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She nods. “You need anything, you just holler, okay?”
I nod and immediately return my attention to my phone. There’s blissful peace for a few minutes, and I take a sip of my drink and heave a sigh. Maybe if I get lucky, I can just leave and avoid any further attention. But it seems luck really isn’t on my side today.
“Hey, babe!” a voice cuts through my thoughts. I ignore it. I don’t know anyone here aside from Lena, and that’s already one too many. “Babe!” the voice is sharper now. “You need a drink?
That’s when I notice them. A group of guys in biker leathers, staring at me like a piece of meat. I roll my eyes and try to ignore them, but not too obviously – I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.
“Yo!” one of them stands. Tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking in a Latin kind of way. Probably a player, if you like that kind of thing, but his dark eyes are narrowed in a face marred by cruelty.
Great.
Just my type.
Not.
“What? Think you’re too good for us, baby girl?” he calls.
Fuck, they’re persistent.
“I asked if you want a drink.” His tone is testy. I see him start heading my way. My senses for trouble go alert.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“My name’s Hector,” he says, leaning an elbow on the bar.
“Thanks. I don’t need a drink,” I finally respond, holding my bottle up. It’s still half full with warm Budd. I’ve been nursing it. I didn’t come here to get wasted. I was just growing stir-crazy in my shitty motel room. I thought I could get out without drawing any attention.
So much for that.
“That ain’t a drink.” The guy is at my side now. “Bartender!” he calls over his shoulder. “Get the lady a Screaming Orgasm. Fuck it, make it multiple.”
Oh great.
A freaking comedian.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” I keep my tone polite. The other assholes at the table are cracking jokes at their friend’s lack of success with me.
“She don’t like you, Hector!” one yells, then catcalls.
“Show her your dick!” another one calls.
Yeah.
Because that’ll convince me.
“Look, I’m just about to leave,” I say calmly, putting my hand over my purse.
“Sure. With me.” Hector leers. Thick-skinned as fuck.
I’ve dealt with guys like this before, and I know how to handle them. Polite but firm. Except Hector’s breath is boozy. He sways as he puts a hand on the bar counter beside me. Lena hovers, her eyes narrowed on my unwanted suitor.
“We don’t want no problems here, buddy,” she says. I should feel relieved, but she’s not much of a deterrent. When the others rise and start sauntering over, I fight down the urge to panic.
Goddammit!
I quickly run a mental check through the contents of my purse. I’ve got pepper spray and my Glock. But a shootout is going to draw more heat than I want to deal with. Much more.
A meaty hand clamps over my shoulder and I feel Hector’s breath on my cheek as he lowers his mouth to my ear.
