Another week of Shit Storm

Another week, more of Storm and Jax. Enjoy




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Standing before me with a cheeky grin, a man bun, and the tightest white tank ever, is Jax. The flush that never goes away in his presence hits me like a ton of bricks. Still too tired to acknowledge him I just smile, and step to the rear of the car, leaning against the railing. Jax positions himself next to me and studies my face. He must be wondering if it is safe to speak yet.

“How are you feeling this morning Storm?”

I curse my body for its reaction to his honey coated voice. Of its own volition my head falls to his shoulder and before I realize his hand is in my cheek.  His scent infiltrates my nose. A bouquet of leather and patchouli and sweat turns my insides to mush. A satisfied hum comes from me before I feel his lips press to my head. Snapping out of my Jax induced stupor, I jerk to a stand. Those dazzling sapphire eyes twinkle at me, as he raises an eyebrow in question.

“Am I dreaming?” I ask, because this whole situation is unreal.

“No, but I think you may still be half asleep, and a little drunk.”

The throbbing in my eyes returns and I cover my face with my hands to block out the light. “Mother of god I need coffee.”  The lift finally stops, sending my stomach into a barrel roll. Dropping my hands only to stop myself from falling over, I peek through squinted eyes to find we are on the main floor.

“Come.”  He commands. Not like I was going to do anything but comply. Jax walks slowly next to me as I trudge along, barely able to stay upright. This trip to the gym was not the best Idea of my life. Sweat therapy is great, but dehydration from a whisky drunk is a counter indication to the practice in itself.  We round the corner into the lobby where I see a coffee stand.  With a smile Jax flourishes toward the counter.  “Pick your poison.”

A sigh of relief bellows from me as I peruse the menu. The barista smiles warmly at me as I rattle off my order. She reminds me of a forties pinup model and when she informs me of the unlimited refills for hotel guests I am instantly in love with her. Her blue hair is set in the Betty Paige style, curling in toward her widows peak.  As she hands me my drink, she winks one of her perfectly dressed eyes at me , turning the corner of her ruby lips up in a smirk. Jax places his order and directs me to the couches just across form the kiosk. I continue to steal glances at the beautiful barista as he watches me with a smile.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think I have a girl crush.”  A butter coated laugh bursts from Jax’s throat as I blush profusely. I join him after I realize how silly that sounds.

“She had you at unlimited refills, I could see the cartoon hearts popping from your eyes.” We continue to laugh as the beauty at the coffee bar looks on in amusement.

“Seriously though, I would go full on lesbian for that girl if she would have me. She is like straight out of a pinup calendar.  That is fuckin hot.”

Jax sits in amusement as I ramble on about how beautiful she is. I am sure he noticed, but he just stares at me intently as I go off on a coffee fueled tangent . We chat for over an hour, and three coffees, curled into our own little world. I barely notice the other hotel patrons start to trickle in as we discuss our mutual author friends and how crazy the business is.

“I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was a hooker.”  He laughs as he gasps for air. Jax picked up the same vibe I did this morning as I passed his roommate in the hallway. “Luckily all of my stuff is locked up in the safe in the closet.” Tears stream down his cheeks, and I notice we have people staring at s as they walk by. Hey, at least we are having fun.

“So you don’t like your roomie? I thought you two were friends?”

“He is an ok guy, but he is totally full of himself. He treats women like they are toys to be played with then forgotten about. Since I figured that out I keep my distance.  I don’t want to be lumped in with that group. My fans are awesome people, and I like to interact with them. Thanking a fan and then bagging on her profile pic isn’t my mo. . Most ladies that make comments are shy and appreciative. Some are brazen and downright rude about their comments, but I can’t fault them. Ladies have had to deal with this for hundreds of years. It is only fair that they get to say the things that they think when they see something they like. I don’t do double standards , and who am I to judge.”

This man literally has the perfect answer for everything. Staring awestruck at him, he blushes a little and breaks eye contact. I clear my throat and start to pick at my nail polish to divert my attention from his perfect face.  Jax pulls his phone from his pocket.  “Oh shit, we should go, doors open in an hour.”

I look at my watch and nod, feeling my stomach bottom out as he stands. Jax offers me his hand. “I better make sure that hooker didn’t steal all of our stuff and leave Elliot tied to the bed.” I stifle a giggle at the mental image of the jerk roommate hog tied on the bed, taking his had to stand.  “Wait here.” Jax holds up a hand pulling a five from his wallet. Walking to the counter he shoves the bill in the tip jar and whispers something to the barista. She nods and scribbles something on a receipt, then smiles and winks at me. Jax returns with a smile, extending the scrap of paper at me.

“What’s this?”

“Her number.”  He smiles as he proffers his arm to me for the second time in less than twenty four hours. My jaw hangs open and he nudges me with his elbow. “Focus Storm, we got places to be.”

“What did you say?”

“Not much. Just that she makes you question your heterosexuality.”

Letting out a very unladylike cough-snort-squeaky sound, I glance one last time toward the coffee bar before we make the elevator bay.

“Don’t worry.” Jax purrs, millimeters from my ear, “She said the feeling was mutual.”