sits down, she looks at me again, smiling. Looking at her, I can't help thinking how lucky I'd be if I were as pretty as she is at her age. She has a perfect smile, beautiful hazel eyes and a slightly tanned complexion.

"I didn't think it would be so crowded coming here at this hour." She says to me before taking a bite of egg.

"I didn't either. I wanted to work here for a while, but I don't think I'll be staying as long as I'd planned."

"You're working? I should have known better. I'll leave you to work in peace."

"You're not bothering me at all. On the contrary, I'm having a hard time finding inspiration."

"What are you working on?"

"I'm a graphic designer and I've been given an assignment I'd be better off refusing. It's for bladder weakness pads."

She stifles a laugh. "I'm sorry. It's not safe to laugh."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I think I'll call them and tell them I won't have time to deal with it."

"It's not a subject that concerns me, but I know some people who need it and what counts is being comfortable in it and being able to do whatever you feel like."

"Indeed, that's what I told myself, but I don't want to fall into the cliché of the woman who does yoga or whatever."

"I understand." We both continue to eat. "I hate this town. I don't know how you live here. All these people all the time, needing to go to a park to see a tree. I'm suffocating here." I look at her and am about to ask what she's doing here, but she cuts me off. "I've come to see my children. They're workaholics, they come to see me every now and then on weekends, but the visits when they're together are getting rarer and rarer. So I hope you visit your parents regularly."

"My parents have both passed away." I tell her, setting down my fork after losing my appetite.

"I'm sorry.... I shouldn't have... oh I feel so..."

"You couldn't have known. It was a long time ago now but I miss them and hearing that some people don't take advantage of the people they love makes me... I don't know... I think it's a shame."

"I understand." She stares at me for a moment in silence and I don't know what's behind her gaze. "If you need inspiration for your work I know the perfect place."