“Royce, assholes. What’s up?”
Asshole number one speaks first, “My dick if you’ll be around later tonight.”
Before I have time to react and let the first tear well up, Royce kicks his chair, “get lost Jake. And you don’t ever talk like that to Brandi again. I will end you if you do,” he warns with a menacing growl.
“Whatever man. It was a joke. Come on Brad.” Asshole one and two leaves the restaurant.
I want to be upset with what Jake said but the fact that Royce just stood up for me has me rendered speechless. Brad and Jake are his followers. I can’t believe he is choosing me over them. “Have a seat babe, we need to talk.”
I swoon hearing him call me babe. I can’t help it. The way he says it melts my insides.
He reaches across the table and takes my hand. I want to deny him the right to touch me, but it’s hard. He’s the only guy who’s ever remotely cared for me other than my brother.
“Are you serious about the cage girl stuff with Lucky 7?”
“Yeah why?”
“You need to be careful around Parker Garrett. He’s not a good man.”
“But you’re under contract with him?”
“I signed before I met you. Back when I was still with Elizabeth.”
“What’s wrong with Parker?”
“I don’t have time to get into that with you right now, but promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve gotta go, but we’ll talk more Saturday.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond.
I don’t even feel like eating now either.
I’d probably just fuck my nails up anyway.
**
Lucky 7 Promotion’s corporate office is located in a huge building.
The receptionist directs me to the elevator and tells me to get off on the top floor. I looked for other girls auditioning but didn’t see any. My email said 3:30, so I am guessing he scheduled everyone at different times. It would have been nice to see who I’m up against.
The elevator door opens, and I am met by an elderly gentleman who reminds me of one of those old guys from a mustard commercial.
“Just this way miss.” He leads me down a long corridor. I have no idea where he is taking me. The walls are black and the floor is white. As I look for a door or a window I notice that all of the doors seem to blend right in with the paint. You wouldn’t notice they are even there in your first passing of them.
“Mr. Garrett will be with you momentarily. I will let him know of your arrival.” The older man leaves me to stand at the end of the hall, there’s not even a seating area.
Moments later, the old man comes out of a door and shows me inside an office. I figured we’d be doing this at the warehouse where they hold the fights, so he could see me in the ring or something.
“Brandi is it?” I nod in agreement. He places his arms behind his head, looking at me like he so high and mighty—the mighty king sitting on the throne of his mighty empire. I do have to admit he looks damn good doing it. Damn the man is even more fine close up. His hair is shaved short, practically bald, but you can tell he is a blonde. He has a nice tan and really fucking beautiful blue eyes that reminding of the water surrounding a tropical island. His slack jaw and angular nose are in perfect proportion. He looks like an underwear model. It really should be against the law for a man to be this wealthy, and so damned hot. I am surprised the sprinklers don’t set off from the fire alarms while he is here.
Seriously, he’s that good looking.
“Brandi,” he prompts snapping me out of my observing his hotness. I adjust my top making sure that I’m not flashing my tits at him when he clicks at something on his computer. Not that I think he would mind all that much – he is known for being a ladies’ man and always getting his way.
“I’m a man of many talents.”
Did I just say that last part aloud? Oh my God! I’m mortified. This isn’t the impression I was hoping to make.
His eyes meet mine slightly amused at my slip of the tongue. “Have you ever been a cage girl before?”