At Your Mercy (VIP The Pink Collection, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

The décor is of exotic colors,
textures, and chandeliers. This is a bit out of the ordinary for
Violet. She always picks a meeting place that is business
casual.
    What is even odder is that there were hardly
any cars outside. Perhaps four, five tops. As I stand in the
waiting area, I also notice there isn't anyone in the restaurant,
well, as far as I can see.
    Just as I am about to walk further into the
dining area, a model-figured brunette swiftly walks up to me,
smiling from ear to ear.
    "Good evening," she says, with her fisted
hands placed at her sides as if to tame them.
    I look around, wondering if there are any
other hostesses here. The brunette is making me feel uncomfortable.
"I'm meeting someone here for a six o'clock reservation. My name is
Ivy … Ivy Montgomery."
    Without even looking for my name in the
reservation book, she turns on a childish sounding tone. "Yes, you
are expected. Your date is here. Follow me, please, Ms.
Montgomery."
    This is not a date.
    As we walk further into the dining area, I
notice candles are lit on every table, along with large bouquets of
flowers … roses the color of a sunset and orchids. My heart begins
to rapidly pound in my chest. "J-Jax," I whisper to myself.
    Right in the middle of the restaurant there
are two servers outfitted in black and white tuxes, with their
hands behind their backs, on either side of the table. At the end
of the dining table is a man standing tall, feet together, playing
the most beautiful sounds on a violin. But my "client" is not
sitting at the table.
    "Your date will be right out."
    "He had to excuse himself to the men's room,"
one of the waiters informs me. He pulls out a red velvet chair for
me to sit.
    "Thank you," is all I manage to say. There is
a variety of seafood appetizers and a few bottles of wine chilled
in the ice buckets on the table.
    I look back to see where the brunette has
gone. When I turn back around, there he is. My client. Violet must
have set this up. I think I may faint. Jax walks toward me with a
confident swagger. He looks so yummy. Anything he wears fits him
perfectly in all the right places.
    He stands in front of me. "Hi, Ivy. I hope
you aren't mad."
    I say nothing. I'm in shock. I look at him,
wondering if this is some kind of illusion.
    "Ivy?" His confidence has disappeared.
    I feel light-headed. "How? Violet?" I can't
form a sentence.
    "Yes, Violet helped me. I was going out of my
mind not being with you or hearing your voice for a week. So I
decided to call Violet, and we chatted for a while. Please don't be
mad at her. She is truly a good friend of yours. Violet thought it
was time. But if this didn't end well, I promised her I would leave
you alone. That I would respect your wishes."
    "Mr. Harrison White?"
    "My middle name and my mother's maiden name."
He chuckles.
    "Oh, Jax." My eyes are filled with tears.
    Ivory, listen to your mother. Love is what
makes us happy. Love doesn't hurt. All this time, my mom's
words are clearer than ever.
    Jax bends down on one knee, at eye level with
me. "Ivy, let's begin our new journey now. This is a new
beginning—for you, me … for us. The past is our foundation, but in
the here and now, falling in love is beyond our control. I'm
willing to try. Are you?"
    My tears flow down my cheeks. I scoot up to
the end of my chair and kiss him. A long, demanding kiss. A moan
escapes my mouth.
    "Ah, is that a yes?" He pulls back, looking
at me with knowing eyes.
    "Jax … you are my remedy. Yes, of course it's
yes." I want to give us a chance. I need to have the courage and
believe in what my heart is telling me."
    We stand up simultaneously and embrace one
another. I feel one with him and will never let him go.
     

 

A Year Later
    "What time?" I say, staring at the bedroom
ceiling. Violet doesn't even know how to take a vacation. Checking
in with me daily is clearly not what people do while they're on
vacation. "And you've emailed me the client's profile?"
    Jax is nibbling on my earlobe,