Micah flushed. “Then at least make him apologize.”
Why was he making such a big deal out of it? Did he think I’d be more likely to sleep with him if he defended my honor? I’d give anything to be sitting in the empty VIP booth instead of dealing with this bullshit.
The bumper laughed and stepped towards me. “Oh, I’ll apologize.”
He reached a hand towards me. My body immediately tensed, waiting to react. If his hand got within a few inches of my body, I’d snap his wrist.
Before his hand could come into range, Sebastian grabbed it and the man’s thin neck and yanked the man towards him. Keeping a tight grip, Sebastian whispered something into his ear. The man’s face went from cocky to terrified. When Sebastian released him, the man stumbled back.
“S-sorry about that. I think I’m going to head home,” the man stuttered out, his eyes flickering between Sebastian and I. Then he rushed out into the crowd, pushing people out of his way. For his sake, hopefully he didn’t shove the wrong person again.
“I had it under control,” I said, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. Was he expecting a thank you for something I could have handled myself?
He shrugged. “I know. There's just no need for you to waste energy on losers like that.”
Micah stepped forward. “I was just about to do that, too. Sebastian beat me to it.”
Sure he was.
“Can we just go into the booth already?” I asked.
Micah nodded eagerly, and the bouncer moved the velvet rope out of the way. The second I stepped into the half moon booth,I felt my body temperature lower five degrees.
Sinking into the brown leather booth, I felt the sweat on my shoulders drip onto the seat. Micah tried to put his arm around me, but I shifted away. He could interpret it as me being too sweaty to want to touch him if he wanted, or that I was irritated he hadn’t fought on my behalf. As long as he didn’t touch meI really couldn’t care less what he thought.
Sebastianentered from the opposite side of the booth.Sebastian’s eyes were alert, glancing around the room as if he were looking for an active shooter.I refused to dwell on the thought. All I was asking for was one night of normalcy before all hell broke loose.
After Sebastian satbeside me,Micah leaned towards me.“What do you want to drink?”
“Cosmo,” I said.
Micahnodded eagerlyand turned towards a cocktail waitress in a white body con dress that contrasted against her spray tanned legs. Maybe, I should ask for some shots too. At this point, I was completely sober, and in my experiencethe only way to tolerate a club was to get trashed. It was interesting if you thought about it:whenever we wentclubbing we paid thousands of dollars to make it feel less miserable.
I felt theboothshift underneath me and turned my attention towards Sebastian.
His eyes were narrowed at me. But I ignored him, turning my attention towards the cocktail waitress moving our way with two bottles of liquor in her hand. Sparklers were attached to the tops of the bottles. Somehow, those sparklers were supposed to justify the insane markup on liquor.
Piper, who'd taken the seat to Micah’s right,pulled out her phone and started recording a video. Ireached over Micah and grabbedher arm when she was done.
“Don’t tag me in it,” I said.
The last thing I needed was to create a tracking beaconfor all thepeople who wanted to hurt me. I wanted to forgetmy current predicament tonight, but I wasn’t stupid.
“Why not?”she asked, while typing #girlsnight as the caption.
“I’m avoiding this guy.I don’twant him to show up.”
“Could be fun to throw another guy in the mix,” she said while glancingconspicuouslyat Sebastian and Micah.
God, I wish I had only had to deal with some asshole trying to get in my pants. Of course the idea that Mafiosos and loan sharks wanted to kill me wouldn’t even cross her mind.
“Piper,” I said, the warning carrying into my voice.
She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t tag me in her story. One of the Wall Street Bros approached our table. He nodded at Piper, and she immediately stood up. Although I had less than zero interest in snorting coke in the bathroom, I debated following behind her. The look Sebastian was shooting me told me I was in for an earful.
While Micah was distracted talking to the Wall Street Bros, Sebastian leaned towards me.
“Have you lost your mind, Selene?” hegrowled into my ear.
