5
Faith
Lady Jax hated me. That’s all there was to it.
I tried small talk. I tried talking about Lord Jax’s Zebcats—one of which was curled up around my feet at the moment much to Lord Jax’s shock and delight—and I tried talking about the food, the house, the freaking weather.
She was Thor’s mother. I really wanted her to like me. It was kind of stupid, but I did. By snooping about her house, I’d set myself up to be on her enemy list. And then being a maid who’d gotten her sharp claws into her only son… yeah, I was her worst enemy. It wasn’t as if I’d seduced him, stripped naked and forced his c**k to awaken and then somehow “fall” into my p***y. No, Thor had some responsibility for all that. And yet I was branded the harlot. Virgin ravager.
Whatever.
I was stuck in this uncomfortabl
