Serving the Soldier - Part 3 (An Alpha Military Romance) Read Free

cooked up a pot of rice, also on the back of the stove. If and when they came, it would be easy enough to heat them up for serving.
    After I had cleaned up the kitchen, I ventured upstairs to my room. As I passed his office, I noticed that the door was closed. I paused outside of it for several moments and then placed my ear against the door to see if I could hear anything. Nope. I knocked.
    “What is it, Angie?” His voice sounded muffled through the door.
    “Later on, I need to put some more ointment on your incision and replace the bandage, okay?”
    “No need,” he said
    I frowned at the door. “Jax, I’m already ashamed to admit that I should’ve done it last night after our little adventure. You could’ve pulled a couple of stitches, or at the very worst torn open part of the incision. We’re going to do it this evening, whether you like it or not.”
    He remained silent for several moments and I was just about to repeat myself when I heard him mumble a reply.
    “Fine, but after the others leave.”
    “Okay,” I agreed. “Do you know when they’re coming?”
    “No,” came the single syllable reply.
    I stared at the door a moment, frowning again, and then continued to my room. I closed the door and headed for the bed. What had I expected? Had I expected him to invite me in? I didn’t mean anything to Jax other than the fact that I was his nurse and we had gotten a little close and personal. Just because it mattered to me didn’t mean that it mattered to Jax and I had to remember that. No strings. No commitments. He had made that perfectly clear.
    Still, we had made love on the beach last night. Didn’t that mean anything to him? It had been so hot, so passionate, so… sexy… at least to me. That gave me pause. While it might have been something really special to me, maybe it was normal or… shit… boring to him. After all, he seemed to be quite sexually active while I rarely had the time, and my former sexual partners were not nearly as stimulating as Jax.
    I continued to stare up at the ceiling, growing grumpier as the minutes passed. So I’d had sex with him. So he walked around naked. What did it mean? It was painfully obvious to me that it meant more on my end of the spectrum than it did on his. Come to think of it, did he have that Swedish girl in his office at this very moment? Was she sitting on his lap, pumping up and down on his cock right now?
    Stop it! I flung my legs off the bed and walked over to the window, staring down at the glistening swimming pool below. What the hell had gotten into me? Jealousy? Impossible! Still, these feelings of mine made me wonder if I was falling for Jax, not just as a good protector, and even more so as a lover, and as a boyfriend. A mate.
    “Stop being so foolish!” I said to the window. “You’ve only known him for a couple of days!”
    I was being foolish. No, more than foolish. I was being downright stupid. I needed someone to talk to. The only problem was, I didn’t have anyone to talk to. I certainly couldn’t tell Nancy what was going on. Not only could I possibly— probably —lose my position here, but she would likely end up calling the police, and then they would get involved, Jax would get upset and his buddies probably even more so.
    I wandered back to the bed and sat down, feeling as if I’d been swept into a maelstrom of feelings that I had never experienced before. What a conundrum! I was getting so far ahead of myself, I even found it ridiculous. But then again, deep down, perhaps it was because I wished it to be so.
    That gave me another thing to consider. I wasn’t getting any younger. The guys I had dated before I met Jax couldn’t even compare in the slightest way to his masculinity. He was totally and completely an alpha male, through and through. He had a magnificent body, he was a superb lover, and he had charisma. Not to mention that he was brave, calm under pressure, had a good sense of humor, but at the same time could