Sleazebag grins at me, probably thinking my shiver was of attraction and not disgust. “Hey baby. How about I buy you a drink?”
I scrunch up my face and shake my head slowly. My voice is stern, but with a hint of softness to it, “No, thank you. I’m waiting for my friends.”
The man looming over me looks at the empty chairs at the table before he leans into me slightly. It makes me want to recoil, but I manage to hold my ground. It only makes his eyes light up with something wicked. How I’m able to hold onto my neutral mask is beyond me.
He drops his voice to something sinister, the low tones making me want to run far and fast, “You don’t have to lie to me. You’re not waiting for anyone.”
I open my mouth, but the sharp words which want to fall from my lips don’t come. Instead, they come from behind me. “Get the fuck away from our woman right fucking now before I rearrange your already ugly face,” the voice is deep and dark which makes me want to wrap it around me and cuddle into it.
Which is a strange reaction. I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of reaction to a voice before.
Another man behind me barks out a laugh. “You’d think it couldn’t get much worse, but it definitely could.”
I bite my lip, not taking my eyes off the greasy man in front of me. It would be so easy for him to take my amusement at whoever is coming to my rescue as some invitation to hurt me. I don’t want that. I don’t know who is behind me, but words aren’t the same thing as getting physically involved. I’m not so stupid to think they’d make good on their threats.
“Step the fuck back,” the words are barked and hard as steel. My body responds by sitting up straighter and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end while my nipples harden.
Holy shit.
That can’t be normal. Can it?
The man who was just hitting on me looks over my head and holds up his hands as he steps back slowly. “You can have the fat bitch,” he sneers, and my shoulders deflate.
It’s not because he called me fat. Get in line, buddy, you’re not the first to use that insult. I just hate that just because he didn’t get his way, he thinks its within his right to talk about my body. What a fucking prick.
“The fuck did you just say?” It’s the third voice and it is both calm and deadly.
The warmth of a body seeps into me from the side and I glance over out of the corner of my eye, surprised as fuck to see one of the three guys I just watched walk in. His eyes are trained on the man who still hasn’t learned enough to step far enough away. Did not see that coming. I wonder if that means the other two guys I was checking out are the owners of the other two voices.
Greasy with an attitude’s lip curls in a snarl, “I would have shared with you guys after I had my taste.” His beady eyes look at me again, roaming over my body, “There’s plenty to go around with this one.”
The man next to me takes two strides closer to the man with a fucking death wish if he can’t recognize the dangerous aura coming from the man who is now gripping him by the shirt. The warmth I missed immediately is replaced by another body, but I can’t take my eyes off the man with the deadly calm voice. He sounds like the Grim Reaper and an angel wrapped up in one.
Its intoxicating.
One of my saviors leans into the greasy douche canoe and tells him something, but it’s to low for me to hear. By the way the man who was hitting on me pales, I can only imagine what he’s being threatened with. It shouldn’t turn me on, but I know my panties are fucking ruined.
Great, just great. So embarrassing.
When an arm wraps around me, my eyes swing to the man next to me, but instead of jumping out of my skin, I find myself feeling safer than I ever have in my life. Which is so fucking weird. It’s the man who I was checking out just a moment ago, one of the leaner ones who came in second. Now that he’s closer, I can see that he has eyes the color of jade with dark brown flecks. His hair is longer on top and shorter on the sides, but it’s not styled as if he runs his fingers through it often.
It looks soft and I have this burning desire to push it off his forehead. I bet his hair is soft. I don’t recall ever wanting to know that about a man.
What the hell is happening?
The man who is gripping the slimeball gives a little shove, making him stumble. Thankfully, the asshole who clearly didn’t learn manners from his mama, turns and disappears deeper into the room. I breathe a sigh of relief and hope I don’t run across him again.
When the man who came to my rescue turns, his face is contorted in rage. Until his stormy blue eyes meet mine and he softens right before my eyes. I didn’t know my panties could get even wetter.
Newsflash. They can.
Great.
I clear my throat and look at the man who still has his arm draped around me. When I look over my shoulder I lock eyes with the third man, the beast who clearly not only knows what the inside of a gym looks like, but he probably knows how to use all the machines. His eyes are so dark they look almost black which does nothing to soften his vibe, especially now that he’s closer and I can see the skull tattooed on his throat.
I don’t think I’ve ever found tattoos to be sexier than I do right now.
“Thank you,” my voice sounds weak, and I grimace. I swallow hard and shake my head slightly as I turn around and let out a small squeak of surprise. The intense one, the one who had no problem threatening the man who was trying to hit on me, is right in front of me. He’s so close that if he leaned in a little more our lips would be touching. My skin tingles as if he’s already kissed me. “Woah,” I breathe out and then press my lips together.