When Stars Collide (Second Chance Romance #2) - Sara Furlong-Burr Page 0,48
moves there. How about you show me what else you can do?” He smashed his pelvis against my body when he spoke, igniting a mixture of fear and absolute rage inside of me.
“Let me go!” I struggled until I was able to free my arms enough to try to push him away from me. Except, shoving him was like trying to move a brick wall. He stood steadfast, and the best I could do was jar him enough for him to loosen his grip on me. “Son of a bitch. What is wrong with you?”
It quickly became apparent that had been the wrong thing to say to him, because as soon as his thick skull processed it, some internal switch flipped inside of his brain, changing his demeanor from an aggressive but playful Neanderthal, to an aggressive and psychotic one.
“What did you say to me, bitch?” His lightning-fast hand darted out and grabbed me by the forearm. Large enough for his fingers to completely wrap themselves around my arm, his hand was like a vice. He must have realized that, too, as he began squeezing my arm with such force that I thought he may succeed in snapping it in two.
“Let me go, you’re hurting me.”
“Not until you give me that dance I asked you for.”
“The lady said to let her go, so I think you’d better do what she asked you.”
Phineas?
I looked behind my shoulder, where my eyes met those of Phineas’s, who’d appeared from out of nowhere. He held out his hand to me, and I took it with a grateful smile, believing that would be the end of everything. Unfortunately, I was sorely mistaken.
When finding himself on the losing end, the middle figure on the human evolutionary chart thought it wise to make one last ditch effort to assert himself by grabbing me by my other arm. “No one asked you for your opinion,” he growled at Phineas.
The moment my assailant’s hand grabbed my arm again, Phineas’s demeanor completely changed. His eyes grew dark, his brow furrowed. He even seemed to stand taller, which was pretty impressive considering he was already taller than most of the other men in the club. In short, something told me there would be fireworks in a matter of seconds.
“Fine, then it won’t be my opinion you get.”
Phineas ended his statement with his fist connecting with the man’s once pretty face with such bone-crunching force I couldn’t help but cringe despite my desire to cheer him on. Holding his nose, the man stumbled backwards, trying to remain upright until his feet failed him and he fell to the floor.
“Mena,” Phineas said my name, snapping me back to reality. I looked up at him, noticing he was standing only mere inches from me, “I think we’d better get out of here.”
“And I think you should submit your application to the UFC ASAP.”
“Come on.” He led me off the dance floor to a dimmer part of the club, away from the steadily building commotion behind us. “Are you injured?” he asked, inspecting my arms.
“I’m fine,” I answered, looking down at my arm. “It’s just a little red. I’ll probably have a bruise, but not much else.”
In that moment, we both became acutely aware of our still-entwined hands. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, promptly pulling his hand away from mine.
“For what? Saving me from being accosted by that barbarian over there?” I shuddered at the thought of his hands roaming over my body. My veins suddenly felt like ice water was being pumped through them instead of blood. Was this what going into shock felt like?
“Mena, you’re shaking.” Concerned, Phineas shrugged off his suit coat and threw it over my shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
“O-Okay.”
“Mena!” Jo appeared from the crowd. “Are you okay? I tried to get to you, but it’s hard to part a sea of people dry humping on the dance floor. As luck would have it, I am no Noah.” She looked from me to Phineas and back again.
“Jo, this is Phineas. Phineas, my roommate, Jo.”
“Holy shit, he doesn’t look like a Phineas, either.”
Phineas cocked his head, trying to process what that could possibly mean. “It’s nice to meet you, Jo, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut our meeting short.” I followed his gaze to the dance floor, where the man had gotten up and was beginning to look around, blood seeping from his broken nose. “Mena and I are going to get out of here.”