Gabbi smiles and touches his forearm. Damn, she’s good. “If you want a real show, you should come see us at Lavender Moon sometime.”
“Would you be up for something private?” he asks, looking at Gabbi. Of course he is. Gabbi is a confident goddess.
She smiles at him and looks at me. “Luna, sweetie, are you good to get home?”
“Oh, yeah, totally,” I tell her, waving her off. I am not going to be a cunt block.
Gabbi grabs my phone out of my hand and puts her number in. “I’m guessing I’ll see you at work soon. But if you need anything, just call.”
I nod and smile at her. She walks away with the blond Alpha, and I wonder how much she’s going to charge.
Could I do that? I’m not sure.
Considering my experience, I don’t think so. I groan and scrub my face, the tequila hitting me harder than it did a few minutes ago. I leave the club, and I feel like eyes are following me. I can’t help but walk quickly to my car and sit inside and lock the doors. Everything seems to spin, and my stomach hurts a little bit.
I’m too scared to use a car service—there’s no way I can call my mom. I pick up my phone and call the only other person I can think of. It rings twice before he answers.
“Luna?” he says, his voice so deep and gravelly and sexy. I know my voice is breathy as I respond.
“Hey.”
“Luna, what’s going on?”
“Um, can you come pick me up?”
“You don’t have your car?” he asks. I wince, seeing as he’s the one who bought me the car.
“Um…so the thing is, I’m in my car right now, but I can’t really drive it.”
“Did the battery die or something?”
“Well, no. See what happened—” I hiccup and can’t control the slight giggle that escapes my lips.
“Luna, have you been drinking?”
“Oh, well, see. Maybe.”
“Where are you?”
“Mmm. Ocean Drive.”
He groans into the phone. “Where on Ocean Drive?”
“Well, I can see the ocean,” I say with a laugh and shake my head as I look at the name of the bar. “I’m by Geek’d”
“Why the fuck are you there?” he growls.
“Don’t get all growly with me. I’m a grown woman.”
“I’m more than fucking aware,” he says quietly before continuing. “Stay in your car. Picking you up in twenty minutes.”
“Oh, so I shouldn’t open my door for this man who wants a cigarette?” I joke ,and Ian growls on the other end of the line. “Chill, I’m just joking.”
“Twenty minutes,” he says and hangs up.
Chapter 2
Ezra
