“Finish your drink. I want to dance more,” she ordered.
I did as she demanded, and we headed back on the dance floor. Only, we weren’t there very long before I noticed someone I really didn’t want to see.
Shit, shit, shit!
“Ev,” I hissed, grabbing her hand, as I bent low and dragged her off the dance floor.
“What the hell?” she growled.
I pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door with a thwap. “Stoney’s here.”
“Stoney? That sexy as fuck guy from your dad’s club?”
She thought all the guys in my dad’s club were sexy as fuck, so I wasn’t sure if she knew exactly who I was talking about, but it didn’t really matter. Stoney was one of the road captains and had been with the club for as long as I could remember. He was gorgeous and a little younger than my dad. If I went for older men, he’d certainly be in the running.
I nodded. “That means either Dad, or my brother, knows I’m here.”
“They could be on a fact-finding mission.”
“Do you really think my father would waste a man on a fact-finding mission?” I frowned. “Shit! We need to get out of here without Stoney seeing us.”
“Well, let me pee first since this might take a while.”
Once Everly was done, I inched the door open and not seeing Stoney, we slid out of the bathroom where I butted into something hard.
“You got a tail?” Jasper asked, and I gasped, looking up at him.
“Yes. How’d you know?”
“Told you I don’t miss much.”
“Neither do stalkers,” I retorted.
He grinned, taking my hand. “Follow me.”
Jasper guided us away from the dance floor and through a back door that surprisingly closed out the noise once it was shut.
“I’ll get you a ride,” he offered, and I shook my head.
“I can call a car.”
“I’d rather send you home with someone I trust,” he countered.
“I’m good,” I stressed, holding my phone up. “See? He’s on his way.”
He held his hand out. “Give me your phone.”
“No.” I instinctively clutched it to my chest. “Why?”
He smiled. “Because I’m gonna give you my number so you can text me when you make it home safely.”
I bit my lip. That was seriously sweet, but I typically didn’t let anyone touch my phone. “I’ll be fine.”
“Violet—”
“How the hell do you know my real name?” I growled.
“You’re a sexy as fuck natural blonde and you come in with a card that says Myra Chung? I dug a little deeper.”
