The door to the study slammed shut behind Jax. He pulled Lola in front of him and released her hand.

“What is up with you?” she asked.

“You’re not wearing that,” he said coldly and scanned her body.

Her brows shot up, and she crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts together. Jax groaned huskily.

“Excuse me?” she asked as her anger rose.

“It’s too revealing,”

Lola looked at the dress. It only exposed her back and went down ...