kick my ass.
Great. After his interruption, the feeling’s mutual.
“I’m fine. Just getting back to work.” She shoves at me and I step back, letting her escape. Just like that.
Fable doesn’t look at me as she heads into the restaurant. Doesn’t say a word to me or the guy and we’re left outside alone, glaring at each other, sizing each other up. He’s older, at least in his late twenties, and big.
But I’m taller. And broader. I could take him if I had to.
That I’m thinking like this is totally ridiculous.
“Who the hell are you?” he asks, his voice quiet but edged with steel.
“I could ask you the same question,” I toss back.
He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m her boss.”
Shit. I don’t want to screw up anything at her job. This place is nice, way nicer than La Salles, and I bet she likes working here a lot more. Bet she makes more money too. “I’m her boyfriend.”
He lifts his brows, a little chuckle escaping him. “Really? Funny, she didn’t mention you when we were together last night.”
I’m so fucking shocked by what the asshole says that by the time I find my voice, he’s gone.
Fable
I hurry back to the private party room, thankful Drew doesn’t follow me. Even more thankful Colin doesn’t follow me either. I wish I could sneak off to the bathroom to gather my thoughts, take a deep breath, something, anything, but I need to get back and help Jen. It’s not fair, leaving T in there helping out when she should be supervising the restaurant.
But I can’t stop shaking. Breathing deep, I can smell him. Drew’s familiar clean scent clings to my skin and my clothes. I press my lips together, run my tongue over them.
God, I can still taste him. He’s all over me and I don’t know if I can stand it. The words he said, how my body reacted when he touched me, when he kissed me…
I want him. But I don’t. He’s put me through hell and back and with one glimpse of him and a few whispered words, I’m lost.
Drew Callahan is my absolute weakness. Like a drug I can’t get enough of. He’s my addiction and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not looking to kick that particular habit anytime soon.
Slipping inside the room, I see Jen standing in the corner closest to the door by herself. T must’ve left and I feel like immediate crap.
“Are you okay?” she asks me as I approach.
Jen’s low-spoken question pulls me out of my Drew-addled head and I offer her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Just…tired.”
“The guys are leaving.” She studies me, her dark gaze careful. “I heard about what they said. They’re assholes, Fable. Don’t let them bother you.”
Great. So they were still talking about how much of a slut I am. In front of my new coworker and potential friend. “Maybe what they said is true.” I square my shoulders and stiffen my spine. Trying for defiant and probably failing miserably.
“I don’t care.” Jen shrugs. “Who am I to judge?”
I think I could like this girl. Could possibly consider her a friend, and I don’t remember the last time I had a close female friend.
We watch as the guys stroll out of the room, the majority of them offering us leering stares as they pass. The birthday boy is the only one who shoots us a semi-apologetic look when he approaches, then slaps a one-hundred-dollar bill into my palm and another one in Jen’s simultaneously.
Well. That made the insufferable evening a little more worth it. Just barely.
“We’re continuing the party elsewhere. This place has turned into a drag.” Ty stops directly in front of me, blowing his beer breath in my face. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Wanna come with us? Bring your friend? We’ll show you both a good time, I promise.”
“Screw off, jackass,” Jen mutters, startling Ty.
And me.
Grinning, I tilted my head toward her. “You heard the lady. See ya later.”
He glares at us for a long, quiet moment, his nostrils flaring before he flees
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