I crossed my arms, looking out my window. How could I even respond to that?
“Were you serious about your boyfriend not taking your side earlier?”
I froze, my eyes widening in surprise. “You heard that?”
“Gimme his address so I can kick his ass. After, I’d take that dress off you, put him in it, and sell him off to the highest bidder.”
My jaw hung open for the second time that night as my insides grew warm and gooey. He left me speechless.
But not for the reason Damien would imagine.
Chapter Six
Damien
Iwould burn the sight of Cadence’s open-mouthed expression into my memory. I might change a few things in that memory, though. Like what was in or around her mouth, but that was beside the point.
I’d rendered her speechless, and that didn’t seem like a simple thing to do. In the few encounters I’d with her, she seemed to be the type who filled silence with the endless prattle of words.
But what could I say? When I heard what happened at the party she attended earlier, I wanted to march down there and set this guy straight. He evidently didn’t know how to treat women with dignity or respect.
Not that I did either, but again. That was beside the point.
I might be a lot of things, but I’d never blame sexual harassment on a woman because of how she dressed. It was clear from how Cadence hugged her body when she’d told Jade, that the scum who propositioned her did so without respecting her boundaries.
And that mademe angry.
So angry, I’d left half-moon imprints in my palm and convinced Hudson and the guys to stay back while I dropped the trailer off. Claiming it would be good for the band’s image to hang out with the fans. In reality, I’d wanted to be alone with Cadence. I had an irrational desire to make sure she was okay.
Colton had required some extra convincing, and I had to butter him up, telling him all the girls in the bar were dying to meet him and I’d overheard them talking about how good his butt looked on stage.
But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I could charm the pants off a nun if necessary.
Not that nuns wore pants… but… yeah… not the point.
“I…” She started to say something but trailed off.
I’d gone off the deep end a little when I threatened to kick her boyfriend’s ass, but I didn’t regret it. “No woman should deal with that kind of thing. You’re not responsible for how men objectify you. Just because some sleazy old guy can’t keep it in his pants doesn’t make it your fault because you’re fucking gorgeous. That’s on them.”
Cadence pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, but I saw the hints of her smile return. “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
“I’m not blind.”
“Hmm.”
I let my gaze wander back to the bare skin of her thighs, a sight I found myself thickening from. Something about how they looked when she’d pulled up her dress. Like I wasn’t meant to see her beautiful legs, but I got to anyway.
A treat just for me.
“Take your shoes off,” I said suddenly.
“What? Why?”
“They hurt.Take them off.”
“I have to drive home. If I take them off now, they won’t go back on.”
“Then drive home barefoot.”
