By the time I reached Jax's floor, my irritation had evolved into full blown fury.
Which meant I was no longer thinking clearly.
I only realized how insane this looked when I was already standing outside his door coming out fresh from the shower.
My hair was dripping water onto my shoulders and my entire body was wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Honestly, my barefoot felt soft against the cold hallway floor.
I stared at the door for exactly three seconds debating within myself to turn back or go ahead.
My anger won anyway so I knocked hard on his door.
Silence stretched briefly before the door swung open, and there he was. Jax looked like he had been working for hours. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his forearms and the desk behind him was buried under papers.
His expression
