“Exactly. Do you know how much play I get when I treat a woman in this place?”
Tossing my head back, I laugh. “Whatever, Mark.”
“It’s true. Chicks love a dude they think needs saving.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Yeah, I bet you tell them all about your older brother, too.”
He waves me off. “Nah, that card’s lost its luster since the big guy retired.”
I smirk at the loving nickname he refers to Connor as.
“Doesn’t he own that sports drink company?”
“Supplementcompany, please. He’d have a freaking conniption if he heard you call it that. And, yeah, TKO Drinks and Supplements is all him.”
“Nice. I remember seeing those products advertised on my social media feed. I think I tried the chocolate drink. Wasn’t too bad.”
He nods. “Yeah, I used to run his social media accounts, but Resha helped to redo all of that. Helped boost his sales.”
I nod. “Good for him.”
Mark smiles with pride as the waitress returns my card.
“Thank you,” I tell her after stuffing her tip in the little folder thing. “Hey, I need to run to the restroom. You don’t have to wait for me,” I say after he stops.
He frowns. “Do I look like a douchebag to you?”
Tipping my head to the side, I ask, “Why would you ask that?”
“’Cause only a douchebag would leave a woman to walk herself back to her car after sharing a meal. Especially when it’s gotten dark outside.” He motions his head toward the window.
Glancing up, I see it had indeed gotten darker in the two hours we’ve been sitting here. Though it’s not pitch black outside, I choose not to argue.
“Be right back.”
My time in the bathroom is quick since there isn’t a line, which I’m grateful for. Unfortunately, though, as I round the corner to walk back into the dining area, I find myself cornered by another one of the male patrons. I spotted him earlier as he entered the restaurant. He’d leered at me, licking his lips, but I ignored him.
“Excuse me.” I attempt to move around him, but he moves with me, effectively blocking me between his body and a wall.
Tilting my head upwards, I narrow my gaze on the man, obviously recognizing that he doesn’t plan to let me pass until he’s had his say so. Immediately, I become pissed off. It’s not the first time I’ve had my personal space impeded upon by a strange man. “Get out of my way,” I demand in a low tone, glaring at him directly in his ice blue eyes.
My statement only seems to egg him on as he licks his bottom lip and widens his smile. “You looked lonely.”
The smell of his breath singes my nose hairs.
“And you could use a fucking Tic Tac before getting in someone’s face.” I roll my eyes in disgust and attempt to move around him, but he braces his arm against the wall.
“I saw you as soon as I walked in. You’re fucking hot.”
“So is your breath.”
He chuckles. “Funny. Playing hard to get or—”
“Or B, you do as the lady asked the first time and get the fuck out of her way,” a very pissed off male voice says behind him.
I don’t need to look over the guy’s shoulder to identify the owner of that voice. The idiot standing before me does, however. He turns around and then drops his gaze. Another chuckle spills out of his mouth as he pushes himself off the wall and moves toward Mark.
My heart races as I realize this guy isn’t about to give up. He’s gotcocky assholewritten all over him. Those types don’t let shit drop. Plus, I know I smelled alcohol on his breath also. Just what we need, adrunk,cocky asshole.
