(Time setting: Takes place after Winters Heat)

JB SALSBURY: I’m shaking. I’m a grown woman who hangs out with UFL fighters all day, yet sitting in a room filled with TV screens, bleeping lights, and equipment that I’m convinced could find Hoffa’s body in no time, I’m freaking shaking! I look down to readjust my cleavage. Maybe the push-up bra was too much? A little shimmy and hoist to get the girls up—is that a camera? I’m being watched? Annnnd, I just plumped up my BOOBS! Groaning, I drop my forehead to the table. Why did I let Spice talk me into this? Sure, I’d love to go hang out in the freakin’ WAR ROOM with a bunch of TRAINED KILLERS! And the mini-skirt and push-up bra will make me look sooooo professional. I’m an idiot.

The sound of super industrial locks click and slide. I fling back to sitting and try to wipe the holy-shit-I’m-gonna-die look from my face. The door swings open and—whoa…

A guy the size of a professional fighter walks in whose expression is less than welcoming. That has to be Jared. I jump to my feet. Not sure why, but something about his presence commands it. Once he’s in the room, two other guys follow in behind him. One has short dark hair with a kick ass pair of aviator sunglasses hooked on his dark blue tee. Must be Colby. The other is sporting a hot-as-hell brown cowboy hat with shaggy blond hair spitting out around his ears. That’s definitely Cash.

Once they’re all in, Jared whistles and a stalky brown and white bulldog comes waddling into the room.

JARED: Sit.

I drop in my chair.

JARED: (his lip twitches) Not you.

JB: Oh, um… (I start to stand, but drop back when I see Cash and Colby take a seat) I’ll just sit, if that’s okay with you. Or…

They’re staring at me like I just suggested they wear pink and accessorize with feather boas. These guys are all business. But I got this.

JB: (clear my throat) Right, well hello, guys. Thanks for inviting me to Titan Headquarters. The place was a little hard to find, but I suppose that’s intentional.

JARED: Cristin didn’t give us too much of a choice. Neither did Mia (glares at Colby). So, you’re here. Welcome to Titan.

JB: Oh… (Awkward.)

CASH: (rolls his eyes): Don’t mind Boss Man. He’s trying to be on his best behavior. This is about as good as it gets.

COLBY: (Throws a handful of Dots into his mouth)

Never thought watching a guy eat DOTS could be so entertaining, but—

JARED: Nothing to say, Winters?

I jump. Man, does anything this guy says not come across as a direct order? His voice sounds like a grizzly bear gargling rocks.

COLBY: Nope.