Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
There’s no fucking way I’m watching that happen.
“Gina!” I yell.
“Save her,” Ensley urges with a push on my back. “Save her from him.”
I don’t know if it’s the two whiskeys I had when Bella was stealing my money at the poker table or the fact that I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching Gina, but I take a step and another before I’m at a full-on sprint. I dart around people, bump into a few, and hurdle the velvet rope that separates the rest of the club from the VIP area.
Before Gina or the jerk she’s with can register what’s happening, I’m in the booth, sliding into the spot next to her so she’s sandwiched between us.
I have no right to break up whatever the fuck she had going on with the schmuck in the silk shirt, but the look on her face tells me she’s not as pissed as I thought she’d be.
“Daniel.” My name comes from her parted lips in barely more than a whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Yeah,” the bouncer I hurdled past chimes in when he finally catches up to me. “What the hell are you doing, man?”
“He’s a crazed fan.” The guy in the black shirt puts an arm around Gina’s shoulder. His hand lands precariously close to her left breast.
I don’t have time to break his wrist because Gina is taking care of that herself. She’s got a hold of his hand and is twisting it.
“Gina,” he grunts out her name in a wince. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t touch me, Carl.” She flings his hand back. “Never touch me again.”
The bouncer takes a step toward Carl but doesn’t make a move beyond that as Gina raises a hand to stop him.
“You can kiss the sponsorship goodbye, sweetheart.” Carl bares his teeth at Gina. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows what an ungrateful…”
“Don’t,” I warn him with a lock of my eyes on his. “Don’t say it.”
Gina rests a hand on my forearm. I suspect it’s to keep me in place. She sets her gaze on Carl, who is now sliding out of the booth. “I don’t care what you think of me or who you share that opinion with. I didn’t want to represent your car brand anyway. I don’t know how to drive.”
“No one gives a fuck if you can drive.” He points a finger at her as he stands. “Your sweet ass was all I was interested in. A post of you sitting in the driver’s seat of one of our cars would have sent sales through the roof.”
“I’m more than a sweet ass.” She shakes her head. “I’m an intelligent woman.”
“Sure.” He laughs that off as his hand drifts to the front of his pants. “We both know where this was headed. You would have done anything to get the sponsorship, and I do mean anything.”
“No.” Gina chuckles. “Sex was not on the table. That was never a remote possibility.”
Seemingly unconvinced, he adjusts his belt buckle. “Your loss, sweetheart. I’ll keep my fifty grand, and you can spend your night with him.”
Gina glances at me even though the next words out of her mouth are meant for Carl. “I’m good with that.”
CHAPTER TEN
Daniel
I drink my sixth shot, and as it burns a path down my throat, I glance at Gina. “What the fuck is in these shots?”
Her right eyebrow perks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I nod. “I would. That’s why I asked.”
She laughs that off as if I was trying to intentionally make a joke.
Slightly frustrated, I repeat the question. “What is in these shots, Gina?”
This time, she turns in the booth, so she’s facing me. “A little of this, a little of that, and a lot of joy.”
“I can use some extra joy, so I’m game.” I pick up another and swallow it. It’s just as harsh going down as the last one, but I definitely feel an instant buzz from it.
Gina claps her hands together before she playfully punches my shoulder. “Go, Daniel!”
I laugh. “When did you become my cheerleader?”
She glances toward the exit. “When you helped me chase Carl away.”
“Carl is an idiot,” I state with a minor slur. “Who the fuck did he think he was?”
“Right?” She heaves a sigh. “He owns a car company. Carl thinks he’s the king of cars. He’s dead wrong.”
“Dead wrong,” I agree before I pick up another shot glass.
Gina does the same before clinking hers to mine. The liquid inside disappears between her lips.
I follow her lead and toss mine back, too.
“I’m getting drunk,” I tell her. “I swear to fuck, you’re making me drunk.”
“You’re making you drunk.” She laughs. “I’m not pouring them down your throat.”
“You can.”
Her head pops up until our eyes meet. “Really? From the glass or my mouth?”
Fuck me.
The second option would involve our lips touching, or at least I think it would.