Kayla had been living back in Chicago for close to a month and wasn’t sure if that was where she had wanted to stay long term. Some of the best times in her life had been lived up in The Windy City, but so had some of the worst. She was torn as it was a constant reminder of the pain she’d suffered through before, but she wanted to be close to her older brother- despite everything else. With the money she had made modeling and doing some acting in Los Angeles, she’d had enough to secure herself a lavish penthouse at The Legacy at Millenium Park. So far, life back in Chicago was going pretty good at least that was until she had checked an e-mail she’d gotten to her iPhone. It had been sent out by Limitless Wrestling- the first company she had been contracted to wrestle under.
She saw that her first professional match was going to be against an opponent named Epico Failo. Her eyes scanned over the rest of the card; Sean Galen was another person on the card and Kayla knew who of him because he was the ex-husband of her friend and brother’s girlfriend, Hannah. Then another name caught her eye-- Jackson.
“You’ve gotta be freaking kidding me.” She said, jaw dropped and blue eyes wide-opened. He was going to be wrestling there too? Of course, that would be her luck. How she had managed to live in the same city and not run into him had been a miracle, especially since he was friends with her brother. “Hell no. Just, hell no.” She said as she exited out of her e-mail and tried to get her thoughts straight. What she needed was to confront him, set the record straight- she was not going to be wrestling in the same company as him and she would try to persuade him to pull out. It would take some convincing, but she knew she could do it and there was no time like the present.
It was a late July evening when the fresh-faced blonde stepped off of the greyhound bus that had taken her to the Windy City. She had made the trip on chance after escaping the hellhole she’d lived in for so many years. It was a miracle that she’d done, but as she walked her first few steps along the pavement of Chicago, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of of freedom and possibility. She didn’t have much with her, just a large backpack and the clothes she currently wore. She’d had to sneak out to even stand a chance on catching the bus from Mississippi and only had time for grab the pack.
Reaching into the pocket of her denim shorts, she pulled out a white scrap of paper with a name and address scrawled on it. She’d asked at the bus station how to get to her desired destination and was pleased to find out it was only a few blocks away. She kept to herself and stayed on course and found herself at the club known as Paradox. She didn’t know much personally about the man she was told to speak with, only knew what she’d seen on television when he’d wrestled. She’d been assured he could help her.
Making her way to the entrance of the club, she held onto the strap of her backpack securely and looked up at the bouncer. “Excuse me,” she said with a slight southern drawl, “do you think you could help me? I’m lookin’ for someone.” She slid her hands into her pockets and waited.
The bouncer smirked, looking her over, “everyone’s lookin’ for someone these days. Gotta be more specific, dollface.” His eyes left the girl’s face, drifting over the others who came through the door.
“I’m looking for a Brad Jackson? I was told I could find him here.” She said a little shyly. “Is he here, by chance?”
The bouncer laughed, “Jax? Yeah. If it’s a day of the week and he ain’t somewhere across the fuckin’ globe wrestlin’... he’s here.” Folding his beefy arms across his chest, he looked down at her again, “y’ain’t his usual type. Bit less trashy than his usual rats.”
“Oh, thanks but I’m not...” Shaking her head, she smiled at the bouncer and shrugged her shoulders. “Can I go back and see him?” The backpack was getting a little heavy and she slid it off her shoulder, but kept it in hand. “If he’s not busy, that is.”
“Don’t need my permission to go in, ‘less you’re under twenty-one. But if Jax asked for ya... it’s cool.” He opened the door for her and smiled, somewhat less intimidating when he was showing teeth than when he wasn’t. “If he ain’t up front at the table by the stage, he’ll be in the office.”
“Thank you so much.” She said gratefully as she gave him a courteous nod and walked into the club. The place was crawling with men and she felt very out of place as she glanced up at the stage. Much to her surprise, there was a girl dancing while stripping off her clothes. “Oh.. It’s a strip club. Okay...” Her cheeks were beet red as she glanced around. She felt the eyes of various patrons on her and she sheepishly walked towards the stage. It was there she saw him, the man she was searching for.
Walking over to his table, she slid her pack back onto her shoulder and stood at the table. “Excuse me, are you Jax?” She asked a little loudly as they were by the stage. She brushed some strands of blonde behind her hair as she waited for him to acknowledge her.
