Fake It Till We Kiss — The Price of Babe

I went back to room 302. Chelsea held a pair of scissors. She was about to cut up my clothes. Well, well, well. Look who's back. Our little liar. Aw, cute top. Let me fix it for you. Where does this go?

Jax walked in with my heavy suitcase in one hand. He didn't even glance at Just set it on the desk, babe. Jax raised an eyebrow. He slammed the suitcase onto the desk. Then he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

Babe? Did I give you permission to call me that? My heart raced out of control. Chelsea and her crew were staring at me like hungry wolves, and I was sweating bullets. I forced a smile at Jax, silently begging him to go easy on me.

Cute smile, but it's nowhere near enough. You still owe me, babe. The moment the door clicked shut, I could hear my own heartbeat, thundering in my ears like it was about to Was he actually cooperating with me just now?

now? Or was he reminding me what it costs to cross the line?