Page 20 of Tempting Promises
There’s only one of those in this area, and I happen to be very familiar with it.
“You do?”
She nods.
Thank God for city girls who want a little dirt left in their sheets.
I go to lean in, wanting to get the hell out of here and her out of her clothes when I hear something that causes me to stop.
My eyes move to where Charlotte is trying to move the immovable man in front of her.
Fucking hell.
I groan internally and turn to Kimberly. “Excuse me a minute, I have to take care of something.”
I stand and walk over to where the guy is now pressing his groin into her. “Stop. Dude, let me go . . .”
This is so not my fucking job, but I’m not going to let any girl bedisrespected. The fact there are five other guys not doing a damn thing is a whole other thing I’m going to address.
I grab his shoulder, pulling him back immediately. “What the fuck?” he yells as he stumbles back.
“Exactly. What the fuck is wrong with you? She said stop. Which means no, and you step the hell back.”
He laughs. “Who the fuck are you?”
“A man who doesn’t have to force a very drunk girl to fuck me. Now, say sorry to her and leave before I break both your legs.”
He glares at me. “Fuck off.”
“Please, say one more word other than ‘sorry’ so I can beat your ass.”
The douchebag looks at Charlotte, clearly hearing I’m not dicking around, and speaks. “Sorry.”
“Now, go run along.” I turn to the other guys. “And you all watched? Didn’t say a word as a woman was being shoved against the wall? Bunch of fucking assholes. Stay the hell out of here or I’ll enjoy breaking all your legs.”
Faye has Charlotte in her arms, and she starts to slip. I rush over, helping to lift her. “She’s completely tanked.”
Faye sighs. “I know, she started with the shots, and there was no stopping her. I need to get her to the car, but I can’t carry her.”
“I’ll get her outside for you.”
“Thank you!” Faye says with relief in her eyes. “I need to pay the tab.”
I pull Charlotte to my side, and she bristles. “I can take care of myself.”
“Really? Is that what you call this?”
She glares at me. “I like shots, okay? I like to forget it all.”
“You’re going to wish you forgot a lot more when you wake up with a hangover. Come on, I need to help you outside.”
Charlotte pulls away but then stumbles, falls against my chest, and starts to laugh uncontrollably. “I’m so drunk.”
“You are, now will you let me help you?” I ask, frustration mounting as I stand here.
She lifts her eyes, the flecks of yellow seeming to dance around the green. “I have no choice.” Charlotte’s voice drops to a whisper. “I can’t feel my tongue.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
