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I shook my head, grabbing three tall glasses from the tray behind me and filling each with a large scoop of ice. I cracked open a bottle of cold water and filled each glass to the brim before placing them on Gem’s tray. “They say why they wanted me?”
Gem shook her head, rounding the edge of the bar and slipping past me, ready to take my place while I gave these men their damn ice water. “They seem pretty quiet, to be honest,” Gem said, quickly busying herself. “Polite at least. Maybe a little too polite.”
I frowned, taking a deep breath before settling the tray on my hand and crossing the bar. I had to duck around more than one overly enthusiastic sports lover as they screamed at one of the main screens, but I quickly stepped up to the table and slipped the tray on top, ready to unload and make a quick exit.
“Here you go, boys.” I placed each of the glasses down and grabbed the tray, tucking it under my arm and smiling wide. “Let me know if you need anything el—”
“It is Missy, yes?” The one sitting the closest to me cut in.
“It is…” I said slowly, raising a brow. “Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”
My first thought was maybe they’d seen me dance at The Rush.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had men approach me outside the club, at the supermarket or the park and try to strike up a conversation like we knew each other personally when all I’d done was shake my damn ass in their lap for twenty minutes.
“I do not think so,” he answered, his face morphing into a wide smile. “We are very excited to meet you. I really cannot believe it.” He slowly pushed his chair back and got to his feet. I shuffled back slightly, feeling the air around these guys shift from some weirdos who just wanted ice water to something a little more sinister. I looked around, trying to figure out where the closest club member was as the other two men followed the first’s lead.
“I’m sorry, I think it might be a good idea if you leave,” I said sternly, taking another step backward, my stomach twisting at the way their wide eyes stared at me, reminding me a little of teen girls when they come to face-to-face with someone like Harry Styles. A mixture of shock and admiration.
“We just wanted to feel your energy,” the first man declared.
I caught his hand moving out of the corner of my eye, reaching for me. Quickly slapping it away, I stumbled back, but another of them hurried forward, this time a lot quicker. He grabbed my upper arms, and my tray clattered to the floor as he pulled me back toward him, his face inches from mine. “Please. We just want to know—”
I didn’t wait for him to finish, shoving hard against his chest. Well enough to get him to release me anyway. Then I swung, my fist connecting with his jaw and sending him falling into his buddy.
“Wait!” the first man called, stepping forward. “We just—”
Two arms came around me, pulling me back a few feet, as Banner—the head of security—and Scoop rushed in, shoving and driving the three men back.
“You need to get the fuck out,” Banner demanded, grabbing the shirt of the first man and dragging him toward the exit.
Scoop and Drew rounded up the other two, but I didn’t miss the way they watched me as the men pushed and shoved them out the front doors.
The arms around me relaxed, and Chase stepped around so he was in front of me. “You good?”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
“Sorry it took a minute. There was a drunk guy outside trying to get in.”
I patted him on the shoulder, cringing when my fingers screamed in pain. “Dammit,” I cursed, chewing on my lip as I studied my hand.
Chase grabbed my tray from the floor. “Come on.” He nodded to the swinging doors that headed out the back. “Let’s get some ice on that before it starts to swell.”
I let him direct me out, waving at Gem when she hit me with a concerned frown as we passed the bar.
Chase knocked on Bishop’s office door. “Come in,” he called, and Chase pushed the door open, holding it as I stepped inside.
Bishop looked up. “The hell happened?” he questioned, leaning forward when he spotted me cradling my hand.
“I’ll grab some ice,” Chase said, slipping back out the door again.
“Sit.”
“I’m fine, really,” I protested, but quickly moved to one of the chairs facing his desk when he hit me with his,take no shitglare. “Some guys were just being creepy. They ordered water, told Gem they wanted me to deliver it, then started talking like they knew me or something. One of them grabbed me, and I hit him.”
Chase leaned back into his chair, a smirk on his face as he shook his head. “Of course you did.” He reached for his cell, and I let out a short laugh.
“Do we really have to call him?”
