Jinx ignored him and picked up a riffle and began shooting until it too had no more shells. The woman next to her stopped what she was doing to comment, “Great shooting there newbie.”
Drake snorted. Jinx was done with his attitude. She laid the riffle down and reached for the more modern weapons, a sonic gun. She made sure that she had it on the lowest setting possible first. Instead of pointing it at her target, she turned to face the asshole and didn’t hesitate to shoot him. The strong vibrations of the blast hit him hard, knocking him back a few feet.
The woman bounty hunter whistled as she came closer to Jinx. “You don’t seem weak handling weapons at all. My name is Asia, that’s Kalen.” She offered her hand and pointed to the man in the suit.
Jinx smiled at the other woman. “I’m Jinx.”
The man nodded at her with a slight smile on his face as he stepped over Drake’s body still on the ground. Then the man broke into laughter. “Drake the ladies man is definitely off his game and his feet.”
Drake growled low, “Shut it, Kalen.”
Jinx couldn’t help but feel relieved that she hadn’t hurt him too bad. Asia walked past Drake, who was now sitting up. She gave Jinx a wink before turning and following Kalen out. Left alone, Jinx worried she had gone too far, but he had really pissed her off. She pulled her shoulders back and looked him right in the eyes.
He glared at her. “What is your problem?”
“You’re the one with the problem. Just so you know, I have never before gotten involved with anyone I worked with. I’ve kept that rule for as long as I can remember. Vic and Jagger are like brothers to me and all I did was dance with Isaac.” Jinx put the sonic gun down and stomped toward him, letting her hips in the tight jeans sway side to side a little more than usual. She stopped at his feet and put her hand on her hips.
“Just so you know, I don’t have to flirt. If I want a guy, I just tell him I want him. No batting eyes, no sexual innuendos. I’m direct and I like my men that way. Are we done with the shooting aspect of my training?”
“Yeah, we’re done.”
“Did I pass muster?”
Drake nodded, his breathing uneven.
“Good. What else is there?”
“Go up...have Isaac go over...IT gear.”
“Sounds great coach.” She started to move past him but tripped and ended up falling down on top of him. Her knee hit his groin.
“Oops.”
Gasping for air, Drake wheezed out, “Go.”
She gave him an apologetic smile. Standing up carefully, so as not to knee him a second time, she moved away. Jinx almost felt sorry for him—almost.
