The just for Jen Thursday throw out

**Because some of you crazy fools believe in me. None so much as my Pirate Bitches. Namely Jen**

My phone beeps in my purse, so I dig fruitlessly through the huge tote. Jen was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, and it isn’t like her to be late. The waiter finally shows with my whiskey. I order a second and hand him enough money for both with a nice tip before he turns away. The morning has been a whirlwind. Between the molding of my intimates, and the mad dash to get to the Rio for early registration, my head was starting to throb and my stomach was protesting its lack of food. I was happy when Jen suggested showers and naps before we met up for drinks. 

The illusive little device finally shows up in a spot that I already looked twice and I cuss at it for being a pain. As I suspected, the texts are from Jen explaining she had a “thing” and had to head back to LA.  Luckily she paid out my hotel suite along with the contents of the mini bar and my dinner tonight.  Oh well, It only stands to prove that she is invested in our working relationship. Even though, I dare call her one of my best friends.

The waiter returns and I order my dinner. I have heard great things about the steak here at Delmonico so I decide to go with that. Since I will be solo for my meal I pull out my tablet and wireless keyboard. No use in wasting precious writing time. There are plenty of fine specimens around to draw inspiration from. 

My steak arrives and I dig in. I was not disappointed by the recommendations. I believe this is the most delectable slab of beef I have ever had the pleasure of wrapping my lips around. I let out a moan that probably should have been reserved for the bedroom as I savor that first bite. My eyes roll back in my head and I compose a sonnet to this piece of meat in my head. Realizing how this might look to those around me, I bring myself back to the here and now diving in to the plate of food that I didn’t realize I needed in my life until this moment. 

“Either that is the best steak ever made, or you are wearing vibrating panties.” A familiar voice states from just behind my chair. I am almost afraid to look, as I can already feel the heat rising to my cheeks. It can’t be, just cant. I came to this town to find one person, and I found him, and embarrassed myself exponentially the second I laid eyes on him. 

“I would say this is better than sex, but I don’t actually remember the last time I had sex.” ..Did I say that out loud? Fuck, I said that out loud. 

A soft throaty chuckle emanates from him, and I can suddenly feel him DIRECTLY behind me. He leans in and almost places his lips on the shell of my ear. “Then I think you need to fix that problem.” 

My thighs clamp together of their own volition, goose bumps rising all over my body. Holy crap. I don’t think I have ever been so turned on. I glance over my shoulder, but his face is so close that my nose skims across his beard. Fuck, my nipples could cut diamonds right now he has me so railed up. Jax pulls away, but only enough to look me in the eye. His crystal blue eyes trace over my face, but my own gaze is focused solely on his perfect little lips peeking out from his epically bushy beard. 

“Good to see you survived your evening.”

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