Wicked Ambition. Victoria Fox
you like egotistical, tactless dickheads.’
Sammy grabbed her. ‘Let’s go say hello.’
‘Uh-uh, no way.’ Robin kicked back. It was tempting to stride over and explain to Leon exactly what she thought of him, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
Jax Jackson came into view, making a chump of himself as a Nicki Minaj track came on and drunkenly he toasted the air. Jax was a couple of inches shorter than Leon and more hulking. Not that she was making the comparison.
‘Why not?’ Polly teased. ‘Jax has already made it clear he’s a fan…’
‘He bought us a drink,’ she said, recalling his come-on at the Hideaway. ‘Big deal.’
‘Bet you’ll go over when you see who they’re with.’
‘Who?’
‘Puff City.’
Robin baulked. ‘No way.’
‘Yes way. Go ahead, check it out.’
Sure enough, at the bar with Jax was the inimitable Slink Bullion. He was wearing a baggy white sweater and reams of gold jewellery. The Puff City crew skulked behind. Robin recognised Principal 7, the esteemed white rapper filling Eminem’s shoes, and G-Money, who was cool in a preppy way and whose real name was Gordon or something.
Downing another shot, she stood and closed the gap between them.
‘Hi.’ She interrupted the exchange. Jax was momentarily irritated by the disruption before succumbing to a smile. Annoyingly Slink was dragged off by his girlfriend.
‘Hey, lady, it’s you.’
‘Yeah, it’s me. And it’s not lady, it’s Robin.’
‘Kinda thought you blew me off the other night, Robin.’
Jax towered over her. His frame was extraordinary, huge and light and built for speed. He was smirking in the way of a man who imagined every female to want to fall in a faint at his feet. She scouted for the rest of Puff City but they’d melted away.
‘I didn’t know the drinks came on condition,’ Robin retaliated.
‘They didn’t. But here’s another chance to give me your number.’
‘Thanks, that’s sweet.’
‘We’ve been hearin’ a lot about you.’ Jax grinned. ‘Seems like you’re the place to be right now, a hot little hotel in paradise. I wouldn’t mind a trip there myself.’
‘That’s disgusting.’
He held his hands up. ‘Just sayin’. And you should know I don’t mind a challenge. Hell, I like it. It don’t happen often but when it does, I’m there like a bitch in heat.’
‘I’m feeling better by the second.’
‘Back off, Jax, she’s not interested.’
Robin turned to find herself face to face with Leon Sway. The surprise of him at such close range tied her tongue in a knot. Before she could slam her brain into gear, Jax said:
‘What’s it t’do with you?’
‘You’re drunk. Step away.’
‘Nah, you step away.’ Jax pushed him. His fists on Leon’s chest elicited a thump, rock on rock. Leon squared up to him, spoiling for a fight.
So now he was playing the hero? If she weren’t so livid she’d have laughed.
‘Get used to it, man,’ taunted Jax. ‘You’re a second-rate citizen around here.’
‘Funny, I thought I almost beat you.’
‘In your dreams, punk—that ain’t never gonna happen. You hear me? Never.’
‘You keep telling yourself that.’
‘Don’t need to. Facts speak for themselves.’ Jax shoved him again. Leon returned it, harder. Jax lost his footing and flailed embarrassingly against the bar. Disgraced, he took a wild swing at his rival, swiping at air as Leon evaded the impact and delivered in return a clean punch on the jaw. Jax fell backwards into his assistant’s arms.
The assistant stooped to gather his ward, securing Jax under the armpits. Jax staggered upright and shrugged himself free, mouth curled, jabbing a finger in Leon’s direction. ‘I’ve got your number, asshole,’ he hissed, trembling with fury. ‘I’m comin’ for you. Know your place. The man Jackson don’t forget, you got that?’
Leon looked blank. ‘I’m terrified.’
‘You should be.’
‘Good of you to intervene,’ snapped Robin when Jax had been steered away, ‘but I was handling that myself.’
Leon drank from his bottle of beer. ‘Thought you could use a little help, that’s all.’
‘I don’t need your help.’
‘Then should I get you a drink?’
She laughed. ‘Good one.’
‘What’s funny?’
‘What’s funny,’ she explained, ‘is that your messed-up idea of a pick-up is running my name into the ground in front of the entire nation—on prime-time TV.’
He held his hands up. ‘I’m sorry about that. Really. I was just messing.’
‘Just messing?’ She couldn’t believe his audacity. ‘D’you know how much stick I got? And out of interest, what the hell has it got to do with you who I hook up with?’
Leon grinned. ‘I didn’t exactly ask to walk in on you…’
Embarrassment soaked her. ‘Yeah, well, try knocking next time.’
‘Sorry. I know I should have left it. It’s just it was kind of irresistible.’ There was that maddening smile again. ‘You’re kind of irresistible.’
She was momentarily thrown. ‘I bet you reckon anyone can jump on, right?’ she blustered. ‘Well if you think I’m going anywhere near you, you are seriously mistaken.’
Leon regarded her, amused by some hidden joke, in a way that might have been sexy were he not such a categorical prick. Leon Sway had one of those textbook-perfect faces, the nose straight, the green eyes sparkling; white teeth and smooth skin, the right angle square-sharp where his jaw met his neck. Clean-looking. Way too conventional and boring for her.
‘OK,’ he said eventually, ‘can we start again?’
‘Start what again?’
‘Whatever this is that’s going so spectacularly wrong.’
‘Let me give you a clue. This? It’s nothing. It’s less than nothing.’
‘Hey, cut me some slack. I haven’t had a lot of practice with this fame stuff.’
‘Really? Aren’t you meant to be Sexiest Man in the World or some such bollocks?’
As soon as Robin said it she regretted it. Leon had been awarded the title in a women’s magazine. Bringing it up made her sound as if she had a schoolgirl crush, which she most definitely and emphatically did not.
‘I’ll go for “some such bollocks”,’ he replied. ‘If you get over your problem with me.’
‘I don’t have a problem.’
‘You do, because everything I say you’re hating on. Why’re you so defensive?’
‘Don’t presume to know anything whatsoever about me.’
‘I might make less mistakes if you gave me an easier time.’