doctor who I’d been discreetly—maybe not so much—eye-fucking since I’d arrived.
With both hands on his chest, I push Kyle backwards, causing him to stagger sideways.
“What the fuck, Abi?” he asks, taking a step towards me.
“Kyle, we’re colleagues—that is that. Just because we slept together pre-STD does not give you the right to put your hands on me,” I say indignantly, and because nothing says ‘pissed off woman’ more than a hand on one jutted-out hip, I do just that.
“Woah, babe. Take a chill pill,” he says, squaring his shoulders.
“How about you take a ‘stop being a walking venereal disease’ pill? Oh wait—that’s called antibiotics.”
“You weren’t this much of a cow when you were taking my cock.”
My eyes flick up to the balcony and just my luck, all of the guys are now leaning forward, taking an interest in my situation all of a sudden. Cade’s not there though—he’s standing at the edge of the stairs, like Captain Fantastic waiting to swoop in and save the damsel in distress. Little does he know that I’m not a woman who needs a man to save her.
Knowing Kyle’s drunk and probably won’t remember this in the morning—although I’m hoping the friends he’s with will remind him—I step closer and let my inner bitch fly free.
“I took your cock because you were there, it was big, and I was horny. That was it, Kyle. You were a human sex-toy when I was bored. Unfortunately for you, everyone here knows what used to be your best asset is now more than likely diseased, and any hope you had of getting laid again anytime soon just took a nosedive.”
“Fucking bitch,” he seethes, and makes a move to come at me.
Thankfully, his friends step in front of him just as Sean strides over to us. I step back and nod to him, taking my leave and continue on to the bar, not before sneaking a quick glance to the audience on the balcony to see Cade’s eyes burning into mine, the rest of the gang nodding in approval.
One thing’s for sure—I definitely need a drink or ten now.
An hour later I decide to call it a night, since everyone else has left except Mac and Sam.
I get off my stool and hook my purse strap over my shoulder. “I’m just going to catch a cab home.”
Mac opens her mouth to say something but stops and stares behind me.
“I’ll take you,” Cade’s warm, velvety voice says. A delicious tingle runs down my spine to settle between my legs.
I turn around to look at him. “Thanks, but—”
“It wasn’t a question, Spitfire,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down to my low-cut dress that shows a lot of my God-given boob talents.
“Right . . .” I reply with a small smile, something Mac doesn’t miss.
“Really?” she muses. “Didn’t know you two knew each other.” She looks up at Cade. “You sly dog.”
Cade chuckles, and I shoot him a glare. “It’s not—”
Mac puts her hands up. “Hey, I’m not judging.”
It’s then that Daniel comes up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and giving them a squeeze, his eyes zeroing in on Cade and I standing beside each other. “You two leaving as well?” he asks, nonplussed.
Mac swings her body ‘round to her husband. “You knew?” she accuses him.
“Knew what?” he says with a smirk. “Gorgeous, we’ve got three munchkins to get home to.”
“But—”
“Makenna Winters, I want to get you home,” he says low, his meaning clear as day. Her face transforms from sassy to soft the moment those eight words leave his mouth.
She huffs under her breath and stands up but not before pinning me with her eyes. “We should get together, Abi, and soon.”
I grin, knowing she’s going to be like a dog with a bone now. “Sure. Not sure what we’d talk about though,” I reply innocently.
“We’ll find something, I’m sure,” she shoots back.
Cade’s hand lifts to the small of my back, and I shiver before I can stop myself.
Mac’s eyes drop to Cade’s arm then meet mine again. “Yes, we’ll definitely talk.”
Daniel snorts and gives us both a chin-lift before grabbing his wife’s hand and leading her away.
Now I’m alone with Cade, my stomach does joyous somersaults that maybe I won’t have to go home and play with a latex penis tonight.
“Let’s go, Spitfire.”
“Cade . . .” I murmur. I at least want to say something before he drags me home to fuck me senseless—here’s hoping, anyway.
“Glad you remember my name, Abi, because after watching you all