Page 85 of The Skeikh's Games

Sipping her martini, she sat back and watched people play pool and dance in the middle of the bar. The sweaty grinding on the small dance floor had Nyla slightly aroused as she watched the groping and kissing.

Ducking her head to sip on her drink, she eyed everyone from above her glass.

Until he walked in.

Her heart was pounding as she saw him. Hot in mostly all leather, with a bandana around his head and his leather boots made her want to go over there and touch him. She literally felt like she was about to start drooling.

He didn't need to act tough, he looked tough. His leather vest over his white t-shirt showed off the tattoos all over his arms. He walked with an air of confidence and a grace that belied his large size. His arm muscles were as thick as tree trunks and his narrow waist tapered into his pants to show his fit build.

The man was incredibly sexy. Nyla drank the shot quickly and then ordered another one, watching him from a distance. She needed more liquid courage than two drinks if she was going to approach him, and because of it, she ordered three more drinks back to back.

A group of men in the back apparently had noticed her drinking and worked their way over to her at the bar, nodding to the bartender, they tossed a few dollars on the bar and ordered her another drink.

Nyla was intimidated; there were three of them, and one of her. Grungy and dirty looking, they smelled like smoke and as if they hadn't bathed for a few days. This was not the type of bad boy she wanted. She preferred men with hygiene.

They started to crowd her, and her head spun a little bit from all the alcohol. She left the drink they'd ordered her untouched on the counter.

"Don't be rude, we bought you a drink," The shortest one told her. He was also the meanest looking one. "I've had enough, thank you though." Nyla said, trying to avoid confrontation.

"Now that's just plain nasty. We bought you a drink; you should at least take a sip so Eddy here doesn't get offended." The guy wearing a leather vest with patches all over it, including a patch that said 'I heart rape'.

Nyla gulped and shook her head, and went to squeeze around them when the largest of the men who had a large beard grabbed her arm.

"No precious, you aren't going anywhere, we came over here to give you a good time, and you aren't leaving until we are done." He laughed and his fingers tightened painfully on her arm. "Pick up that drink, or I'll force it down your throat."

Nyla glanced at the bartender helplessly, who turned his back on her and started to polish a glass with a rag.

Yeah, great, thanks for the help asshole, Nyla couldn't help but think as she stared at his back in shock.

She looked desperately around the bar to see if anyone would help her, and realized that no one intended to intervene.

The shorter man tried to grope her.

Nyla tried to slap his hand away and earned a laugh from all three of the men.

"Stop, I'm not interested," Nyla told them and tried to grab her purse off the counter to leave realizing she'd almost forgot it.

"No, honey, we are very interested in you. I love me a woman with curves, and you wore that dress on purpose, didn't you. To draw attention. You got it, now you can't take it back." The bearded man sneered at her as he reached out and touched her cheek.

Nyla jerked her head away and looked around the room in fear and finally made eye contact with the hunk that had walked in a few minutes earlier.

He cocked his head as he looked at her and seemed to be assessing the situation, Nyla hoped her face showed her fear and that he'd come help her.

Ethan Timmons stared at the curvy girl at the bar who looked panicky. She was surrounded by three men who looked rather suspect, and he was deciding if he should intervene.

With his military background, he knew he could take on three half drunk bikers by himself, but he generally tried to avoid confrontation. Normally, he avoided regular clubs because people recognized him. He was extremely rich, his grandfather was still alive and kicking, but he was the heir to a huge diamond mining company, and oil properties all over the world. His inheritance ran into the billions. He had no desire to have women drooling all over him because of his money, so he tried to avoid places where he thought women would figure out who he really was.

Ethan had come here to drink and play pool. He hadn't been looking to rescue a girl who stuck out like a sore thumb, a lamb among sheep.

What kind of idiot woman would flaunt her assets in a bar where the women punched harder than the men?

Her dark hair was done up and curled slightly around her face and neck, her red mini dress hugged every curve like someone painted it on her, and her gigantic breasts threatened to spill out over the top. Her black heels showed off her ankles and legs to perfection. She was curvy in all the right places, soft and feminine looking. In a bar where half the women dressed like men and acted tougher than snot, she definitely stood out.

If she had been trying to pick up a man, she bit off more than she could chew. Ethan just wasn't sure if he wanted to rescue said damsel in distress.

If you wanted to tangle with bikers, you needed to be able to handle it when you drew the wrong attention. She looked completely lost and out of her element.

Sighing to himself when her puppy dog eyes made eye contact with him, he couldn't leave her to be molested or raped by the half drunk idiots accosting her. Wishing he'd avoided looking at her, he was a sucker for a damsel in distress.

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