Page 76 of The Penalty

“It’s an ultra exclusive sex club, right? You left that part out.”

“I had a feeling you’d know about it,” he told my chest. Asshole.

Hannah tapped my foot under the table. Don’t engage, she mouthed. My vodka-fueled smile said otherwise. If this guy wanted an adventure, he’s going to get one. Just not the kind he’s expecting.

I angled myself to face him, draping one arm on the back of my chair. My other hand toyed with the martini glass. “What about me gave you that feeling?” My voice dripped with poisonous honey.

He didn’t bother hiding his intentions anymore. “You look like the type. Big tits, expensive clothes, hot friend. I bet you two eat each other out and like getting railed by two guys at once. My friend and I are willing to take that bet.”

I really had to fight back the nausea. This guy went from smarmy to revolting in an instant.

Hannah’s whole body tensed but she maintained her poise. “If this place is as exclusive as you say, I’d hope they wouldn’t allow people like you inside.”

He ignored her. The longer he stared at my breasts, the harder it was for me not to kick him in the balls. But I did like the adrenaline of the situation.

Except for the part where he reached out and fondled me. I shoved him away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Baby, you can’t be this hot and this much of a cock tease without giving me a taste.”

One cursory glance at his crotch told me all I needed to know. “Not much cock to tease, is there?”

He grabbed himself. “I would love to stuff this in your smart fucking mouth and prove you wrong.” Then he groped me again.

“Step away from the table.” A steel edge ran beneath Alex’s calm tone when he gripped the guy’s arm. I didn’t even hear him approach.

Suit Guy paled.

“You should probably listen to him,” I said coolly, ignoring the rapid beating of my heart. “He’s already had to send his food back once because it wasn’t cooked right.”

“Entitled bitch.”

“I think you’re confusing that with confident. What’s the matter? Don’t know how to handle a strong woman?” Venom laced my tone. Alex appeared ready to strangle this guy. “And what does that make you? Asshole is too kind.” His eyes latched on to my chest again. Idiot. “By the way, my face is up here, dipshit. Go back to the cave you crawled out from before I have my friend here throw you out.”

A cunning smile appeared. “I got what I came for. Nothin’ like copping a feel on some rich bitch who likes to run her mouth.”

Alex yanked him toward the exit by the shirt collar. Hannah exhaled sharply. I knocked back the rest of my drink. Copping a feel? Who the hell still says that?

His table buddy strode toward the exit but not before pausing near us. He looked me over, smirked, and walked away.

“Let’s go.” Alex’s clipped tone left no room for discussion when he returned.

As I was climbing into the car, I noticed the two douche bags talking to the valet. He handed them both an envelope. Panic surged through me.

I didn’t say anything to Hannah about it on the drive back to the stadium. She’d been texting with someone the whole time. It couldn’t be Bennet. It was after ten here, meaning it’s the middle of the night in England.

My car was the only one still sitting in the lot. Alex pulled up and parked perpendicular to it.

“Thanks, Alex. See you tomorrow, Hannah.”

“Drive safe,” she called after me, not looking away from her phone. “Text me when you get home.”

Something crunched beneath my feet when I approached my car. It was dark, but I could see objects glittering on the ground under the lights.

I looked closer.

Shards of glass.

Every muscle in my body screamed at me to run.

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