The man’s dark eyes shifted from the nearly naked woman on the stage to the blonde standing beside him, the hint of a smirk on his lips growing as he took her in. He said nothing by way of reply before he lifted a glass to his lips and polished off the rest of the liquor. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. Depends who you are. We don’t need more tits and ass right now, so if you’re lookin’ for an audition, go to Zippers across town. Fuckin’ Gilchrist’ll fire any skank that just came off the turnip truck, talent or not.”
She seemed a little taken aback, maybe even offended as she shook her head quickly. “No... I’m not looking for...” The thought of dancing on stage while men watched her take off her clothes was a little terrifying. “You know my brother... Lex Collins? He told me if I came to Chicago that you could help me. If you are Jax, though.” When she got nervous, she played with her hair. Reaching back, she pulled the locks back and tied it up with a ponytail holder that was around her wrist.
“Lex? Yeah...” he slouched down and used his booted foot to push the other chair out for her. “Sit down, you’re making me nervous.”
“Not sure why I’d make you nervous.” She said, doing as she was told. “You’re the big, bad, wrestler. Maybe I should be the nervous one.” This came out with a laugh, a very strained one at that. “I didn’t mean to just barge in on you like this- I kinda came to the city on a whim.”
“Reputation precedes me. Awesome.” His grin was wolfish as his eyes flicked to the stage before settling back on her. Leaning forward, he rapped his knuckles on the table, “alright, so what’s the deal? You’re here lookin’ for me... so the question begs to be asked: why?”
“Lex had told me if I came to Chicago, you could maybe give me a job.” Her eyes scanned around the room as she clasped her hands together and stuck them between her knees, under the table. Her focus went back to him. “Though, I thought it was just a regular ole’ nightclub. Not sure this would be a good choice for me.” Maybe there was a gas station she could get a job at close by. She’d have to do something, she only had forty dollars cash, left in her pocket.
He cocked his head, studying her, “Monday through Thursday it is... sometimes we have bands and shit. On the weekends though, everyone wants the tits and ass. It’s like that whole Field of Dreams shit. If you build it, they’ll come.” Finally he pushed back his chair and held out his hand to her as he stood up, “c’mon, we’ll go up to the office. Easier to talk there.”
“Okay.” She grabbed his hand with hers and used her other to pick up her bag. Keeping a hold of him, she followed him as he led her through the club. It was hard to believe that she was actually holding hands with Jackson, a man she’d seen wrestle on television countless times and had even developed a crush on. If he’d have seen her face, he’d have been able to how flustered she seemed to feel. “I don’t wanna take up too much of your time.”
He led her up beside the bar that was constructed of glass blocks and into the shadows beside it. Pushing open a door, he pulled her into a small alcove that led to an outside door. To their left was a set of stairs going up. As he released her hand, he turned to her, all traces of good humor draining away in an instant, “how much did Lex tell you about me?”
He was very intimidating as he towered over her. She took a step back and was against the wall. “He... He just said that you’re a friend of his and he said you could help me.” She stammered over her words as she swallowed hard. As he looked down at her, she could feel his eyes piercing into her and she felt a mixture of arousal and fear- which was confusing. “That’s it, I swear.”
Nodding, he turned away from her and moved towards the stairs. “C’mon then. You hungry or anything? Can have one of the girls go out and grab you something,” he looked over his shoulder to see she was still frozen against the wall. “Kayla, I won’t bite.”
“You know my name?” She asked, a little surprised. She hadn’t remembered telling him. “And no, I’m really not hungry.” Kayla actually was very hungry, but had a complex when it came to eating in front of people. One of the many issues she could blame on her dear ole’ daddy. “Just wanted to find you before it got too late and then I gotta find a motel for the night.” She left her place against the wall, ready to follow him.
He began to climb the stairs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. Putting it to his ear, he held down one of the buttons and began to talk, “hey, Bernie, is Sheila still out front? Awesome. Tell her to take forty out of petty cash and run down to that deli before they close. Get a couple of those sandwiches I like,” he put the phone against his chest for a second, looking at her, “you want fries with yours?”
She shook her head, feeling awkward. “I’m really not hungry, I’m fine really.” She felt so anxious and shy to an extent. “Like I said, just wanted to talk with you before I called it a night.”
“Bernie?” He put the phone back to his ear, “yeah, just one order of fries. Just bring them up to my office when she gets back, alright?” Ending the call, he dropped the phone back in his pocket and looked at her with a sheepish expression, “here’s the deal, Kay... can I call you Kay?”
