And doesn’t that make me sigh.
The persistence is getting annoying as he slides his hand back up my thigh. “We could take this to my room?”
“Or better yet, you could take that hand of yours back up to your room and use it to jerk off, kid—now get lost.”
My head snaps around to see Keen towering over us, his dark gaze flicking between Kyle and me.
My little pupil jumps to his feet in a fit of fright. I have to admit, Keen is looking pretty damn intimidating right now, even to me.
“I’ll just be going,” Kyle says and then looks at me. “It was nice to meet you, Maggie.”
“You too, Kyle.” I smile and give him a little wave.
“Kyle,” Keen hisses.
When Kyle is out of earshot, I twist around in my seat. “What the hell was that?”
Keen’s fingers are clenching into fists at his sides and it takes him a few seconds to say anything. “That was me, with all my restraint.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you here?”
“Why are you?” he huffs.
I say nothing. Suddenly pleading the fifth seems like the best course of action.
“You weren’t where you were supposed to be, Maggie.” He stresses my name as if pushing it through his teeth.
I twist back around and look at the half glass of whiskey I have left. I must be getting old, because there is no way I’m going to finish that.
As if reading my thoughts, Keen’s hand wraps around my glass and he downs it like a shot.
“Hey,” I protest, “that was mine.”
He takes hold of my elbow and gently guides me off the stool. “I need it to handle you right now, and besides, you’re done. It’s time to go back to the room.”
I jerk out of his hold. “What if I don’t want to?”
His features harden, and I swear he breathes in a deep gust of air as if to calm himself down.
Calm himself down!
What about me?
He’s the one sexting his women all over the city.
“What has your panties in such a wad?” I ask with a snicker. Okay, I might be a little buzzed.
Instead of answering, he grips my elbow again and begins marching us both right out of the Waldorf Astoria.
I’m not sure why, but I let him. Okay, I know why, and so do you. I like the feel of his skin against mine, his hard body next to mine, and I love that scent that makes me drool.
Sad, but true.
He manhandles me right out onto Park Avenue and as crazy as it sounds, I find it sexy.
As soon as the cool air of Forty-ninth Street hits my face, though, it is like sober slams right into me. Suddenly I’m aware of just how pissed I am, despite how much I really like the fact that he came to find me.
Hey, just being honest.
I whirl around. “Are you done,” and I air quote, “‘catching up’ with your little girlfriend?”
Confusion sets across his brows.
“Sar . . . rah.” Okay, it shouldn’t have two r’s and sounds rather childish, but I don’t care.
“What the hell, Maggie—Sarah?”
“Yes, Sarah with the hugs and kisses.”
Keen looks at me, and I mean really looks at me, and then starts laughing.
What.
The.
Hell?
I shoot him my dirtiest look. “You are an asshole,” I mutter and whip around. Luckily it isn’t that far to the hotel, and if I can get there before him, I am so locking him out of the room.
Quick footsteps behind me have me walking faster and my adrenaline pumping. But then his arm is around me and he’s whirling me around in his wool trench coat and messy hair looking like a GQ model. Gagh! And that thought makes me even madder.
“Maggie.”
Again with my name.
“What?” I snap.
“I haven’t seen Sarah in two years.”
“Well, somehow she magically got your new number, and from that text message, she also magically knows you’re in town and she is looking to . . . ‘catch up.’” I air quote the last words—you know, for effect.
That smirk remains in place, and it infuriates me. “My brother called her looking for me last week. I’m sure she must have called him to check on me—that’s how she got my number and knew I’d be in town.”
Flabbergasted, I motorboat my lips together. “Right. A little convenient, don’t you think?”
“If you would have read the whole thing, you’d know it’s true.”
I straighten my shoulders. “I speed-read it, you know . . . to the ‘meet for drinks like old times’ part, and the ‘XOXO’ part.”
Clearly frustrated with me, he pulls his phone from his suit jacket and swipes the screen, taps a few buttons, and thrusts it toward me. “Read it, Maggie—this time all of it. She says she talked to my brother. And you also might want to notice, I don’t have her assigned as a contact.”