Gritting her teeth, she tried with all of her might to look away, but she couldn’t. It was like she was drawn to the scene in front of her like a moth to a flame.
Chapter Two
Whoever this fucker was Guy didn’t really care. The bastard had nearly made him hurt a woman. He wasn’t a small guy, and Emily would have felt the pain if he’d landed on her completely. Ever since she’d walked to the table he’d been conscious of her. He’d been so aware of her that he’d not even clocked the guy about to hit him until it was too late. She was the first woman to ever keep his attention for longer than five minutes. Usually, if a woman wasn’t interested, which was rarely, he moved on to the next one. There were always plenty of fish in the sea.#p#分页标题#e#
Hurting a woman was never on his list. He fucked women and told them the way it was going to be, but he never went out of his way to physically hurt them.
Raising his fist he released all of his anger into the hit. He’d never been big on fighting, yet he could defend himself. His father made sure his son wasn’t a pussy.
Landing one to the man’s stomach, he took another hit to the chin. The guy crashed into the table.
“Take it outside,” Tony, the owner of the bar, shouted.
Guy was more than happy to do that. Heading outside he passed the blonde who was causing him the problems. She was laughing and popped some gum as he passed.
“You’re not worth this,” Guy said.
“My man thinks so. He doesn’t like other men hitting on his woman.” Anger was coursing through his veins. The bitch had clearly said he was the one to come onto her when the truth was the exact opposite. If this man wanted to fuck with him then he was more than happy to oblige.
Turning around he saw his friends were rushing out of the bar. Dorothy wrapped her arms around Emily’s shoulders.
“Guy, what’s going on? We leave you alone to dance and you start a fight.” Wayne approached with Dale and Frankie close behind him.
“I’m not starting a fight, but I’m sure as fuck am finishing it. That slut who was all over me, the blonde intent on getting a fuck?” He saw they remembered. “Yeah, it turns out she has a boyfriend, and she’s called him in to defend her cause or some shit. She fucking lied to make herself look like a victim.”
He checked to make sure Emily was okay, not having a clue why. She was nodding at Dorothy and Janet. Lilly was on her phone, obviously calling a cab or something.
“Fuck, Guy. Why can’t you just get a woman and not pick up your fucking strays in bars? I’m tired of this shit,” Dale said, clearly annoyed.
“I didn’t start this shit. He started it, and now I’m going to end this fucker.”
Don’t think about, Emily. You don’t know her, and she’s not important here.
The other man came at him. His girlfriend was cheering him on, begging him to kick Guy’s ass for hitting on her.
Watching his moves, Guy waited for him to strike before hitting out himself. The crowd was stupid. The drunken crowd was getting him angrier by the second. Did they know how fucking dangerous this shit was?
“Your pussy is not worth this, man. Get a new one. She was not thinking about you when she took me around the back of the bar.”
“Fuck you. My Claire is perfect and would never do that to me. You’re a liar. She told me you approached her, offering her money for her time. My woman is no whore.”
Guy pitied the man. Shaking his head, he charged him, fighting with all of his might. He took the shots aimed at him, but when it came down to it, Guy got in the last punch sending the other man to the ground. He waited to see if the other man would get up.
“Tommy, get your ass up,” Claire, the blonde, said. Her voice was raised, shouting across the distance.
The man, now known as Tommy, stayed down. The night was ruined, and as Guy headed toward his friends he saw Emily and her friends climbing into the back of a cab.
“What’s going on?” Guy asked.
“We’re going home,” Dorothy said, answering him first.
Emily looked at him with wide eyes. There was no fear, and as he glanced down her body he saw her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard pressing against the front of her dress. It was warm outside, so there was no way she was cold.
“See you tomorrow,” Dorothy said, talking to Wayne.#p#分页标题#e#
He didn’t have eyes for his friends, only the black haired woman staring back at him. What the hell was he supposed to say? He’d never been good at speaking or saying the right shit.
Fuck.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he stared at her without saying a word. Dale and Frankie said goodbyes to their women, and he was left alone looking at her. She climbed in the back without saying a word. Once she was inside the cab, she didn’t even give him a glance, which pissed him off. All women looked back at him, waiting for his attention. What was so different about this woman?