Page 27 of Find Me in the Rain
I rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder and nod my head. “Yeah, I know him. He’s a friend.”
“All right.” He grabs Cam’s card and goes to input it himself.
“Protective, is he?” Cam’s lip twitches as he nods to Mark, tracking him with his eyes.
“We all are of each other. We don’t put up with thecreeps.” I smirk at him.
“So, now, I’m a creep?” He stretches his hand closer to mine. “How about that dance?”
I get flashbacks of the last time we danced together.Whew, I think it just got warmer in here.The flashback shifts, and I imagine Alec behind me with his strong hands on my hips.Fuck.
There’s no way I can dance with Cam, knowing Alec’s here somewhere. I don’t want anything from Alec, but I can guarantee that I would be seeing more of him if I let Cam grind and feel me up like he did last time.
“Maybe next time. It’s my first night. I’m trying to make a good impression.” I shrug my shoulders, trying to play it off.
“Is this about Kos?” he asks me blatantly.
I immediately shake my head—maybe a little too hard. “No. What? Why would you say that?” My words lack the confidence they need.
“I see the way he looks at you, even in the few brief instances it’s been, and I know you guys have a history.”
Mark returns and slides him his card.
“I’ll catch you later, Laura.” Cam smiles and shakes his head, walking off.
History? What did Alec say about us? He looks at me?A thousand questions flood my mind, and I’d be lying if I said that butterflies weren’t flying around in my stomach right now.
Eli calls me over, and off again I go. He has a tray of drinks ready to go to a table. “Number eight. Thanks, Laura.” He turns and greets the next customer.
I load the tray in my arms and carefully make my way to table eight, making sure I am constantly aware of the dancers and tipsy people all around me.
The table is full of guys, all a bit older than me. Maybe late twenties, older thirties.
“Hello, boys,” I greet them flirtatiously. I want the tips as big as I can make them.
The one on the right leans back in his chair and slowly scans me head to toe, but a cold shiver follows his gaze.
Tips, tips, tips.
I pass out the drinks and set the last on a coaster next to an empty stool.
Making my way back to the front of the table, I fold the tray across my chest. “Can I get you boys anything else?”
A tingling sensation burns into the side of my head, and I turn to the table a few down.
My stomach drops to the floor.
Some prissy blonde is practically trying to put her boobs in Alec’s face, but when I look at him, his gaze is locked on to me. My whole body heats up, and I quickly turn back to my table.
Each of them is looking at some part of me, but none of them are meeting my eyes. I clearly have all of their attention.
The one on the right leans forward, a little too close to my face. “How about your number?” He reaches out and tries to touch my cheek.
I start to take a step back, but big arms go around my waist, and a wave of alcohol floods my nose. Looking up, I see the occupant of the empty stool. He pulls me tighter against him, and every hair on my body is standing up. I want to scream, but nothing comes out.
All of a sudden, I’m ripped out of his grasp and pulled into another set of strong arms. But these are firmer yet gentler. They hold me like I’m important, like I matter, like I’m theirs.
Hearing a grunt, I turn and see Cam punch the handsy guy straight in the nose, and a popping sound rings in my ears. But if Cam’s fighting him, then who’s—
