I continue to pace. “I was going to drop her home, but some asshole was waiting outside her building. He almost hit her. I wasn’t going to leave her with him lurking around, you know.”
“So, you thought you’d bring her here to show off your tower.” He laughs, clearly enjoying this.
“I didn’t touch her. She was drunk. But she made me promise that I would when she was sober.” I shake my head at the memory, knowing it sounds stupid even to my own ears. I’ve been over this in my head all day. “I woke up to my cock in her mouth.”
His eyes pop wide and he jolts his head back. He wasn’t expecting that. “Okay, tell me again the reason she isn’t your Pixie?”
I ignore his question, rolling my lip before telling him, “I asked her if you paid her.”
“You fucking idiot,” Charlie snaps as he walks into the foyer. “For a smart bloke, you really are a stupid son of a bitch sometimes.” He walks towards us with Lance Sullivan, our head of finance and close friend.
“Fuck off, Charles. I don’t want your opinion on this,” I tell him, knowing his advice will be the most valuable to me. Charlie is the most headstrong of the group. He knows how to handle the shit life throws at him—and the women. But I refuse to be made vulnerable to this woman.
“Sure, take that dickhead’s advice,” he snaps.
“Hey, what have I done?” Elliot throws his arms out at his sides smiling.
Sullivan steps forward, a bored look on his face. “If you girls are finished? Maybe we could grab a drink.”
My gaze flicks between them all as I contemplate whether I should sit here all night worrying about her, or if I should go get pissed with the lads.
I head upstairs to change.
* * *
We endup in the nearest bar to my building and a favourite of ours, The Rensley Arms. I didn’t even want to come out tonight, so there was no way I was going to a club.
Elliot sits back in his seat as he sets four beers down in front of us. “Cheer up, mate,” he jibes.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration. “Do you guys think I should reach out to her? She was nearly crying when she left.”
I get the image of her in my foyer with her shoes clutched in her hands. God, she was so upset. That look on her face. It’s all I’m able to think about.
“Why don’t you go to her building and apologise?” Charlie suggests.
“I don’t know what number her flat is. We didn’t even make it inside.” I shake my head, thinking about the way I reacted to her dickhead friend. He deserved the broken nose. He would’ve hit Nina if I hadn’t moved her out of the way.
“Hasn’t ever stopped you before.” Elliot raises his brow suggestively. “Just get Vinny on it.”
I’ve already thought about this. Vinny is my driver and is ex-special forces. He knows the right people and would get me everything I need on her within the hour.
It just doesn’t feel right.
“I don’t want to invade her privacy. It’s not how I want to do this.”
Charlie makes a point of looking at me, nodding his head as if he is impressed. I roll my eyes, taking a sip of beer.
“Shit, Mase, you really have it bad for this girl?” Sullivan’s staring at me like I have grown two heads. They aren’t used to me giving a shit.
Why do I give a shit?
“I barely know her! These pair of idiots wanted to play matchmaker, I all but called her a prostitute, and now I’ve managed to get on her shit list.”
Elliot raises his glass in a toast. “To Pixies, Prostitutes and getting on their shit lists.”
I glare at him. I might kill him.
Feeling defeated—knowing I have to speak with her and see that she is okay—I look to Charlie, seeking his approval. “I can’t look her up, can I?” I ask.
