Sixty Eight

I turned to the door alarmed at Jaxton's words. My eyes widened and as if in slow motion, the doorknob of my bedroom door twisted just as I quickly reached down to grab the bathrobe I had allowed to pool at my feet.

I was still halfway back up with the bathrobe, when the door opend and Jaxton stepped into the room. He stopped the moment he saw me, his eyes roaming my half naked body. I was clad in only my bra and a thong, which did little to nothing to hide my mound from his eyes.

I glared daggers at him as I quickly covered myself with the bathrobe. " What the fuck? Have you never heard of what they call ' permission'?" I query. " Why would you enter someone's room without their permission, and especially since you know very well that the person in question is getting dressed?"

I was fuming, my face contorting with anger, but he had a look that asked, 'What is the big fuss for?' He looked from my head to my toe, a smirk suddenly gracing his face.

" I don't see what this all fuse an