"And, you didn't go with?" Kev asked.
Again the producer shrugged and glanced at the manager's office door. "He wanted to talk to Sienna alone."
"You sure they're just talking?" Kev asked.
"It’s not my job to babysit her. Sienna does what she wants."
At that moment, we all heard a very clear "no!" Sienna said it again, but her voice was muffled. The producer's eyes widened, but he did nothing. So, I kicked in the door. Kev followed and shut the door behind us.
Jackson had Sienna pushed against the mahogany desk of the banquet room's manager. She was pushing against him, but he did not move. His hands gripped her thighs and held her pinioned.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Of course, you'd be the only one to invade our privacy," Jackson said. He did not let go of Sienna.
"I said stop, Jackson," she cried.
"Sure, play it up for them," Jackson said. "As if you didn't want it bad. All that flirting in front of the camera. Your whole show is built around you tempting guys. It’s about time s
omeone gave you what you're asking for."
"Stop!" Sienna said. "I didn't want to come in here with you. I didn't want any of this."
"You heard the lady," I said. I stepped across the room to Jackson and held up my fists.
He let her go and laughed. "Come on, you of all people are going to play the hero? The cameras aren't even on. Tell me you didn't do the same thing after she hung all over you."
I shook my head. "No, I didn't."
"Well, that's the difference between us. You have to fight for everything you want. I was raised differently. Everything is available to me. That's what really burns you, isn't it? I can just take whatever I want," Jackson said.
"Then take this," I said. I lunged toward him and threw a hard jab.
Kev grabbed me just in time. My momentum carried us over to slam against the desk. Jackson stepped aside and grabbed Sienna's arm.
"So heroic for nothing. Come on, let's find somewhere more private," he said. "I mean, you wouldn't want your little reality show to get slammed with a slander lawsuit, would you? You might not understand much about business, but you realize that's bad for your image, right?"
Sienna looked at me, confused. She let Jackson start to pull her out the back door of the office.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Jackson.
"Taking what she offered. There's no crime in that," Jackson said.
"She said 'no,' Jackson, and you're going to have to deal with that," I said. "You can't force her."
"Force her?" Jackson asked. "Like I forced her to come here and flirt with me, getting all handsy on camera. Just like I forced your sister to wear next to nothing. A woman who flaunts it wants it."
My fingers balled into tight fists. "That's the difference between us. I don't have my head so far up my ass that I don't understand the difference between casual flirting and begging for sex."
"Women beg me all the time. Your sister's outfit begged for it," Jackson said.
I lunged again and this time Kev did not stop me. Jackson let go of Sienna and she fell hard against a bookshelf. Hardcover books crashed to the floor as I slammed into Jackson.
He took one good punch to the gut. I underestimated the soft appearance of his lime colored Polo shirt. He was rock hard, but still lost his breath. Jackson came at me with a clumsy swing, and I ducked.
It was on.
Chapter Thirty-Six