Page 122 of Stolen Kiss

“A joke? Was she laughing? What was so funny about you bothering her? Not letting her walk by? Tell me, what was it that you said to her at the end? You never what? Repeat that to me.”

Dennis let out a small whimper of pain, and I couldn’t find it in me to be sympathetic toward the man. Who knew how many women this man had harassed, or worse, hurt, because he felt entitled?

Jensen pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt so they were face to face. “If I ever see your fucking face again, I’ll kill you. Do you understand? I’ll fuck you up so bad, not even your mother will recognize your ugly mug at your fucking funeral.”

Then he pulled his arm back and punched Dennis on the face, clipping him right in the nose.

Blood oozed, covering the entire bottom half of Dennis’s face.

The man let out a loud cry when he fell to the ground. I looked around.

We were already drawing a crowd, but I didn’t see the bouncer anywhere. That was good. It meant Jensen wouldn’t get kicked out, but with that came the realization that had Dennis done anything more than grab me, there wouldn’t have been any bouncers around to stop him either.

I was shaking before I even realized it.

Jensen let out a soft curse, kicked Dennis once in his middle, and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and walked us further back into the bar, to what looked like an office door.

“Are we supposed to be in here?” I asked once he ushered me inside and closed the door behind us, locking it.

“It’s okay,” he said without looking at me, before he took a seat on the couch and pulled me into his lap. He helped adjust my prosthesis so I was sitting comfortably. I shot him a grateful smile.

“Are you sure? We’re not going to get interrupted by one of the managers or something and shamefully get kicked out?”

Jensen’s lips twitched. “Shamefully?”

“Yeah,” I said, twisting the hem of his black shirt. He must have taken off his leather jacket at one point, because all he was wearing now was his T-shirt, and fuck me if it wasn’t form-fitting.

Every single one of his muscles showed through, and his biceps were bulging in the most delicious way.

I squirmed a little in his arms, and Jensen pulled me closer to him.

“Cold?” he asked. He took a throw blanket off the armrest of the sofa and wrapped it around my body.

I shook my head, though I did snuggle closer to the blanket.

At least it smelled clean. This entire office was clean, actually, if not a little basic. A sofa and a desk on the far side of the room were the only furniture.Not much different from my own office at the dance studio.

He looked at me as if to gauge how I was feeling. I was fine now.

I was a bit shaken up when I’d realized how badly things could have gone for me tonight, but now that I was in his arms, everything felt better.

“I thought you had followed me to the bathroom,” I said stupidly after a while, when it looked like he wasn’t going to talk.

He cleared his throat. “I did.”

My eyes jumped to his. “You did?”

“You sure took your sweet time in there.”

I blushed. “Right. I was avoiding you.”

“I know. I only stepped away to take off my jacket.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, baby. I shouldn’t have left you alone tonight.”

I rolled. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wasn’t hurt.”

“You were scared.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he pushed one finger against it, silencing me. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you. You were scared. Hell, you might still be scared.”

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