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Ow! Shit . . . my hand. It stings. “Get away from me!” I shout. He gazes down
at me, cupping his red cheek. I thrust my uninjured hand in front of his face,
spreading my fingers to show him my rings.
“I’m married, you asshole!”
“I’m married, you asshole!”
He shrugs rather arrogantly and gives me a halfhearted, apologetic smile.
I glance around frantically. Mia is at my right, glaring at Blond Giant. Kate is
lost in the moment doing her thing. Christian is not at the table. Oh, I hope
he’s gone to the restroom. I step back— oh shit—into a front I know well.
Christian puts his arm around my waist and moves me to his side.
“Keep your fucking hands off my wife,” he says. He’s not shouting, but
somehow he can be heard over the music.
Holy shit!
“She can take care of herself,” Blond Giant shouts. His hand moves from his
cheek where I’ve slapped him, and Christian hits him. It’s like I’m watching it
in slow motion. A perfectly timed punch to the chin that moves at such speed,
but with so little wasted energy, Blond Giant doesn’t see it coming. He
crumples to the floor like the scumbag he is. Fuck.
“Christian, no!” I gasp in panic, standing in front of him to hold him back. Shit,
he’ll kill him. “I already hit him,” I shout over the music. Christian doesn’t look
at me. He’s glaring at my assailant with a malevolence I’ve not seen before
flaring in his eyes. Well, maybe once before—outside SIP after Jack Hyde’s
pass at me.
The other dancers move outward like a ripple in a pond, clearing space
around us, keeping a safe distance. Blond Giant scrambles to his feet as
Elliot joins us.
Oh no! Kate is with me, gaping at all of us. Elliot grasps Christian’s arm as
Ethan appears, too.
“Take it easy, okay? Didn’t mean any harm.” Blond Giant holds his hands up
in defeat, beating a hasty retreat. Christian’s eyes follow him off the dance
floor. He does not look at me.
The song changes from the explicit
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