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“I’m not going into the stall with you.”
“You’re still in here.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Then I’m not using the bathroom.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Since you don’t have to use the bathroom, come with me.” He grabbed her wrist.
“Hey, where are you taking me? Con. Con!”
He rushed her out of the bathroom. In the hallway, he paused. “Fuck. I don’t want to go through the crowd.”
“Let me go, Con. I have a job to do.”
“You’re fired.”
Criss gasped. “What? Why?”
“Because I said so. We’ll take the elevators.”
Shocked from being fired, Criss didn’t protest as he steered her toward the elevator. The ding from the elevator broke her out of her trance. She tried to jerk her arm away from Con. He held on to her tightly.
“Fuck you, Con. If I’m fired, I don’t have to listen to you or do what you say.” She pushed at him.
He still didn’t release her. Patrons standing near the elevator stared in their direction. Criss didn’t care. She was no longer an employee of Private Affairs. Therefore, she didn’t have to worry about upholding a positive image for them.
That’s why she didn’t feel bad at all when she began screaming for help. That got the patrons’ attention. It also pissed Con off. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear.
“Act up and you’re going to get one of these motherfuckers hurt.”
Well damn.
One brave man stepped over to them. “Excuse me miss, is he bothering you?”
Con answered before she could think of a response. “She’s with me.”
“It doesn’t seem like she wants…”
“If you want to leave this club alive, I suggest you back the fuck off.”
The venom in Con’s voice shocked her. Apparently, it shocked those around them also. The man walked back over to his friends. The rest of the onlookers turned their heads. Scary motherfuckers.
What if she was really in trouble? They would let her get carried off by a mad man. People like that made her sick. She didn’t need them. She could fight her own battles. When Con tried to pull her into the elevator, she slapped him as hard as she could.
She immediately regretted it. The sound echoed through her skull. Her hand was stinging from the contact. Even she was surprised at how hard she’d hit him. She shouldn’t feel bad. But, damn it, she did.
“Con, I’m sor….”
If looks could kill. He released her wrist and scooped her up. She hadn’t expected him to be so strong. Neither had she expected him to be able to toss her big ass over his shoulder, knocking the air out of her lungs.
She inhaled deeply as he strode onto the elevator with her over his shoulder, her ass in the air, with his arm wrapped tightly around her legs. When the elevator doors closed, she heard a beep, letting her know he’d selected a floor.
“Con let me go. Who the hell do you think you are?”
