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I remembered thinking that it was really nice to feel like I was of some interest to someone in a place where naked women were on display. And while he hadn’t officially asked me out on a date, Eric had asked for my phone number the last time I saw him.
He didn’t give me any creepy vibes, so I gave it to him. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he never called.
Aside from all of that, I was still blown away by what Adriana had just said to Russ. She thought I knew about Wade hiring underage women to work here and then went on to share that information with Eric.
That simply wasn’t true.
And if it hadn’t been for what I’d heard next, I might have gone in to correct her and explain.
“So, what are you going to do about all of this?” Russ asked Adriana.
Adriana let out a frustrated sigh. “From what I can tell, they don’t yet know everything that we’ve got going on here,” she started. “I can’t risk Sawyer knowing about it and being able to tell her detective boyfriend anything else, so I’ve got to take care of it.”
“What are you planning?” Russ questioned her.
There was a long stretch of silence, which only served to make me grow incredibly uncomfortable.
Finally, she answered, “She’s a liability. I’m going to have to hire someone to take care of her.”
In an effort not to gasp out loud, I slapped my hand over my mouth as fear moved through me.
Not again.
Not again.
Why? Why did this always have to happen to me?
Granted, the situation might have been a bit different last time, and I wasn’t aware of anyone who had wanted to have me executed because of it, but it was still the same.
I was being blamed for something I didn’t do.
This was serious.
Serious enough that I knew I’d finally worn out my welcome.
As quietly as I could, I took off in the direction I came. The moment I made it outside, I ran to my car, got inside, and sped away. By the time I made it to my apartment and started packing, my phone rang.
I didn’t recognize the number. I shouldn’t have answered, but I was too caught up in everything I’d just learned.
“Hello?”
“Sawyer?” the familiar masculine voice called. “It’s Eric.”
Eric.
Fucking wonderful.
The man hadn’t called me before he’d decided to do something that made me a target. “Eric?”
“Yeah. You gave me your number at the club a few nights ago.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
There was definitely an edge of sarcasm in my tone, and I had a feeling Eric was aware of that, because he didn’t immediately respond. Following a beat of silence, he said, “I wanted to see if you’d be interested in going out on a date tonight.”
“A date?”
“Yeah. I wanted to take you out for dinner. I thought we could get to know each other a little better,” he returned.