“Um yeah, sure. Everyone does.” She said with a nervous laugh. “So there’s a deal?” She asked, pretty intrigued, though she didn’t want to show it.
“Yeah, there’s a deal. I’m fucking starving. Haven’t eaten anything since noon so you’re going to join me in a little dinner. And we’re going to talk about what you need help with. Sound good to you?”
She hesitated in answering, but finally nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that sounds fine.” She was silently grateful at his taking charge and ordering for her anyway, this could be her only meal for a day or so, until she could get her things figured out. “Thanks.”
At the top of the stairs, he opened a red door and walked through the doorway into a huge room, beckoning for her to follow. Inside was a desk beneath a fish tank that was built into the wall. There were also a matching couch and loveseat, as well as an enormous mirror on which was painted the Budweiser logo, complete with the old school Clydesdales from the old advertisements in the 1980’s. “Welcome to the office,” he executed a mock bow.
“It’s nice...” She said, in awe with it. She stared at the couch, noting how comfortable it appeared. She set her backpack down on the loveseat and then unbuttoned the black and white plaid shirt she had on. She was feeling a little warm and luckily she had a black spaghetti strap top on. She laid the plaid shirt over her backpack as she took a seat next to her things. “I like it a lot.” She clasped her hands and put them between her knees, looking a little bashfully at him. “Wow, can’t believe I’m actually hanging out with you. I’ve been a fan of yours for a while. You’re just amazing.”
“Amazing?” He shook his head, “wouldn’t go that far, really. I’m between gigs right now, so technically I’m a washed-up has-been. You thirsty at all? Got Pepsi and some liquor up here. Couple Raspberry Snapples too, if you’re into iced tea.”
“Anything’s fine, really. I’m pretty easy to please.” She said with an awkward little laugh. “And I don’t think you’re washed-up. You’re the only reason I ever watched wrestling.” She found herself admiring the tattoos on his arms, before she looked back up at his face. “And I think you’ll make it big again.”
“Yeah, it goes in cycles.” He shrugged, turning his back on her and crouching down in front of the mini fridge beside his desk, “regular or diet?”
“How about if you go ahead and surprise me?” She said, giving him a smile as she sat back comfortably on the loveseat. “Hey do you think you could point me in the direction of a cheap motel for the night?”
A bottle of Snapple sailed through the air, landing gently on the cushion beside her. “Yeah, I know a couple places.” He opened his own bottle of tea and chugged half of the ice-cold liquid before moving towards her. He sat down on the couch, leaning forward to put his drink down on the glass table that rested between the two pieces of furniture. “So, you need help. You need a job. We’ve established that, right? Before we talk shop, we talk about you.” That intense gaze was on her again, like he was trying to see right through her. “For starters, are you twenty-one?”
Oh shit... “Umm, yeah.” She said, smiling overenthusiastically at him. “Turned it last September- had such a killer night out too. I got really drunk.” Lie, all lies. She’d never been drunk a day in her life AND she was only seventeen. She could pass for twenty-one though, this she knew. “So, anything else?”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I want to know what you’re running from. Is there any drama you’ll be bringing to my doorstep? Drugs? Do you owe anyone money?”
Shaking her head, “no Sir, I don’t.” There was drama she was running from, but nothing that would affect him. “Just always wanted to live in Chicago and thought it was time.”
“Sir?” He shook his head, “nope. Starting off poorly here, Kayla. Don’t ever call me that again. Call me Jax, alright?”
“Oh...” She looked immediately embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t know... Jax.” Mentally she was cursing herself.
“Second,” he frowned, “what’s all this about? Don’t apologize. You didn’t know. I just... I don’t like that word. Nobody should have to call a guy ‘sir’ as some show of respect, y’know? And don’t lie. Lex told me you might be coming. Told me why, too... although he didn’t get into a lot of detail about the whole situation. Picked up enough from what he didn’t say.”
“Okay, so you know then.” The last thing she wanted was to tell him about the monster that was her and Lex’s father. A glint of pain flashed in her eyes as she tried to smile, making it as less awkward as she could. “Is there any reason to go into detail about? I just don’t really want to talk about him.”
