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“What the fuck is he doing here?”
Declan clicks his tongue in thought. “I forgot what you said his name was—Kade? Kevin?”
I set my glass on the table. “Koa.”
Penelope grins, talking with her hands excitedly, but I see red when he cups her bare shoulder.
There’s a high-pitched whine before the glass wrapped in my palm cracks down one side.
Declan’s knowing chuckle only pisses me off more. “Would you look at that? Not a care in the world.”
“Shut up, Dec,” I growl.
“He’s not very nice.” The woman on his lap pouts, eyeing me warily.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s just prickly because he hasn’t had a good lay in a while.”
“Prickly like a cactus!” She giggles like a child, walking her fingers up his exposed chest.
“Exactly.”
“I hope you’re not planning on being prickly tonight,” she purrs. “Because I think the two of us could have some fun.”
Ignoring the pair, I keep my gaze fixed straight ahead, lip curling at the way Koa keeps leaning into her, stealing her attention for himself.
Don’t be an asshole.
I swipe Declan’s beer, taking a swig while forcing myself to chill out, but my knee is steadily bouncing beneath the table.
She’s a grown woman. You don’t own her.
The girls gasp at something he’s said, and Penelope shoves his chest.
You don’t fucking own her.
When one of his hands falls to her lower back, I’m on my feet within seconds.
Fuck it.
“Atta boy,” Declan hollers.
Just before I reach them, Koa’s buddies surround the table. They clap his back, shouting something I can’t make out over the music, and with a cocksure grin, he follows them toward the bar.
I pause, inconspicuously blending into the crowd as they pass. And he doesn’t know how lucky he is, because if he touches her again, I’m coming for blood.
Carrie disperses with the other girls, giggling as they head for the shallow end of the pool, leaving Pen all by herself.
She leans her elbows on the high-top table, elongating her gorgeous body while strobe lights kiss her exposed skin, taunting me with every flash and highlight.
No one else would notice the subtle frown on her full lips, or the anxious way she bites her thumbnail, but I do. I notice all her insecurities, and I’m instantly furious they’ve left her behind.
“Two tequila shots, please,” she says to the approaching cocktail waitress.
Stepping into the spot beside her, I drawl, “One for you and one for Koa, I presume?”
She jumps before wrinkling her nose, mocking me. “I presume. Is this just how you talk now? All… Dammit. What’s that ‘P’ word for someone who thinks they know everything?”
“Pretentious.”
