Page 131 of Devil in a Tux

When the news broke, probably half the ladies at that event will claim that they’d known I was trouble the moment they saw me.

On my second glass, I checked the first blog site I remembered and there it was.

Evan McAllister’s girlfriend turns Manhattan fundraiser into Brooklyn brawl.

And, there were pictures of me in the press line with Evan, me standing over Martin on the dance floor, me giving Martin the finger, and Martin on a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance.

The next one was just as bad.

Evan McAllister’s girlfriend attacks prominent businessman.

A moment later the front door bounced loudly off the wall as Evan raced in. “What happened? Albert said you looked upset.”

“I shouldn’t have gone,” I said, peering into my wine glass.

He sat beside me. “Did Noah say something he shouldn’t have?”

“No. He was fine.”

“Then what’s the problem.” His arm came around me and pulled me to his side.

“I ruined everything for you. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself.”

He gave me a squeeze. “All I know is that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Allie.”

“Maybe not after tonight.” I brought the blogs back up on my phone and handed it to him.

“Is that Martin?”

“I know you work together and all, but what he said, it was…”

Evan was reading the article. “Hospitalized. What happened?”

“He said you shared girlfriends and I’d find his bed warmer than yours.”

“You’re kidding.”

I sighed. “There’s video.”

Evan started the video, and I cringed when it got to the section where I stomped on his foot. My words, “You stay away from me” and “oops” were clear enough. From the video, even a third grader could tell that I stepped on his foot on purpose. It skipped to Martin the douche being carted off on a stretcher.

Evan broke out in laughter. “I hope you broke his foot.”

“This isn’t funny,” I screeched. “I’m ruining your reputation, and now everybody knows I’m from Brooklyn, and that I don’t belong here. They know my full name, and everyone’s going to be laughing at me.

He restarted the video and tugged me closer, his hand wrapping around to stroke the side of my breast. “This is hot as fuck.” He giggled as it went along.

Something about the video was odd, but I also couldn’t understand Evan’s reaction. “How can you be okay with this?” I asked when it finished. “It’s going to be a PR nightmare. Will your dad fire you now?”

He hauled me onto his lap. He was hard underneath me. With my face cradled between his hands, he held my eyes. “I love it when you stand up to a bully. I love… I just love it.”

I wiggled my butt over his erection. ‘What’s going on down there?”

“What can I say? Seeing you in fight mode turns me on.”

The guilt clawed its way back up. “Tell me you’re not upset with me.”

I yelped when he suddenly rose up, carrying me toward the bedroom.

---