Freda touched his arm and squeezed it. “I told you that she was interesting. Let me handle this.”
Roldolpho stared at her with eyes squinted.
“What are you up to, Freda?”
Freda smiled. “Just giving a little push where a push might be needed.”
“Hmmm…sounds delicious. Can’t I join in the fun?”
“I promise to let you in on it and call you if I need backup.”
“Oh backup! Sounds sexy and makes me think of muscular, naked men wearing firearms and ready to play rough.”
Freda laughed then shook her head.
“If all goes well, there will be some serious action and perhaps fireworks, too,” Freda said, and Roldolpho clapped his hands and laughed with excitement.
* * * *
Jax knew that he was probably scaring her, the brunette who snagged his attention entirely. He was watching her and she noticed. The moment those hazel eyes locked onto his, his cock hardened and his need to have her exploded. It was fucked up. He never got like this, or at least not instantaneously. Who the hell is she?
“Sparks, can you grab another platter in the kitchen for the second floor? Roldolpho needs you?” another young woman said, and it hit him. Sparks? Is this the same Sparks in the sweatshirt on the skateboard?
His mouth dropped as he looked her over and she practically bolted for the kitchen. She bumped right into Clover Masters. Clover held her arms and stared right down into Sparks’s cleavage.
“Hey, beautiful, where’s the fire?” he asked and pressed her against the wall. She looked toward Jameson and then up at Clover.
“I need to get to the kitchen.”
“I was looking for you. I wanted to tip you personally,” he said then pulled some rolled bill from his pocket as he leaned against her. She looked freaked out as Clover
pressed the money down her blouse.
Jax was fuming, and something came over him as he crossed the room in three strides and pulled Clover away from her.
“Give her space,” he practically growled at the man.
“What the hell, Spaulding? Find your own piece of ass,” he said, and before Jax could react as a small crowd of people looked on, Jameson was there as he grabbed Masters by his shirt collar and placed his arm behind his back in an aggressive manner.
“Apologize to the nice young woman,” Jameson demanded.
“Sorry, sorry!” he yelled, and then Jameson released him. Masters gave them a nasty look then walked away.
“Are you okay?” Jameson asked Sparks as Jax joined them. She pulled her shirt tighter.
Jax felt angry, and one look at Jameson and he could see how close his brother came to slugging Masters.
“I didn’t need your help. Either of you,” she said, but looked upset. Jax was pissed off and wanted to grab her and demand to know her real name and everything about her. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to fight such possessive feelings for this stranger. Jameson touched her hand. She looked down at where he held her wrist and then back up at him.
“Are you sure that you’re okay? I saw him press something to your chest,” he said, sounding hesitant.
“I’m fine. I appreciate your help. Sorry if your evening was ruined,” she said in a somber tone then walked away.
Jameson and Jax watched her enter the kitchen.
“What the hell?”
Jameson looked at Jax. “I don’t know how you didn’t knock his lights out. Fucking Clover Masters is such a dick,” Jax stated.