Lila's POV
I had just finished the last part of my shift and was ready to go home. My arms felt heavy as I pushed the cleaning cart down the quiet hallway toward the small cleaning room. The wheels squeaked softly against the floor, the only sound breaking the late-night silence. All I wanted was to put everything away, change out of this tight uniform, and finally rest.
But when I reached the door, I stopped short.
Jax was leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and confident like he had been waiting for me the whole time. His tall frame blocked the entrance, tattoos visible on his arms under the dim hallway light. My heart skipped a beat.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I meant.
He grinned, that cocky smile making
