All Good Things(73)

I complied immediately, groaning the instant his fingers worked into my scalp. It was heavenly. Everything about Jace's touch was heavenly. He walked and trusted as a man cursed by the devil, but he touched like a man adored by the Gods. Even when his touch was dark and rough, I found pleasure. I couldn't begin to understand how he could switch from being the man who had loved me tenderly last night, to the man who fucked me this morning. It was disconcerting.

My thoughts fell apart as Jace placed his hands on my hips, spinning me around so the water rinsed out my hair. I brought my hands up to rinse the suds from my hair and Jace bent to press a kiss to my breast. My heart sped and my knees weakened.

He straightened. His blue eyes glittered with mirth. "I couldn't resist."

I pursed my lips, trying to fight a smile. "I'm sure."

When I was free of the suds, I pulled on the shower door and stepped out, leaving Jace alone to lather himself in strawberry scented soap. He glared at the bottle for a moment before sighing.

I fought a smile as I moved to the sink to brush my teeth. I grinned at him as he stared at me. "Don't worry, I have an extra toothbrush."

"I'm assuming it has not been used?" His eyes were wary.

"No, I'm offering you my old toothbrush." I shook my head at his horrified expression. "I'm kidding, Jace. It's unused."

"Good." He shuddered.

I shook my head and turned away from him. Could he be any more ridiculous? The man who kissed me...everywhere...was afraid of using my toothbrush. Wow.

I tried to ignore the sharp lines of his body as I moved to my closet, but it became too much for me. "Do you work out?"

His brows lifted. "I do."

"Oh," I disappeared into the closet as I heard him sigh in frustration. He didn't like it when I replied with 'oh', but I didn't like his short replies that only offered the bare minimum response to my questions.

I quickly dressed in a dark brown pencil skirt, a white blouse with a soft pink sweater overtop. I added a brown braided leather belt and pink-nude pumps. It was cute and comfortable. When I walked out of the closet, Jace was dressed and placing his toothbrush under the sink beside mine.

"When am I meeting that woman?" I asked. "The one who will oversee my project?"

Jace turned to face me. "Her name is Jaylah Rush."

I felt my eyes grow wide as I stared at him. "She's related to you?"

He nodded tightly. "She is my kid sister."

"Wow." I nodded. "I didn't expect that."

"How could you?" He asked. "You didn't even know I had a sister."

I cocked my head. That was not exactly true. I knew Jace had a sister. I had Google searched almost everything I possibly could about him. I knew she was younger, only a year older than me. His mother, Karen, had remarried after his fathers suicide to a man named John. But that was not the point. The point was Jace had hired his baby sister to oversee my project.

"So, she's the best at what she does, huh?"

"She is." Jace nodded. "And, I'm not saying that because she's my sister. She earned the title she has."

Was his whole family power hungry? Did they all have to walk in the spotlight? Was it genetic?

"We'll see. Either way, I cannot wait to meet her." That was the truth. The thought of meeting someone in Jace's family set the butterflies loose in my stomach. Would Jaylah be like Jace? Would she be cold and distant and unapproachable? Where did Jace get his Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality flips from...and did his sister have this...condition too?

"I'm sure she is more than curious to meet with you as well." Jace said stiffly. He seemed almost annoyed. I couldn't help but wonder...was she peppering him with questions about me? Did she know about me? What exactly had Jace told her about me...and what was I expected to keep from her?

Suddenly, my heart started thrashing in my chest and my palms felt moist and sticky. I didn't want to meet her any longer. I felt sick to my stomach. The butterflies had turned to ladybugs...a much heavier kind of fluttering that was not nearly as appealing, flooded my body.

"Olivia, you're pale." Jace stated as he strode across the bathroom. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think you should have hired your sister." I managed. "Actually, I am more than certain you should fire her."

Jace's brows dipped in confusion. "Why would I fire her?"

"I don't want to meet her." I shook my head and fidgeted with my fingers nervously.

"Why?" Jace asked. "Only a moment ago, you said you were excited."

"Well, I'm not anymore."

"Why?" I didn't reply and Jace sighed. "I'm not firing her without a good reason, so why?"