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He tried to get to his feet. “Fuck you?—”
Axel slammed his fist so hard into the guy’s face that it broke his nose and made blood squirt everywhere.
“Jesus Christ.” The guy cupped his nose with his hand then spat out the blood that dripped into his mouth.
“Say it. Loud this time.”
He spat out more blood. “I have a small dick. Fuck, can I go now?”
Axel shoved him aside then kicked him. “Off you go.”
The guy stumbled as he got to his feet, blood on the tile, but he managed to pull himself up and shove through the crowd that had gathered to witness the spectacle.
My eyes shifted to Axel, his muscular arms like sculptures on either side of his body. He watched the guy before he turned to me, and like nothing had happened, he pulled out the chair beside me and draped his arm over the back of my chair, publicly claiming me to shoo away all the other flies. “You alright?”
My friends all looked at me, probably wondering how I knew him. “I’m fine. Not the first time I’ve been called a bitch, and it won’t be the last.”
That handsome smirk appeared on his face. “I like that attitude.” His eyes dropped down over my body, giving it a quick once-over without caring if I witnessed the entire thing. “I like that dress.”
“You always say that.”
“And I always mean it.” He leaned closer to me. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. Your choice.”
He left my side and walked to the bar, and the second he arrived, the crowd parted around him, like he would start another fight if someone stood too close. The bartender was happy to serve him, ignoring the other customers who had already been standing there, and headed straight to him.
“Who is that?” Shelly asked from beside me, ignoring her date.
“He works with my father.”
“Do all men who work with your father fight for your honor like that?”
I smirked. “He’s shown his interest before, but I was with Ryan.”
“Well, Ryan is gone.” She glanced at him at the bar. “And this guy is foiiiine.”
I looked past her at his tight ass in his jeans. “Oh, I know, girl.”
“Go home with him.”
“It’s not smart to mix business with pleasure?—”
“It’s not smart to let that man walk away. That’s what’s not smart.”
Axel got the drinks and then returned, putting down two old-fashioneds.
“No vodka and cranberry?” I asked. “No cosmo?”
He grinned. “I’ve seen you handle a real drink, sweetheart.” He took a sip and returned it to the table. His arm had returned to the back of my chair as he leaned in close to talk to me over the sound of the music. “I’m not buying you a glass with an umbrella in it.” He adjusted his arm, and when he did, his fingers brushed across my exposed shoulder. It was unclear whether it was on purpose or not, but it made goose bumps form on my arms.
“What are you doing here?”
“Same thing as you,” he said. “Out with my boys.”
“Picking up a date?”
“Something like that.” He took another drink before he returned it to the table. “You sure you’re alright?”
