Jax (Cocky Cage Fighter Series) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

this room for us to come look at, that makes me a guest here, and I'm going to the fucking pool."
    "But you don't have a swimsuit."
    "I'm not going skinny dipping for Christ's sakes. They have like three huge ass clothing stores downstairs."
    "Fine," she says in a huff, gathering all the paperwork and shoving it into her briefcase.
    "And you better not fucking leave without me," I warn her. Then I have no choice but to watch her ass as she storms out the door. That incredible ass has me thinking all sorts of things I shouldn't.

Chapter Four
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    What a jerk . I'm working my ass off while my client lounges by the pool. After sweet talking the security officers I was able to get a copy of video surveillance from that night on all the relevant cameras, and even a few printed photos. I also found a valet who remembered Christina Loftis asking him to call her a cab. He said her appearance had been disheveled, but she'd seemed calm, and even smiled and thanked him before climbing into a taxi.  
    Finished for the day and ready to head home, I throw my briefcase over my shoulder and go in search of Mr. Personality. We definitely need to work on his attitude before cross-examination.
    I consider taking the train home like I had threatened earlier, but I wanted to share my success with someone. I'm even starting to believe Jackson may have a better chance of getting a not guilty than I originally thought. Small, but better than zero chance at least.
    I follow the signs to the hotel pool, weaving my way through the slot machines and restaurants, along with the choking cigarette smoke. Finally I walk out the double glass sliding doors to head outside. Since it's a warm late May day, the rows and rows of lounge chairs around the pool are all occupied. It'll take me forever to find the arrogant man in this crowd.
    Not having my sunglasses, I raise my hand to shade my eyes as I glance around. After several minutes I spot him. Hard to miss the one man in a sea of scantily clad sluts, I mean women. Moving closer, I notice they've formed a circle around him, and several are even sitting on the same lounge chair with him, practically draped over him. Does he not remember our conversation about staying away from females? Idiot .
    When I reach the outer perimeter, Jackson looks up and notices me, giving a head nod in my direction. "Ready?" he yells.
    "Yes."
    A chorus of disappointment sounds around us, making me groan.
    "We love you, Jax!" A woman exclaims. Her fangirl support is followed up by the sounds of many others.
    "There's no way you did that shit!"
    "Call me if you need anything !"
    I roll my eyes at the comment until Jackson finally breaches their skanky barrier and appears in front of me.
    Holy ravioli!
    Wearing nothing but black sunglasses and low, very low, black boardshorts, the man's golden muscles glisten from water or tanning oil, making him look like a walking wet dream. His biceps are like small boulders, his waist narrow, stomach and pecs chiseled from stone and begging to be licked. I snap my mouth closed when I realize it's fallen open. I need to look deep inside my professionalism and find some dignity here before I embarrass myself even further.
    Of course Jackson is smiling at me when I look back up at his face. No wait...the man is actually smiling , not smirking for the very first time. The effect of that expression on his gorgeous face, along with his near nakedness is too much for me to handle.
    "I'll, ah, just wait for you in the lobby," I say, spinning on my heel to quickly get away from him. Only instead of actually retreating, one of my black Stilettos loses traction on the slick patio when it lands in a puddle of pool water. My arms start wind-milling as I struggle to find my balance, but it's futile. The weight of my heavy shoulder bag throws me off kilter and I'm going down.
    Or I was going down, until a steel band knocks the air out of me when it hits my stomach, squishing me against a brick wall. No wait,