Kev jumped in front of me and held up his hands. "They're never going to let us in. I know I said I wanted you to keep up the bad boy image, but another run-in with security is not the way to go."
I marched up to the first photographer I saw. "You know who I am?"
"The fighter, Fenton Morris," he said.
"I need to have a little talk with Jackson McRay. Want to make that happen?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," the photographer said. He ran over and had a quick talk with the doorman, money was exchanged, and we were in.
We entered the banquet room. It was hard to tell what people stared at more – my tattoos or my jeans. I was clearly not luncheon material.
"What's wrong with this picture?" Kev asked.
"You mean besides a bunch of men in pastel shirts and plaid pants?"
"Yes, besides that." Kev turned all the way around and searched the room. "Shouldn't we be hearing a high-pitched giggle and seeing a blinding flash of camera lights?"
"So Sienna's producer talked her out of it," I said. "I still want to talk to Jackson."
"No, Sienna's producer is right there," Kev pointed.
"With her entire camera crew," I said. We marched across the room. A few golfers pulled their wives out of our way and made nervous glances towards security.
"The cameras aren't rolling? Has the world ended?" I asked Sienna's producer.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Jackson McRay wanted to discuss their appearance before we started shooting."
"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 someone 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 towards him and threw a hard jab.