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Her nose scrunches. “Edith is my grandma.”
Shit.
“I’m Ensley.” She sighs. “Remember?”
“Of course I do,” I lie.
She glances past me toward the VIP area. “Wait a minute. Is that Gina Calvetti? We saw her at the pool earlier. It was before you hit on Elowen.”
Elowen hit on me and missed the mark because I couldn’t shake the image of Gina’s long legs in that fucking bathing suit she was wearing.
I don’t bother correcting Ensley.
“That’s Gina Calvetti,” I say proudly, as though I have something to do with the fact that Gina is recognized on a regular basis. That’s all her because she’s created a social media presence that has afforded her a fortune.
Ensley nods. “She’s more beautiful in person. How do you know her?”
I steal a glance at Gina over my shoulder. Now, she’s leaning closer to the guy. From this angle, it looks like she’s engrossed in whatever bullshit is coming out of his mouth.
“We’re old friends,” I say. “I’m actually here with her.”
“Here?” Ensley points to the floor. “As in this club, or here, as in Vegas?”
Before I can answer, Ensley has reached up to put a death grip on my forearm with her hand. “You were with her at the pool. You’re in this club. She’s in the club.”
“True,” I acknowledge with a curt nod.
Her eyes light up as she continues, “Elowen was confused when she said you hit on her, wasn’t she? You’re dating Gina. Has she been keeping you hidden from all of us?”
“All of you?” I question, wishing she’d let up on my arm because this petite blonde has some serious strength.
“Her fans.” She bats her eyelashes. “She hasn’t posted about a guy in a long time, but look at her. How can someone like that not have a boyfriend?”
Because the bastards she’s given her attention to have pissed away their chance to make her happy for the rest of her life.
Ensley finally lets go of my arm. I smooth my palm over the sleeve of my suit jacket to chase away the wrinkles she left behind.
“You should do something about that.” Her hand sails in the air past my head. “That creep is putting the moves on her.”
That spins me around. I’m greeted with the sight of Gina’s head tossed back in laughter as the guy she’s with inches even closer to her. The way he’s eyeing up her mouth looks like he’s ready to plant a kiss on her.
There’s no fucking way I’m watching that happen.
“Gina!” I yell.
“Save her,” Ensley urges with a push on my back. “Save her from him.”
I don’t know if it’s the two whiskeys I had when Bella was stealing my money at the poker table or the fact that I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching Gina, but I take a step and another before I’m at a full-on sprint. I dart around people, bump into a few, and hurdle the velvet rope that separates the rest of the club from the VIP area.
Before Gina or the jerk she’s with can register what’s happening, I’m in the booth, sliding into the spot next to her so she’s sandwiched between us.
I have no right to break up whatever the fuck she had going on with the schmuck in the silk shirt, but the look on her face tells me she’s not as pissed as I thought she’d be.
“Daniel.” My name comes from her parted lips in barely more than a whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Yeah,” the bouncer I hurdled past chimes in when he finally catches up to me. “What the hell are you doing, man?”
“He’s a crazed fan.” The guy in the black shirt puts an arm around Gina’s shoulder. His hand lands precariously close to her left breast.
