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I’ll give him credit – he’s just big enough that most probably wouldn’t challenge him. On any other night he might’ve gotten away with it.
But not tonight.
Not in front of me. The more I look at her, the more I want her. Crave her. She will be mine.
Therefore, he’s made a critical error. Touching something that’s destined to be mine. And for that? He’s going to pay.
5
Christina
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
The man who was rescuing me (I think?) is totally focused on the scene between his friend and the drunk guy that tried to grab me. I carefully grab my shoes and edge away from the table, taking this moment as my opportunity to escape.
Tonight was supposed to be drama free. A drunk creep and a bar fight top the list of things that I would like to avoid during a peaceful night out.
I study the two large strangers that came to my aid. They are muscular and powerful.
Everything about them screams danger but that doesn’t stop the warmth from pooling in my core.
Hot, powerful, and dangerous? It sets off all my alarm bells. I should get out of here while I still can. Thankfully, they don’t notice my retreat. I’m grateful to them for their willingness to step in but everything about them makes me nervous. Men who act like that aren’t the type of men I want something to do with.
Especially in this city.
I almost make it past them and to the relative safety of the bar when the leaner of the two grabs me by the arm, his touch slipping over my wrist and settling on my hand. He laces our fingers together and drags me away. His grip is tight enough that I have no choice but to follow.
Frantically, I look around for Julia but she’s nowhere to be found.
His pace is fast, and I stumble in my heels. Before I know what’s happening, he stops and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through the crowd.
What is happening?
He smells of bourbon and cedar. It’s such a uniquely masculine scent. I can’t resist pressing my face against him and inhaling deeply. Should I be concerned with where he’s taking me? One hundred percent, yes.
But, right now, I’m enjoying the way his muscles wrap around my body and the way his scent invades my senses.
He kicks open a door, leading us into a dark, quiet room. I look around, noting it’s some kind of office. It’s hard to see in here – the place is lit by muted sconces along the wall. My nerves start to kick into high gear.
Being alone with a man like this is… intriguing and terrifying at the same time.
He gently sets me down on the ground. I wobble a bit but find my feet.
“Are you all right?” He asks.
I don’t know how to answer that question so I study him instead. The lighting makes it hard to make out the designs of his tattoos that cover his forearms.
There’s something about him.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say, trying to pull away from him. I need to escape. I can’t stay here with him.
He pulls me closer and my heart skips a beat.
“My friends will be looking for me. I’m fine, really.” I try again, clearing my throat and trying my best to sound confident.
He doesn’t acknowledge my response, just purses his lips and stares at me. The way he looks at me can only be described as hungry. It’s unnerving… and exciting.
He grabs my hand and leads me over to the small couch. He flops down and pulls me with him, situating me on his lap.