He pointed at her, smiling as he reached for his open bottle of tea, “see, that’s what I want to hear. Tell me the truth. We’ve got a rule here... between these walls, we don’t bullshit. Whatever you do on your own time, in your own home is your business. Lie up a storm there, don’t care... but in here, we’re real. Can you be real with me, Kayla?”
She nodded and then bit down on her lower lip, trying to fight the urge to tell him the truth about her age. She couldn’t though, the way he looked at her was so intense and she didn’t want to lie to him about anything. “Yeah, I can- which is why I need to tell you that I’m not twenty-one.” She exhaled and looked down at the coffee table. “I’m only seventeen.” She closed her eyes, waiting for the hammer to fall.
“Right,” he nodded, “and honestly, I don’t give a shit. You’ll pass, and if we get hit with inspection, you’re not an official employee. Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he set down the empty bottle before moving to his feet. Crossing the short distance between them, he crouched down in front of her. “I’m gonna give you a job. Gonna pay you ten bucks an hour, forty hours a week out of my own pocket. You’ll cut lemons and limes. You’ll change the kegs an’ make jello shots. You’ll do inventory with me. When I’m on the road, you’ll answer the office phone. Start it out small and if you like it, we’ll go from there. How’s that sound?”
“Amazing!” She said as she leaned forward and quickly threw her arms around him. He’d just saved her in so many ways and she was eternally grateful to him. “I’m gonna be the best employee, I promise.” She hugged him a few moments longer and then flushed some as she released and pulled back, embarrassment back on her face. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” His voice was more raspy as he stared at her, realizing just how cute she was and how damned lonely he was. “You like me, right? You ever dreamed about kissing me?”
“What?” She asked, laughing awkwardly. “I dunno.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked away, still embarrassed. “It’s just, I dunno.” She shrugged again and brought a hand back to slide the ponytail holder out so that she could play with her hair.
“Just you dunno?” He smirked, “c’mon... did you have my posters on your wall?”
“Just one, maybe two.” She murmured, still looking away. “They fit with my decorating scheme.” She was trying to play it cool, but failed miserably.
He leaned forward, putting his hands on her knees, “your brother’s gonna kill me, but I really wanna kiss you, Kay.”
“He don’t have to know.” The words were out before she could stop them. Her skin started to cover in goosebumps as her hands rested on his.
He chuckled, whispering, “look at me,” he was just inches from her face now.
She turned her head and looked at him, a little smile on her face. “Hi...” She said softly.
“Hi,” he replied, closing the gap slowly.
She could feel the warmth of his breath before his lips pressed against hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. The moment his lips touched her, she forgot about any embarrassment and awkwardness as she returned his kiss. She slid her hands up his arms as she made a bold move by slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He groaned, lifting one hand from her knee to grab the back of her head as he let her explore his mouth before his tongue tangoed with hers. Pulling back abruptly, he dragged the back of his hand across his lips. “Shit, shit... I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, it’s fine, really.” She continued to slide her hands up and down his tattooed arms, loving the feel of them. “I’d like you to do it again, please?” She was eyeing him hungrily as no guy had ever had this effect on her. “And can I see your back tattoo?” She wanted to see it, but also wanted to get his shirt off. “Just wanna see it in person.”
He rocked back on his heels and pulled off his black t-shirt, tossing it on the couch as he rose back up to his full height. He turned around and held out his arms, deliberately flexing as he posed for her. “My pride and joy,” he said, and even though she couldn’t see his face, she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling.
“I like it, a lot.” She said as she pushed herself out of her seat and walked over to him. Raising up a hand, she traced her fingers along his back- studying the tattoo. “It’s absolutely beautiful.” It came out a little breathlessly. “Wow... Just so nice.”
He turned around quickly, grabbing her hand before it could fall away. He twined his fingers with hers and pulled her close, “s’not beautiful... but you are.”
“Bet I’m not the first girl you’ve said that to.” She imagined he’d been with some gorgeous ones, if the women she’d him on television with were any indication. “So, why’d you freak out when you kissed me?”
“You didn’t come here to be a victim,” he said quietly, “and I haven’t been with anyone since December.”
She found that hard to believe but nodded. “I’ve never been with anyone, ever.” He said not to lie to him and she wasn’t about to start.
“Shit, really?” He chuckled, “no wonder you’re so damned irresistible.” The smile he gave her was crooked and definitely wicked.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” She blushed a little more as a giggle came out. “You though, yeah I’d say you are.” She had started caressing his hand with her thumb. “Am I keeping you from doing any work? Cause, I can go if ya want.” She really didn’t want to.
