"Are you sure you don't want to blow off the coffee meeting and jump in the shower with me?" he asked. His fingers danced up and down my back.
I shivered with pleasure and pushed him away. "I see what you're doing. You're trying to make me screw up this contract so I have to go back to Chicago."
He shook his head. "It would be easier to concentrate, but I like you in Vegas. I want you in Vegas."
There was a sharp knock on the suite door. I could not help but brush a soft kiss across Fenton's lips before I hurried away across the suite to let Jackson in. As the golfer strode inside, I glanced back and saw Fenton disappear into the second bedroom.
The knot of worry in my chest loosened. "Good morning, I think there's still some hot coffee in the pot. Unless you'd rather go downstairs?"
"Whatever you've got is fine. Wow, must have been some party here last night," Jackson said. "You throw a big bash every time your client does well?"
"I didn't have much of a choice. Fenton decided to stay here when the MGM Grand kicked him out," I said. I glanced at the second bedroom, worried the door would fly open any minute. Better that Jackson heard from me than found out through one of Fenton's grand entrances.
Jackson scrubbed a hand over his short, cropped brown hair. "Interesting. Though, I guess it shows you are a generous agent. Very hands on?" he asked.
I swallowed hard, feeling the undertow of his question. "As far as letting clients use this suite. It’s paid for by the company," I said. "Now, why don't you catch me up on your round this morning?"
The tight hold in Jackson's shoulders relaxed and he sat down at the kitchen counter. I poured him a cup of coffee, relieved that he was no longer looming over me. He was tall with wide shoulders, not as heavily muscled as Fenton, but there was a hardness under his pale yellow Polo shirt.
"We don't have to talk about work just yet," he said.
His tan arms reached out towards me across the kitchen island and I immediately wanted to pull back. I knew he would be offended, he had already made his interest in me clear, and so I forced myself to stay still.
"What else is there to discuss?" I asked.
Jackson caught my hand, but the second bedroom door crashed open. He swiveled in his chair and I was able to pull myself loose from his hold. Fenton strolled out in dark jeans. He held his t-shirt loosely in his hands, the hard cut of his abs and the dark slashes of his tattoos on full display. He looked menacing, out of place against the soft white luxury of the suite, as if he belonged in an alley ready to fight.
The look he gave Jackson was taunting. "Oh, sorry, didn't know Kya was conducting business." He yanked his shirt on and kept coming towards us. "She warned me she had some client coming over. We've met before, right?"
"Yes," Jackson bit out. "Now, if you'll excuse us?"
"Oh, sure, don't mind me. Any chance there's more coffee?" Fenton asked.
I poured him a cup and gave him a sharp glance, but Fenton pretended not to notice. He stood at the edge of the kitchen counter and slowly dripped cream into his cup, taking the time to taste it and decide if he needed more.
Jackson watched him with growing aggravation. "Maybe you were right, Kya. We should head downstairs."
"Hey, if you go for breakfast could you bring me a little something back? You know what I like," Fenton said. He waggled his eyebrows at me.
Jackson caught the suggestive look and his jaw tightened.
"Was that a knock at the door?" I asked. They both looked at me as if I was crazy until the knock came again. "I'll get it," I said.
I escaped the kitchen and went to the door. I hoped it was Kev Casey. If anyone thrived in awkward situations, it was Fenton's manager. I pulled the door open.
Dana Maria sauntered past me in a jaw-dropping blue lace dress. The color and the barely-there clinging material made it look like she was wearing nothing but sea foam. She even had seashell clips in her long black curls and giant silver starfish earrings.
"Really?" Jackson exclaimed. "Have you no decency? You invite a stripper up to Kya's suite in the middle of the day?"
Dana Maria laughed. "It's not like I'm a vampire."
"I have no problem with you," Jackson said. He got up from the kitchen counter. "I didn't mean to offend you. Kya, you're really okay with this? No wonder you're interested in a higher class of client."
"Jackson, I'd like you to meet Fenton's sister, Dana Maria," I said. I understood that Jackson was just trying to defend my honor, but if Fenton did not punch him, I would consider doing it myself.
Dana Maria tossed her hair and came over to shake Jackson's hand. "Nice to meet you, handsome."
Jackson held on to her hand, swinging it away from her body as he thoroughly studied her dress. "Beauty and the bruiser. I suppose you can't choose your family."
"Now, don't get my baby brother all riled up. He promised me a nice lunch to celebrate his big win. Ready?" Dana Maria asked Fenton.
"Almost," Fenton said. He took one bristling step towards Jackson.
The golfer ignored him and turned to me. "I've disrupted your morning enough. How about we discuss the endorsement plans over dinner?"
"Oh, it's pretty straightforward," I said.
"Good, I'll go make the reservations and send you the info," Jackson said. "All you need to do is pull together some other options besides vitamin supplements. I'd like to convey a different image than some of your other clients."
Jackson left a stretch of awkward silence in his wake. Fenton took a lap around the suite, trying to shake it off. I crept back to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee.
Dana Maria fluffed her hair. "I do like a clean-cut man. Even had his Polo shirt tucked in. Bet he's hiding a dirty, dirty mind under all that polish. Are you sure that isn't what your little Ms. Priss likes?" she asked Fenton.
"Stay away from Jackson McRay," Fenton told his sister. "There's something off about him. I should have knocked his teeth out."
"But then how would Ms. Allen make a mint off him? God knows she's only interested in him for the business. Why else would the Country Club Princess head out to dinner with the likes of him? I bet she can't stand the good manners, cloth napkins, and wine lists."
"She's capable of having a business dinner without it turning to sex," I said. I put my cup down and marched across the suite. "Now, if you're done talking about me, I actually have work to do."
"Scoping out hot athletes. Sounds like a tough day to me," Dana Maria said.
I tried to ignore her and headed into the master bedroom to get my laptop. Fenton told his sister to wait by the elevator and followed me inside.
"What are you doing this afternoon?" he asked.
"Really? You're letting your sister get in your head?" I asked. "I'm going to put on my little black bikini and spend the rest of the day flirting with any athlete that looks my way. You know my method, reel them in, have sex with them, and make 'em sign before they get dressed."
"You're right, I'm sorry," Fenton said. "You can't be even a little flattered that I get jealous?"