I really must have lost a lot of brain cells when I was attacked, because all I can say is, “Fine.” I walk back toward the bar with him when he puts his arm around me. “God, I must be crazy,” I say under my breath.
“Just so you know, you look beautiful tonight,” he says in my ear. “But if any motherfucker touches you, I will not be happy.”
“Can you please try not to be a jerk or piss me off for the next hour?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I’ll try,” he says, bringing me closer to his body.
I try to pull away, but he just holds me even tighter. So, I do what any woman does when she doesn’t get her way. I cross my arms over my chest to let him know that I’m in no way cooperating. I hear him chuckle. I look up and glare at him, but all it does is make him smile bigger. Back inside, we walk up to the table he was sitting at earlier. The girl is gone but the other three guys are still sitting here. And they are all beautiful.
“Guys, this is November, Big Mike’s daughter.” All the guys are sitting so I can’t tell how tall they are, but they look big and gorgeous.
Trevor has dark brown hair that is cut short like Asher’s. He has brown eyes with the longest lashes I have ever seen, his jaw is square with a couple days’ worth of stubble on it, and he has an amazing smile but no dimple.
Nico has dark blond hair that needs to be cut. He looks like the baby of all of them with darker blue eyes than Asher’s and his face is more round than square. He has his left eyebrow pierced and gauges in his ears. If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be ‘trouble,’ but the good kind that you sneak out of your bedroom window in the middle of the night to go look for.
Cash looks the most like Asher with light blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a square jaw, but his smile is sweet and he’s blessed with two dimples rather than one. I feel like I just hit the hot-guy mother lode. If my best friend, Tia, were here, she would be freaking out.
“Shut the fuck up,” Nico says, jolting me out of my hot-guy daze.
“I didn’t know Big Mike had a daughter, let alone a daughter who looks like you. What did he do, hide you away all this time?” Cash asks and I laugh.
“Um, no,” I say, feeling heat hit my cheeks. “I’ve been living in New York with my mom.”
“Why did you move here?” Nico asks.
“I just didn’t feel safe staying in the city anymore, so I moved down here. I was already planning to move to Tennessee in a few months, but with what happened, I just came earlier.” I could feel Asher’s arm around my waist tighten so much that I could make out each of his fingers.
“What happened?”
“Just a wrong place wrong time thing,” I say, not wanting to talk about it.
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” Nico says.
“Yeah,” they all agree.
“Yo, bro, you may want to loosen your grip before your hand fuses with her waist,” Cash says, laughing. The whole situation starts to feel uncomfortable and I need to put some space between Asher and me.
“Well, I came here to have a beer and play a game of pool so that’s what I’m gonna do,” I say and try to walk away toward the bar, but quickly feel an arm go around my chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Asher whispers in my ear. I can feel the warmth from his breath against my skin and I have to fight myself to keep from leaning into him.
“To get a beer?” I tell him.
“What kind of beer do you want? I’ll get it for you while you sit with my brothers.”
“Are you always this bossy?” I ask, trying to tug free.
“Nope, just with you, baby,” he chuckles.
“Oh, joy,” I say, sarcastically. I can feel his body shake with laughter.
“So what do you want to drink?” he asks.
“Corona with lime,” I tell him, debating on whether to take off the minute his back is turned. He must see my intention because he pulls out a stool, picks me up, and sits me on it.
“Sit here. I’ll be right back.” He looks at his brothers. “Watch her,” he says and they all look at him like he’s gone crazy. I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one who thinks so.
“So how did you meet our brother?” Trevor asks, looking across the bar at Asher who has turned around and is watching me.
“I started working for my dad and—”
“What?” they all cut me off. “Shit, when do you go on? I’m so gonna be there,” Nico says with a goofy smile on his face. Then I realize what I just said.
“What?” I shriek. “No, I mean I work for him doing the books,” I say, laughing and shaking my head. “Sorry, no. I’m not a stripper.”