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What did she want now? I took a deep breath to conceal my irritation. “What can I do for you, M?”
Her head snapped back at my tone, which was fine with me. The last thing I wanted was for her to think she was getting to me.
“Why are you watching G? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with your behavior,” she said sweetly.
Passive aggressive bitch.
“I’m meeting him tonight, and I wanted to learn more about him first.” I faced her head on. “Is there something wrong with that?”
She ran her hand up my arm, and up to my face, where she cupped my cheek. It was astounding how presumptuous she was.
“Actually, yes. People come here to mingle and to play. Not to spy on one another.” She pursed her lips, studying me. “Some might say you are invading his privacy.”
I looked down at
my feet, then back up. I wanted to punch her, but instead decided to comply with her strange rules. “I understand. Checking someone out is not cool. I gotcha.”
I decided to lay it on. “It’s just that I have a fondness for watching. But I’ll curb that.” I tried to look contrite. “Thank you for letting me know this was not in the spirit of the club.”
“You are welcome, B. You are always welcome.” She finally left.
That woman was paranoid.
Although…she had good reason to be.
I headed toward G, my spying thwarted. There probably wasn’t much to learn by watching him, and with M up my ass, I was just short of losing my shit.
There was another tap on my shoulder.
Jesus, what does that woman want?
But it wasn’t M. It was the bartender.
“Hi.” I continued toward G.
But the bartender moved faster, blocking my way. “Can I get you a drink? I’m done for the night.”
“Thanks, but I have plans.”
He grabbed my arm. And it wasn’t a gentle grab. “Aw, c’mon. We can finish what we started.”
He recognized me without my mask?
I pulled away, but his grip only tightened. What the hell? “Will you let me go?”
His brows furrowed. “Why?” He looked surprised.
“I am meeting a friend. I need you to let go of my arm. Now.”
But before he could release me, someone grabbed his arm.
He looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Oh! Mr. G, nice to see you this evening.”
What a relief, in more ways than one.
“I appreciate your keeping my friend company.” G’s voice was friendly. His expression was not.
“Yes, sir,” the bartender said obediently. “Have yourselves a great evening.” He disappeared into the crowd.
