Alpha Jax
Judd asks me as he moves the nozzle to my cup and starts to fill it, pumping the tap.
Not gonna lie, Judd’s a good looking guy. If I wasn’t completely infatuated with Jax at the moment, Judd would probably be a contender. He’s covered in bulky muscle, cocky as hell with a dangerously charming smile- draped in red flags which means he must be my type. What can I say? I know how to pick 'em.
“Not sure,” I breathe, watching Judd’s eyes as he rakes them over my body slowly.
“C’mon,” he urges, returning his gaze to mine as the corner of his mouth tips up into a half-smirk. “You look like you need to cool off.”