“Nothing pressing.” He replied, wrapping his free arm around her waist as though to prevent her from fleeing, “you got enough to afford a hotel?”
She pressed against him, liking the feeling of being so close. “Best hotel room that forty bucks can buy.” She laughed a little, “you know of a good one?”
“There’s a bed in the other room. Shower and full bathroom, too. Sometimes crash here instead of drivin’ cross town. You’re welcome to it... save you some money until you’re makin’ your own. If you wanna.”
“That’d be great, thank you.” She raised up a little kissed him on his cheek. “You’re awesome.” She whispered right by his ear before standing flat on her feet again. “Are you driving home tonight?”
“Dunno,” he replied, “got a lot of paperwork to catch up on and-” he was interrupted by the arrival of the sandwiches he’d asked for, delivered by Bernie, the bouncer she’d talked to when she’d arrived. He didn’t seem to care that Jackson had his arms around the new girl as he set the paper bag on Jax’s desk before leaving, this time closing the door behind himself.
“So, in the interest of being honest... are you hungry now?” his eyes drifted to the bag on the desk and then back to her face, letting the double meaning hang in the air between them.
“Yeah, but not so sure it’s for food right now?” She hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself. Usually she wasn’t this forward, but he had that effect on her. She was drawn to him. “But you can eat, if you want.”
“Gonna need to,” he sighed almost theatrically, “not sure I can keep up with a seventeen year old without it.”
That got a laugh out of her. “I think I’m gonna have trouble keeping up with you- you’re the more experienced one here, buddy.” Strange thing was, she wasn’t nervous. She wanted him to be the first.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and went to grab the bag. Tearing it open, he was already walking back towards the coffee table. Upending the bag, he dumped out the two wrapped sandwiches and a cardboard container that no doubt contained the fries he’d ordered. “Sure you don’t want anything? There’s plenty.” He didn’t wait for her to reply as he sat down on the couch and began to unwrap one of the sandwiches, revealing it to be heavily piled with meat with mustard leaking out through the thick-sliced rye bread.
“I think I’ll wait until right before I go to sleep. I’m kind of a late-night eater.” She walked over to the couch, disappointed that they’d stopped, and took a seat next to him. “You’re really saving my butt, Jax. If you’d have turned me down, I don’t know what I would have done. So, thank you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, before resting her head on his shoulder. It was unclear to her why she felt so comfortable with him, but she did. She felt safe and was starting to be completely at ease.
“Wouldn’t have turned you down,” he said through a mouthful of food, chewing it before swallowing. “Lex wouldn’t have told you to come if I hadn’t offered. Do I really strike you as the type of guy who hands out charity?” He took another huge bite of the sandwich, chasing it with a handful of French fries as he waited for her to answer what was actually a serious question.
“I dunno, I think you have it in you to do it, if you really believe in something.” At least that was the vibe she got. “Is this part where you tell me you’re going to call upon me to grant you a favor in the future?” She laughed a little, not taking her head off his shoulder.
“Nope,” he shook his head, swallowing hard, “grab me that bottle you never drank?” He paused while she did before settling back against him, handing it off. Opening it, he chugged some of the tea and then set it down. “No favors. I don’t deal like that. Maybe the first part is right. If I believe in something, yeah... I will move mountains for it. And I firmly believe nobody should ever have to live through what you have at home. Believe me, Kay. I’ve been there. Spent eighteen years in the same sorta environment. Almost killed me more than once but I’m here, a testament to survival. I guess... that’s why I offered when Lex told me about you.”
Hearing that touched her and she was silent for a little while, taking it all in. It felt good to have someone understand and she knew this was someone she could trust with her life. "I just couldn't put up with him anymore," meaning her father. "I feel like you might be my white knight." Her head was back on his shoulder and she just wanted to stay close. She laughed and shook her head. "Wow, I have some friends back home who'd be seething right now if they knew where I was."
“Yeah?” He glanced down at her as he polished off the last of the sandwich. There was a dab of mustard on his upper lip, but he seemed oblivious to that. “Jealous of the locale... or the company?”
"The company." She said with a smirk. Noticing the mustard, she reached over and grabbed a napkin. "You gotta little something there." She used the napkin and dabbed it away. "A few of my friends also have a thing for you."
