“There aren’t any,” Douchebag number one said.
“Don’t give a shit. This table’s taken.”
Two men, bigger and wider than Jasper, walked over to him, and crossed their arms, flanking him.
“Time for you to go,” Jasper said, his smile lethal as he focused on the men. “You either leave the table, or you get thrown out of the building. Your choice.”
They weren’t happy but they obviously realized they couldn’t take on the three men in front of them, so they slid out of the booth and Jasper nodded. “Appreciate you going peacefully. Butch and Walt will buy you a drink for your trouble.”
The bouncers led the men away and I smiled at Jasper, trying like crazy to keep my panties on. “You didn’t need to do that.”
He studied me. “When a beautiful woman is left standing when she so obviously deserves to be comfortable, it’s a fuckin’ sin.”
“Does that work for you?” I asked.
He leaned in slightly and smiled. “I don’t know. Verdict?”
“Nope.” I couldn’t stop a snort as I tried to hold back a laugh, sliding into the booth. “But, thank you.”
“You want another margarita?”
“You noticed I was drinking margaritas?”
“Don’t miss much, beautiful.”
“Okay, handsome, take it down a notch.”
He smiled again. Jesus, he was pretty. But I was not going to go for burly, alpha,orpretty anymore. I was gonna find me an accountant and hope to god he was good-looking.
“You need anything, let me know,” he said.
“I will. Thanks again.”
He walked away and Polly arrived a few minutes later with fresh margaritas and bottled waters. “Compliments of Jasper,” she said, and waggled her eyebrows. “Never seen Jasper buy a girl a drink before. You made an impression.”
“I can’t take that, Polly.”
“Sure, you can,” she said, setting everything on the table.
“Ooh, drinks,” Everly said as she returned to the table and slid into the booth.
“Jasper bought them,” I said, laying a hand over the one she was reaching for.
“So?” She tugged the drink away, sloshing a little over the side.
“Men don’t buy women drinks unless they expect something in return,” I said.
“Well, he can have whatever he wants from me,” she retorted. “But he coulda had that before he bought me a drink.”
I rolled my eyes as Polly laughed and walked away.
“I think you need to have your mind bent a little,” Everly said, sipping her margarita. “You need someone to take your v-card and burn it.”
“What is up with you and the need for my vagina to burn?”
She frowned. “Not the whole thing. Just the hymen.”
I groaned, dropping my head to the table and Everly laughed.
