Dangerous Stranger (Beautiful Entourage #4) (17 page)

My head was starting to pound from drinking too much but he kept buying me more rounds. “You’re in fashion?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m an assistant chief editor.”

“Pretty cool,” he said. He pushed the drink closer to me. “That doesn’t surprise me. You have good taste in clothes.”

I couldn’t remember what I was wearing. A black dress? I looked down and it still didn’t register.

He leaned close to me, close enough for a kiss. “Want to head to my place?”

He was cute but I wasn’t interested in sleeping with him. I never put out on the first day anyway, especially with a random dude. “No, I have to get up early tomorrow…”
What was tomorrow anyway? Tuesday?

“Come on.” His hand moved to my thigh. “My bed is really comfortable. You can sleep over.”

I decided to hit the bathroom. I thought I might throw up. I should have drunk water along the way like a smart person. “I need to…pee…” I got out of the chair and wobbled a little bit.

“Whoa, there.” He grabbed me and steadied me. “You can use the bathroom at my place.”

“No, I’d rather just go here…” I pushed through the crowd and felt him right behind me. When I got to the bathroom he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

“You trying to run away from me?” There was a teasing note to his voice but he also seemed serious.

“No, I just…”

His lips sought my neck and began to kiss me. His hands move to my boobs and he groped them in public.

I needed to get away from this guy. I shoved him off but I was weak.

“Loosen up,” he said. “Are you always this uptight?”

I managed to move past him and enter the bathroom. But I was wobbling and barely in charge of my faculties. I was Bambi in heels. I was too weak to make it to a stall so I leaned against the wall then slid to the floor. Girls checked their make up in the mirror and washed their hands. They all ignored me.

I knew the guy would come in here for me eventually if I didn’t come out. There was no window for me to crawl out. Luckily, I have my clutch so I opened it and searched for my phone. Everything was blurry and my hands were shaking. I managed to find Jett’s name and hit send.

Jett

I was looking over a folder for a new client when Ophelia called me. Her name flashed on the screen, and like always, my heart hammered in my chest. She wasn’t my girlfriend, she had no idea I was straight, and she had no idea I was head-over-heels for her, but it felt like she was mine. I swiped my thumb across the screen then answered the call with a smile. “Missed me?” I made my voice sound as arrogant as possible.

“Jett?” Her voice sounded unusually high-pitched and weak. Loud sounds were in the background, people talking and distant music. And she sounded sick, like she was about to throw up in a toilet.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” My heart sped up, and not in a good way, and I suddenly felt faint.

“Please come get me…” She breathed hard like she was in pain.

I was on my feet instantly. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know…” She sounded scared. “I’m in a bar and there’s this guy outside. Shit, I’m so drunk. I can barely see.”

What guy? She was wasted? Now I was terrified
. “What bar?”

“I can’t remember…”

I was walking out the door and grabbing my keys. “Think, baby. Come on. I’ll search every bar in Manhattan but give me something to work with. What stores are around it? What street is it on?”

“Uh…”

I wanted to scream. I had to get there before this creep got to her. “THINK!”

“Our gym is just down the road.” Her voice sounded muffled, like she was moving.

“Okay.” That gave me something to work with. I kept her on the phone as I jogged down the street. “Give me something else. What does the name of the bar start with? An A? An R?”

“Uh…” She said a few incoherent words.

“Concentrate,” I reminded her. The idea of some asshole touching her was making my temples hurt.

“Riso’s…Rizo’s…Ricos…”

“Rizzo’s?” I felt triumphant for figuring it out.

“Yes!” Her voice didn’t sound weak for the first time.

I would be able to run faster without her on the phone. “I’m going to hang up. Stay in the bathroom. Do not walk out of there. You understand me?”

She sounded far away. “Yes.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just hold on.”

“Okay.”

I hung up without saying goodbye then took off at a sprint.

