“You look really pretty today.” The young prospect blushed, an armful of empty beer bottles for disposal cradled in his arms. The guys were really making him work for his patch. It was sort of comical.
“Thank you.” You replied, twisting back and forth in the bar stool you were seated on. The goofy grin on the prospects face fell quickly, and you knew that meant that Jax had found you. Sure enough, the blonde’s hand came to rest on the small of your back as he glared at the prospect.
“Beat it.” Jax growled. Slowly the prospect nodded, down casting his eyes as he turned to throw out the beer bottles he had collected. Jax’s lips found their way to your neck as both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist. “I hate that prospect.”
“You only hate him cause he flirts with me.” You teased.