Right away the man made Josie Lynn feel uncomfortable. Something about that gleam in his dark eyes. They roamed over her, lustfully. Drake seemed to notice, too, because he moved his chair so his knee was against hers. The movement was not overt, but still a subtle sign of possessiveness and protection. Josie Lynn didn’t shift her leg away.
“Can we help you?” Drake said, his tone cool.
“You don’t remember me?”
Drake gave the man a once-over that silently stated he wasn’t likely to forget this guy, then shook his head. “Sorry.”
“Well, you two were pretty—busy last night.” The man shot Josie Lynn another lascivious look, actually licking his lips.
Josie Lynn knew she didn’t contain her repulsion.
Drake placed a hand on hers, another protective move that she wasn’t going to discourage. But the man didn’t seem to see it as protective warning. In fact, as his gaze dropped to where they touched, he licked his lips again.
Disgust darkened Drake’s eyes, and his jaw flexed as if he was clenching his teeth. But he managed to sound relatively unperturbed as he asked, “And where exactly did you see us?”
“In the back room at The Dungeon.”
The Dungeon? Had this guy somehow been in Zelda’s sex room? That idea made Josie Lynn shudder. This guy and sex toys and all drugged out of their heads. Oh. Dear. God.
“The Dungeon,” Drake said, his tone curious and apparently not as disturbed by the idea as Josie Lynn was. “What time?”
“Oh, I’m not sure. Late.” Again the man eyed Josie Lynn, and she found herself squeezing Drake’s hand. God, this creeper made her skin crawl.
“Can you tell us who was with us?”
“A tall, very attractive woman in nothing but a bra and panties and thigh-high boots.”
Oh, dear God, he was describing Zelda. He had been in the sex room with them.
“Another woman in some sort of black leather catsuit and high heels.”
Zelda and that woman Drake had been using Josie Lynn to get rid of. At least that seemed like to the two most likely women.
“And,” the man added with any unnervingly excited grin, “your lady here was not happy with the catsuit gal. They got into quite a shouting match.”
Josie Lynn gaped at Drake. She’d got into a fight? With that woman? Why?
Drake’s expression wasn’t one of shock, but rather intrigue.
“Really? What did they fight about?” he asked the man.
“Well, your lady here didn’t like that Catsuit was hitting on you,” the man said, then looked at Josie Lynn. “In fact, you can be quite a spitfire when angry. The bouncer made the woman in the catsuit leave.”
Bouncer? Oh, wait, the man was talking about a Goth bar called The Dungeon just off Bourbon on Toulouse. But Josie Lynn’s relief that this man hadn’t been in Zelda’s sex dungeon was short-lived, as her gaze inadvertently fell on his weirdo polyester-covered crotch, which was unfortunately at eye level with where she sat.
She made a small, appalled noise and shifted her gaze to Drake, although his expression wasn’t any more comforting. He looked highly amused.
She squeezed his hand again, this time very tightly.
Drake chuckled. “Oh, she is definitely a little spitfire. You should see her wrassle a gator.”
“Really?” The man looked even more titillated, although she didn’t check his trousers to see how much more so. Damn Drake.
“Oh yeah,” Drake said with feeling. “So my cupcake here didn’t like the other woman’s attention, huh?”
Josie Lynn shot Drake a dirt look. He was enjoying this far too much.
“Not at all,” the man said. “In fact, she popped the woman. Probably blackened her eye in good shape.”
This time, Josie Lynn’s mouth dropped open. She’d punched that woman? No. No.
Beside her, Drake laughed out loud. “Wow. Popped her, huh?”
The man nodded, grinning, too. “Socked her good.”
Drake chuckled again.
But Josie Lynn managed to gather herself. “What happened after—I hit her?”
“The tall woman in her bra and panties left with the catsuit woman. You wanted to follow them, but your man here found some other ways to distract you.” The creeper licked his lips again.
Josie Lynn tried not to vomit in her mouth, and definitely not about what she might have done with Drake, but because this freaky dude had watched them. Probably not unlike he was watching her now.
“Did anything else happen?” Drake said, his tone sharp and thick with warning. He clearly didn’t care for this man’s look either.
“Then the bra-and-panties woman returned. She was upset about something. I’m not sure what. But you all left together.”