***

I cut in front of the line and pulled out all the cash I had. “Look, my girlfriend is drunk off her ass in there and some guy is about to snatch her. Let me pass.” I pulled out two hundred and eighty five dollars. “Please let me in.”

The guy eyed the angry people standing behind me then discreetly took the money. Then he unclipped the rope and let me pass.

“Thank you!” I clapped him on the shoulder as I ran. Once I was inside, the lights were low and the floor was crowded. I pushed through people until I could spot the bathrooms. There were two different sets. I didn’t have time to pick the wrong one.

I debated for a moment before I dashed to the one to the left. Not caring about anyone in the world than Ophelia, I pushed past the girls in line, listening to them hiss and complain, and then made it inside. “Ophelia!” I looked around but didn’t see her anywhere. I banged my fist on every stall but she didn’t respond. All I got was, “Get the hell away, asshole!”

She must be in the other one. I hightailed it out of there and pushed through the crowd once more. I was pretty sure I knocked a drink out of a guy’s hand but I moved so quickly he didn’t see where I went. I stormed toward the other bathroom when I heard a woman’s voice.

“Leave me alone.” The voice was weak and pathetic, like it was too difficult for her to form complete sentences.

I stopped and turned, hoping it wasn’t her.

A man had his arm around a brunette’s waist and he was dragging her through the room without actually picking her up. He looked like a sleazebag. It was written all over him. And I identified Ophelia in his arms.

She was practically being dragged across the floor. Her hair was in her face, and she wore a short, tight black dress. It was riding up, almost revealing more than just her thighs.

I saw red.

I grabbed the guy by the shoulder, and using more strength than I thought I could muster, I slammed him hard against the bar.

Ophelia was released and she wobbled on her feet.

“Baby, I’m here.” I scooped her into my arms and cradled her to my chest.

She held her clutch weakly. “Jett?”

“It’s me. I got you.”

The asshole got to his feet and looked like he was about to come after me. “Get your own girl.”

I knew I should walk away but I couldn’t. I kicked him hard in the kneecap, making him scream as he fell to the floor again.

I knew I had to get out of there fast. I caused enough of a scene and there might me legal consequences unless I left without showing my face. I pulled Ophelia closer to my chest and carried her out the door.

The bouncer raised the rope and let me leave without question.

Once I was on the sidewalk and the club was behind me, I relaxed. Ophelia was safe in my arms and nothing happened. She was okay, so I was okay.

“Jett?” Her arms were around my neck.

“I’m taking you to my place. We’ll be home soon.”

“Okay…”

She was feather light in my arms, like an easy workout at the gym. Her scent came into my nose, and her perfume calmed me. I was grateful she called me to get her. I didn’t trust anyone else to get her out of there safely.

When we reached my apartment, I got her inside and placed her on my bed. She looked up at me with lidded eyes. Her dress rode up past her thighs, and if I looked down I’d probably see her underwear. But I kept my eyes on hers.

Her hair was styled and shiny, and heavy make up was on her face. She looked like a bombshell. It didn’t surprise me some guy preyed on her weakness. He would never get another chance with a girl nearly as hot.

“You can rest now,” I said. “We’ll talk in the morning.” I was a little pissed off she got so drunk that she couldn’t walk. I knew she was upset about what happened with Cameron, but putting herself in danger was unacceptable.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered.

“I’ll always take care of you.” I said it without thinking.

She stared into my eyes like she was going to say something.

I stared back at her, waiting for something to happen.

Then she gripped my shirt and pulled me on top of her.

Before I knew it, her lips found mine and she kissed me—hard. Her fingers moved through my hair and she breathed hard into my mouth. Then her tongue made an entrance and burned me in such a good way.

The kiss was nothing like I expected. I’d fantasized about it so many times, and it was never this good. She kissed me like she loved me, like she couldn’t live without me even if she tried. Her legs moved around my waist, and we were locked in a tight embrace.

Being human, I kissed her back and gave her everything I had. I cupped her face as I kissed her, feeling our lips smack together in a heated embrace. Our tongues danced together like they’d done this before. Then I sucked her bottom lip and released a moan.

