She’s wearing a green sweater that accentuates her eyes, and tight jeans that showcase a curvy figure I appreciate far longer than I should.
As if she feels my stare, she glances over. I immediately look away.
When the door opens, my head turns, hoping it’s Marcus.
It’s not.
A cocky guy struts inside like he owns the place. I scoff, knowing his type well. Entitled rich boy.
His eyes land on the brunette, and he smirks.
My spine stiffens as I glance back at her. She tenses, making a disgusted face. Then she turns to the waitress and says something, throwing irritated glances at the guy. The waitress shrugs and moves away.
The smug guy moves in front of the brunette, crowding into her space as he leans over her. She frowns and takes a step back. He follows.
I watch the unwilling dance, wondering what it is about some men that they just can’t take a fucking hint.
The door swings open, and I glance over, hoping it’s Marcus.
It’s not. Just a couple strolling inside like they’re regulars.
My phone vibrates, and my eyes drop to it.
Marcus. Finally.
His text says,Running late. Be there as soon as I can.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
Movement draws my attention back to the brunette. She’s backed up against the bar. He’s inches from her face, saying something that makes her eyes widen.
Then he yanks her against him so hard her hands slam against his chest. She shoves at him, saying something I can’t hear. He ignores her and drags her across the bar.
Her feet slide on the hardwood floor. For a brief moment, our eyes lock. The panic on her face has me out of my seat, following them.
I weave through the crowd, my eyes locked on them. He pulls open a door in the back and shoves her through it.
Anger wells inside me at the rough way he’s treating her. My hands clench into fists as I move faster, only a few steps behind them.
“Please, just let me go,” she pleads, struggling against his grip.
He leers at her. "Only place you're going is to my car. And home with me.”
He dips his head and whispers something in her ear. Whatever it is, she recoils like he slapped her.
The sound of my boots on the gravel driveway behind the bar draws the guy’s attention.
I don’t say a word. My fist flies, smashing into his nose. His head snaps back, and he goes down, dragging the woman with him.
Before she hits the ground, I grab her, tugging her against me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, studying her pale face.
Wide green eyes stare back at me, filled with terror.
Her full pink lips are parted from heavy breaths.
God, she’s even more beautiful up close.
