“Come on,” she says, taking one last sip of her orange juice, and scoots out of the booth. She throws some cash down on the table and grabs my hand, yanking me out.
“Where are we going?” I ask as she takes me across the casino floor and to the elevators.
“To get you that job,” she says vaguely.
I’m not sure what Glass has to do with Kingdom, but she takes me over to tower one, and I wave at Nigel when he sees me.
“Jasmine. Alexa. What can I do for you two ladies today?” he asks, coming around from behind his desk. He seems to always be here.
“We’re here to see Bones,” she answers.
“Is he expecting you?”
She shakes her head, and he picks up his phone that sits on his desk. After a few seconds, he speaks. “Sir, you have Jasmine and Alexa down here wanting to speak to you …” A short pause. “Yes, sir.” He hangs up. “Right this way, ladies.” He steps up to the private elevator and scans a key card, taking us up to the thirteenth floor.
We follow him down the hallway to a room that reads BONES on the door. “Thank you,” Jasmine and I say at the same time as we enter.
“Ladies.” Bones nods, standing from his desk. He comes around to the front and leans back against it, crossing his ankles and arms over his chest.
I step over to the wall to see pictures hanging on it. There’s one of Titan, Bones, and Cross standing on a baseball field wearing deep blue and white Wildcats uniforms. They each have baseball bats in their hands, and none of them are even smiling. They look young, and they’re not covered in as many tattoos as they are now. It’s weird. Almost as if I’m looking at them naked without them. I’ve only ever known them covered in ink. It’s strange, but they don’t look any less approachable without them. Like they’ve always been intimidating.
It’s odd seeing them doing something so common. I would have never expected them to play sports. Especially college level. I’m guessing that’s where they are, considering the size of the stadium behind them.
“Alexa wants a job,” Jasmine states.
“Uh, no …” I spin around, eyes wide. What is she doing? He just signed a contract with us. Why would she go to him for this? Laughing nervously, I add, “That’s not what I …”
“And you came to me?” he asks, sounding just as confused as I am at the moment.
I don’t want him to think I’m using him. Or her. “No, that’s not … I never said—”
“Yes,” she interrupts me. “You said if she needed anything to let you know.”
He looks at me and nods once. “I did. What were you thinking?”
I bite my bottom lip confused and scared. Jasmine mentioned Glass, so why are we here talking to Bones?
“Glass,” Jasmine says, obviously doing all the talking here since I can’t get a sentence out. “I told her you could get her a waitressing or bartending job at Glass. It’s just while she remodels the bar.”
“Yeah, sure, I can do that,” he agrees without giving it another thought.
“Really?” I ask wide-eyed. “Thank you.” That seemed almost too easy. I wasn’t sure what the hell Jasmine was doing, but I’m going to owe her dinner for this.
“Of course.” He nods once, uncrossing his arms. “Whatever you need.”
Who knew Bones could be such a nice guy?
CROSS
I PUSH OPEN Bones’s office door with a stack of papers in my hand but come to a stop when I see Jasmine and Alexa standing in front of his desk. The girls turn their heads to look at me over their shoulders.
“Alexa? What are you doing here?” I’m guessing it has to do with Kink. They are all partners now.
“Bones just gave Alexa a job at Glass,” Jasmine announces.
The smile drops off my face, and my eyes go from her to Alexa’s. “Excuse me?” I ask, blinking.
“It’s just for a couple of months,” Alexa says, turning to fully face me. “Hopefully,” she adds quickly.
“You can have the job for as long as you need it,” Bones states, walking back to sit behind his desk.
“Bones, may I speak to you for a second.” I made it sound like a question, but it wasn’t.
He leans back in his chair. “Ladies, if you would give us a moment, please.”
“Yeah, sure,” Alexa says, bowing her head and pushing blond hair behind her ear. “Thanks again, Bones.”
I step to the side, allowing them room to exit. Once they walk into the hallway, I slam the door shut and turn back to Bones. “What in the fuck are you doing?” I demand.
He frowns, tilting his head to the side. “She came to me for help. You expected me to deny her?”
I step forward, pointing a finger at him. “And you thought that Glass, of all places, is where she is best suitable?” She’s not a fucking stripper.