Page 4 of Guardian Daddy's Girl
“You’re not the first person to tell me that,” he smiles. Leans closer to me. “But you’re definitely the prettiest.”
My cheeks instantly set ablaze and I can’t help but giggle.
“With red eyes and a runny nose? You’re flattering me,” I tease.
Rex smiles and leans back in his chair. He fiddles with his drink glass a moment, taking a long while to think of what he’s going to say next.
“Can’t expect to have you at your best, if I can’t take you at your worst,” he says, sort of nonchalant. An offhand comment he put out there for me to take however I want.
But the answer screams to me.
It’s happening. Really happening. This isn’t some late-night fantasy while I’m curled up in bed.
Rex McCree is flirting with me.
Before I can answer, two guys walk up behind Rex. One of them stands in front of the other with a smirk on his face, but both of them have their eyes glued to me like I’m a trophy they’re trying to steal away.
I freeze up as I stare at them. Rex’s face hardens, eyes narrowing to thin slits as he inspects my face.
“Excuse me,” the one standing closer to us says. “I was wondering if I could bother you a moment.”
“Unless you’re here to bring me another drink, you better fuck off,” Rex doesn’t bother looking at them. He speaks into the void, knowing his message will carry itself to their ears.
“Woah, woah, woah, relax,” the one behind adds. “We’re not looking for any trouble. We’re just?—”
“Leaving,” Rex cuts him off.
“Christ, Lady, your old man’s pretty intense.”
I see the shift on Rex’s face before I can process the guy’s words properly. His nostrils start flaring and something inside those beautiful hazel eyes snaps. He launches out of his chair, and spins toward them snarling.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He roars. Tables all around us spin around to see what’s causing the commotion.
The two men in front of him aren’t small, but they’re tiny beside Rex. He’s truly a giant of a man, standing over a head taller than the guy in front of him, and double their size.
“We’re not looking for any trouble,” the furthest one says, his smug look vanishing behind quivering lips and craned-neck gawking.
“It found you anyway,” Rex answers.
The guy in front of him rolls his eyes. Just by looking at him, I can tell he’s an entitled brat. Two entitled brats. Thinking they’re better than everyone and that the world owes them something.
“Take it easy, Pop’s, you’re gonna bust a blood vessel,” Brat one says, dashing Rex a cocky grin.
Big mistake.
Suddenly and without warning, Rex’s hand shoots up from his side and his flat palm collides with the guys cheek. A thunderous clap booms out around the room, followed by shocked gasps from nearby tables. Brat one stays standing for a second, the cocky smile washed away by utter disbelief.
Then he topples forward, but his friend catches him before he faceplants. Rex looks down at the two of them, his fists balling in preparation for a counter attack. None come, as the two of them scurry off.
“Might be time we get out of here,” Rex says, looking at me over his shoulder.
I nod slowly, awe-struck and amazed at just how so fucking hot that was.
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REX
What the fuck was that?
