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“Hang on. I think we’re about to have company.”
“Who…? Oh.” Shakarri noticed the men heading over. “Don’t even worry about it. I’ve got this.”
Shakarri made a hand signal, and Solette knew it was for the bodyguards. They weren’t to interfere. They could disobey that order if they deemed trouble warranted it. Vico, her bodyguard, and Dean, Shakarri’s guy, didn’t move. Still, she could sense every muscle in their bodies tensed for action.
The man in the pinstripes stopped beside Solette and leaned over her with an inviting smile on his face. “Hello, I noticed you from across the room, and your beauty drew me over.”
She blinked at him, k
nowing she wasn’t all that.
“And you,” the other man said to Shakarri. “What’s your name?” Solette saw him as a nondescript white man. Nothing about him stood out, except maybe his boldness to approach Shakarri.
Her friend held up the fat diamond on her hand and wiggled her fingers. “I’m married, guys, and she will be soon. I appreciate you coming over though. I feel so special.”
“What’s a ring got to do with anything, honey?” the man nearer to Shakarri said. “I bet your man doesn’t please you the way I could. Let’s have a little fun.”
Shakarri snorted. Solette suspected she was going to lead the man on for a while before shooting him down so hard he bounced. She wasn’t so harsh, and when her pursuer started trying to seduce her again, she decided to let him down quickly and gently.
The man stooped and tucked a fist beneath his chin as he stared up at her as if she were a goddess. Rather than flatter her, he made her feel uncomfortable. “How about we get dinner and see where things go after that?”
“I have someone I’m seeing, and I care about him very much. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to cheat on him.”
The man reached a hand out toward her, but she shook her head. He paused.
“Don’t do that, please. You’ll get into trouble, and I don’t want to see you hurt.”
His eyes glittered with excitement, and she sighed. The man took her words as a challenge.”
“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. I’m a gentle lover. But you’ve got to understand, you are so beautiful, I have to at least touch your hand. You can allow that, right?”
She wanted to gag. Why couldn’t he take a hint? She didn’t usually have a bunch of guys coming at her, but when they did, she knew how to get her point across when she wasn’t interested. This man seemed determined not to hear.
Solette stood and gathered her things. “Listen, I’m not interested, okay?”
He frowned and stood too. “So I’m not good enough for you. Is that it?”
There was no more talking to him, and she was starting to feel trapped. What she wanted to do was go call Cason and ask him about meeting her for dinner somewhere so they could talk. He had gone back to work with his brothers, but according to him, he didn’t pull nearly as many hours as he used to. He’d told her a lot of his duties previously were schmoozing clients over dinner. She hoped he could move things around for her tonight.
Solette was so busy thinking about her lover that she forgot about the man that was coming onto her. She fumbled with her phone as she headed outside to get a little air.
“Hey!”
She started and looked behind her. The man had followed her out.
“Give me another chance, sweetheart. Let me introduce myself. I’m—” He foolishly touched her arm. It wasn’t even that much of a touch, a brush more than anything. He found himself dangling from Vico’s thick fingers around his neck.
“You don’t touch her,” Vico growled.
Solette grabbed Vico’s arm. “Vico, stop. It’s not a big deal. He was just…”
“Just what?”
Dread washed over Solette. Where the heck had Cason come from? She turned slowly to find her lover coming toward them from the curb. Behind him was the BMW, and Neil was practically sliding over the hood from the driver side as if they had an emergency on their hands. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“What’s going on, Vico?” Cason demanded.
The man flopped on Vico’s hold, tearing at his hand and making no progress. Instead of being scared for his life, he was obviously ticked off. Solette was pretty sure any second he would start swinging, and when that happened, Vico wouldn’t hold back.
