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"And I'm really glad you called," Duncan replied. "Looks like I got here just in time."
"Good evening, sir," Joe said, abruptly appearing at Duncan's side. "Peter will be joining us. Ah, here he is now. Peter Abrams, this is Duncan Rhys-Davies."
"Nice to meet you," the manager said, extending his hand. "I was already concerned when Joe called. We want our guests to enjoy themselves, but the bartender informed me the young lady appeared to be drinking heavily."
"I'll take care of her," Duncan said, "but could you please keep Mr. Cross at bay?"
"Shouldn't be an issue," Peter assured him. "Mr. Cross and I are acquainted."
Duncan headed to the dance floor with Joe and Peter following closely behind. The moment Cooper saw them, he stopped dancing and raised his palms.
"Hey, I don't want any trouble! Take her back. She's all yours."
But with her eyes closed and continuing to gyrate to the music, Brittany remained blissfully unaware that Joe and Peter were escorting Cooper to a nearby table.
"Brittany!" Duncan said, his lips at her ear, trying to be heard over the band. "You're coming with me."
"Oh, it's you!" she grumbled, opening her eyes. "Why are you here? Cooper and I are having some fun. Huh, that's weird, where did he go? No matter, I'll find him, but you, Mr. High and Mighty, you can leave."
"Are you refusing to come with me?"
"Hell, yeah, I am refusing."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
Taking a step back, Duncan bent down, effortlessly lifted her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder.
"Put me down," she squealed, squirming furiously. "Put me down now! Right now!"
"Stop that noise at once or I'll put you over my knee and spank you right here in this bar."
The threat worked, and Duncan walked quickly through the bar towards the door, pausing briefly as he passed Simon.
"Simon, I owe you. Tell Peter to put your drinks on my tab."
"Hey, thanks. Glad to help, I won't forget this moment for a long time, if ever."
"Trust me, neither will I," Duncan said ruefully.
Marching outside, abruptly hit with the cold night air, Brittany pushed herself up as best she could, and gazed around the dark, empty deck.
"Please, Duncan, please put me down. I'm freezing."
"This should warm you up," he declared, landing a hard swat. "Sobering up yet?"
"Definitely, and I didn't plan this," she exclaimed as they entered the elevator. "Please, you have to believe me."
"Do you honestly think I would have come to your rescue if I thought you had?"
"Can't you please put me down?"
"Stop asking and I might think about it," he said brusquely. "Honestly, Brittany, you really are a very bad gi
rl."
As the elevator gently stopped, he marched to his cabin, and taking her directly into his bedroom, he dumped her on the bed and ripped off her clothes.
