Jameson Michaels comes back to Charming after being away for ten years. She opens a bar on the outskirts of town and Clay Morrow and SAMCRO want a piece of the action but Jameson doesn't think she needs to give in to them. Another major complication...
Wade stuck his head in Jameson's open office door and gave her a strange look, which made her grin at him. "Problem?"
Wade sighed before finally shaking his head. "I don't suppose there's a problem, but there is a guy out here to see you and he's really sketchy. The kind of sketchy where I think you should call Tig or one of the other guys before you talk to him."
Jameson sighed and sat back in her chair. "I appreciate the fact that the Sons want to be used as protection for the club, but I can't really run a business if I'm constantly calling them then waiting for one or more of them to show up. Did the guy give a name?"
Wade nodded. "Ernest Darby. Ring any bells?"
Jameson sighed. Ringing bells were timid. That name rang tornado sirens. "Ok, show him in, then give us some privacy." She was fully capable of hearing what the man wanted by herself, although she already had a pretty good idea. "Send in some coffee too, please."
As Wade nodded and disappeared back out the door, Jameson put aside the expense report she had been looking at and took a few calming breaths. She remembered Darby from when she had lived here before but was honestly shocked that he was still around. She would have sworn that the Sons would have run him off by now, but apparently not. She knew that Tig would be pissed when he found out about the impromptu meeting, but she really couldn't do anything about that right now.
She stood up and pasted a fake smile on her face as her appointment came strutting into her office, followed closely by Wade with a tray holding two coffee mugs, a carafe, cream, and sugar. She waited until Wade had sat the tray down and shut the door on his way out before sticking out a hand in greeting.
"Mr. Darby, what can I do for you today?"
Jameson felt her skin crawl when he gave her a flirty smile and squeezed her hand for a moment or two longer than necessary. "Ms. Michaels, I was hoping that we could help each other out with this idea that I have."
Jameson just nodded as she poured them each a cup of coffee before motioning for him to help himself to the cream and sugar. "Mr. Darby, I'm not sure what we could help each other with. We aren't exactly in the same business if I remember right."
She watched as Darby shrugged before sitting back in the chair opposite her desk. "Oh, I don't know. We both provide a service to the local citizens, don't we? Why couldn't we combine our efforts?"
Jameson grinned as she stirred her coffee. "Mr. Darby, I... "
Darby held up a hand to stop her. "Ernest, please."
Jameson inclined her head. "Ernest, I know that if you know who I am, then you know who I am affiliated with, and under no circumstances are they going to want drugs in Charming."
Darby just grinned. "They don't have to know everything, now do they?"
Jameson snorted in amusement. "So lie to my old man and his club about our "friendship"? I think not."
"It wouldn't really be lying. I mean, this club isn't even in Charming. That was a smart move on your part, by the way."
Jameson grinned. "Thank you, but it's close enough to Charming that I could stand in the parking lot and spit on the town line, so I will say again, no thank you."
Darby stood up and leaned over the desk a little, a glint in his eye and a grin on his face. "Just give it some thought, sweetheart. You may come to see that it could be profitable for both of us, and like I said. Nobody needs to know."
It seemed like the door had just shut behind Darby when it slammed open again, admitting one pissed looking Tig Trager. Jameson sighed and put her paperwork to the side again, realizing that she probably wasn't going to get anything done today.
"Hello, dear."
Jameson watched with some amusement as one of Tig's eyebrows shot up at her greeting. "Why was Darby here?"
Jameson shrugged as Tig slowly walked around her desk into her personal space. "I'm sure I don't know. Perhaps he was thirsty. We do sell alcohol, you know."
Tig shook his head as he suddenly pulled her out of her chair and sat where she had just been before pulling her down onto his lap. "See, that's strange. You don't know, but I saw him coming from this very office and he passed me with a smug look on his face. When I asked him what he was doing here, he said that you and he had a meeting." He brought one big hand up and stroked her cheek with his index finger as he gave her that smile that usually had two results. It either made her extremely horny or extremely nervous. Right now, it was doing both. "Why were you in a meeting with Ernest Fucking Darby?"
Jameson sighed and shook her head. "I was just trying to keep him alive a little longer by not telling you."
Tig's smile got bigger as he pulled Jameson closer. "Baby, don't worry about his health, worry about your own. Now, why were you meeting with him?"
Jameson sighed. "He wants to run drugs through the Deuce." Tig opened his mouth, but Jameson placed a hand over it quickly. "I already told him no, babe. I'm not stupid, and I'm certainly not tired of living."
Tig chuckled. "Look at you, acting like an old lady." He leaned in for a kiss before continuing. "Now, what are you gonna do when he comes back, because babe, he's gonna come back."
Jameson ran a hand through his black curls before grinning at him. "If he comes back, I will call you immediately and wait for the inevitable beat down."
Tig steals another kiss before pulling Jameson into a tight hug. "That's my girl."