“Jett…”

She was making all my dreams come true.

Then she unzipped her dress and pulled it off.

I knew what she was doing, was totally aware of it, and I didn’t stop it.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were revealed to me. They were voluptuous and perky. Her nipples were hard like she was cold, and they looked absolutely delicious. I stared at them with a dropped jaw, unable to stop.

She got her dress off then yanked my shirt off.

I didn’t stop her either.

Then she kissed me again as she removed my jeans and boxers.

I was aware of how naked I was, that my hard cock was there for her to see.

Then she pulled me back on top of her and our lips found each other again. As I lay on her, I felt my cock press against her stomach. My hand fisted her hair and I kissed her aggressively, telling her she was mine, and not just for the night. I gripped her black thong then pulled it down her legs, getting her ready for me to take.

She kissed me harder and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Jett…”

I broke apart then pulled a tit into my mouth. I sucked the nipple and moaned at how good she felt. I groped the other breast then pinched the nipple slightly. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t process it.

Then I realized what I was doing.

I was a fucking asshole.

I rescued her from a creep that wanted to do the same thing to her.

And now I was doing it to her, taking advantage of her when she was drunk out of her mind.

This was the woman I loved.

I had to stop.

It took all my strength to move off her. I moved back, out of breath and hard as hell.

She reached for me, like she didn’t want me to go. “Jett…” She gripped my shoulders and pulled my lips to hers again.

Goddammit. Just a few more kisses.
I grabbed her neck while I kissed her passionately. Our tongues moved together, and I wanted to make her moan by slipping inside. But then I managed to break apart again.

“Come here,” she said with a sexy voice.

I deserved a purple heart for this.
“In the morning.”

“I want you now.”

This woman was killing me
. “In the morning.” It was all I could say.

She looked at me with disappointed eyes. They were full of alcohol and emotion.

Stay strong, Jett.
I’d never forgive myself if I took her under these circumstances. She wouldn’t even remember it the following morning. I wanted her, but not like this.

If I covered her, it would make this easier. I grabbed a t-shirt then pulled it over her head and covered her gorgeous tits and endless curves. “Let’s get some sleep.”

She didn’t pull the shirt off but she didn’t look happy.

I grabbed her thong off the floor and resisted the urge to inspect it in detail. I pulled it up her beautiful legs and covered her, doing my best not to stare at the area between her legs.
Believe me, I wanted to.

I pulled my boxers on then got into bed beside her. My arms enveloped her in a loving embrace and I held her close.

She was distant with me. “You don’t want me…”

I pulled her against my chest and kissed her forehead. “I do want you. But not like this.”

Her arm hooked around my stomach. “I…I’m sorry.” Her words started to grow faint and sound incoherent.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I don’t know what happened…I drank too much.”

She was making less sense. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll talk in the morning.”

She took a deep breath and released a sigh. “Okay…”

***

She slept in late the next day. I woke up at nine but she slept passed noon. Unable to lay in bed with her because I had a full bladder and I was starving, I moved from her arms then went into the kitchen. After breakfast and coffee, I watched a game on the couch.

I kept checking the time, wondering when she would wake up. When I got worried, I checked on her to make sure everything was okay. She was sleeping peacefully, her body wrapped around a pillow like she thought it was me. Then I went back into the living room.

At one, she finally woke up. She came out of the bedroom with messy hair and smeared make up. My t-shirt reached past her knees and looked like a burlap sack on her. She sighed then rubbed her temple like she felt terrible.

“Morning, sweetheart.” I poured her a glass of coffee then gave her some pain pills.

She eyed them both with squinted eyes, like the movement caused too much effort. “God, what happened last night…?”

I figured she wouldn’t remember it. I ushered her to the table then sat her down. “Have some coffee and some breakfast.” I made her a plate of toast and eggs then set it in front of her.

She pulled her hair back then wiped away the lines of mascara.