After a few more minutes, they hung up.
By the time Jax returned, she was dressed in blue jeans and wearing a T-shirt with an inspirational saying. Despite the fact that she was pacing the confines of the room, she was in control, no longer the woman who’d done scandalous things with the billionaire.
“Morning.” He held a cardboard to-go tray containing two cups. “Room service will be up with breakfast in half an hour.”
She took a step toward him and pointed a finger at his chest. “My dad called.”
“Ah. I expected he would.” His lips twitched. “I’m crazy about you, princess.”
And…she was lost. His transformation from resolved to shocked to humored unraveled the knot in her stomach. She lowered her hand.
He held the tray between them, either as a peace offering or to ward her off, she wasn’t sure which.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“It’s green tea.”
“How did you…?”
“I remembered. That day you visited my office. You brought your own drink with you.”
His voice wrapped around her in provocative tendrils. It was so much easier to keep emotional distance from him when she wasn’t inhaling his scent. “Don’t do nice things when I’m mad.”
“Would it be so bad? Being my wife? Knowing I’ll take care of you?”
“I don’t need a man for that.”
“Of course not. I’m not questioning your capability or resolve. You’ve argued with me more than any other person. All within the first eighteen hours that I spent alone with you.”
Despite herself, she considered his question. Would it be so bad? Having her BDSM and sexual desires satisfied? She might not want to go to work for him, but the charity sounded exciting. And she’d always planned to return to Houston at some point.
She accepted the tea and took a long drink. “It’s wonderful.”
“I like waking up with you.” He lifted his cup in a salute. “Here’s to many more mornings like this.”
He was a whirlwind that she wasn’t sure how to hold back. “In case you’ve forgotten, I haven’t agreed to marry you,” she warned. “There’s no way I’d drop out of school or transfer.”