“Good girls always dig the bad boy,” he quipped, chuckling softly as he drank the rest of the raspberry iced tea. “The use of the word ‘also’ there... nice. You’ve got a thing for me, huh?” As if it wasn’t already plainly obvious to him-- that ego could use a little boost by making her say it out loud.
"So what if I do?" She asked as she tried to act casually. "I'm sure that I'm just one of a million other females who have a thing for you." She held out a hand and tried to appear as though she were examining her self-manicured nails. "It's not any kind of big deal."
He sighed, turning slightly and wrapping an arm around her as he pulled her back against the couch cushions. “Those other chicks don’t know me-- hell, you don’t really know me either. They see that larger-than-life asshole on their TV screen for 30 minutes a week, but that guy’s about as real as those airbrushed posters you had on your wall, y’know? When the cameras aren’t rolling... it’s a whole ‘nother story.” He was still holding her, enjoying the feel of a warm body in his arms. “You’ve got an advantage over them, though... since you’re here right now in the flesh.”
She was very aware of his arm and the feeling of his flesh against her bare shoulders. It had suddenly got very warm in the office and if she'd have been alone, she would have stripped down. "Yeah, I guess I do have an advantage over them." She was breathing quickly but quietly. "So what should we do then? I'm up for whatever." She'd really gotten herself into a pickle with all of the flirting she was doing while being so inexperienced. He seemed to have that effect on her.
"Relax," he murmured as he kissed the top of her head, "don't have to do anything but sit here... whatever. I'm easy, babe." The pet name came out without thinking. He was the type of guy who had no use for names, usually. If he was talking to a woman, and there was some familiarity or affection involved, that was his go-to word.
"What makes you think I'm not relaxed?" She asked as she focused on the artwork that covered his arms. She placed a hand on one of his arms, tracing the tattoos with her fingers. Leaning over, she placed a kiss on his bicep and then pulled back. "And just so you know, I turn eighteen in just about two months. In case you were curious."
"Wasn't, really." He shrugged, "age's just a number... long as you don't care that I'm thirty-six." Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes, "since we're being honest here, I like what you're doing there..." he paused, sounding almost embarrassed, "with your hand. Touching me. Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on stopping." She made her fingers move slower along his skin and every so often would stop and kiss his arm again. "And no, I don't care how old you are." Her fingers kept moving as she snuggled in closer to him. "I think I might want to shower soon." Her fingers had moved to the tattoos on his chest, running them even more gently along his flesh.
Goosebumps followed in the wake of her soft touch, causing him to shiver. "I like you, Kayla," he said the words without opening his eyes or moving at all. "Can tell this is gonna work out beautifully. You're sexy as hell and this... it's nice. Just talkin'... touching... kissin'. Not just waiting for the next head game to start, or the next moment to drop my line and keep things rolling. Yeah, I'm gonna keep you," he paused for a second, "if that's alright with you."
"You can keep me, if you want. Don't belong to anyone else." She made a bolder move and kissed up his arm before moving to his neck. She followed with his chest, her fingers still trailing. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" The words were murmured against his skin.
"Loaded question, right there," he muttered, opening his eyes as he grinned, "and one you don't want me to answer... what's it? Half an hour into knowing me?" Chuckling, he continued, "I don't belong to anyone else either, case you were wondering. She dumped me... or maybe I dumped her. Can't really remember when you're..." he shuddered as her lips found the scar on his collarbone, "oh hell."
"Let's not talk about her." She grinned to herself as she felt him shudder. It was decided then that her lips would stay on that spot. Her fingers trailed down his bare front. A thought occured to her then, what if he would think she was easy? That wasn't the situation; she'd just had a crush on him for a long time. Pulling back, she looked at him a little worried. "Am I moving too fast?"
"Nah," he looked down at her, chuckling, "worried I'm thinking you're some slutty little ring rat, aren't you?" When she looked surprised, he laughed again, "it's all over your face, sweetheart. Not much of a leap of logic." His hand reached out and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear before letting his fingers trail down her neck to her bare shoulder. "Tell you what... fast... slow-- whatever you want. M'all yours, Kay an' we got all night long."
Yes, him being in Limitless was going to be interesting to say the least, but if she could talk him into getting out, it might be okay. As it was, she needed to focus- not just on what to do about Jax, but also her first match against Epico Failo.