Jax suppressed a grin. The sexy little wildcat had claws, and they were hot as hell paired with that tight black dress. He shouldn’t have tried to blackmail her, as she put it, but any guilt he might have felt had been eradicated the moment she handed him that challenge. Out man Focker? No problem. Having been hired specifically for the Vegas convention, Jax had only known the guy a couple of days, but he wasn’t hard to read. The dude might be pretty, but he didn’t have a manly bone in his body. Focker wouldn’t open his own car door because he worried he’d wreck his manicure. He demanded someone carry an umbrella to shelter him and his precious skin from the desert sun. He had facials nightly. He also claimed he had all the sex he wanted, and no doubt he did, but Jax would bet money it wasn’t the hot, sweaty, down and dirty kind. Looking at Ellie, he couldn’t imagine anything less. “I think that sounds like blackmail, Colorado.”
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