“Yeah, it is,” I answer before shrugging. “I was going back downstairs, though.”
“Why in such a hurry?”
“My friends are waiting.”
“Come on. Let’s chat a little.” He comes closer, reeking of liquor. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you tonight.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His short but bulky frame blocks my exit.
“I’m not interested,” I reply firmly.
“Is that how you talk to someone who bought you a drink?” There’s an annoyed edge to his voice, which he tries to cover with a leery smirk.
My palms begin to sweat the longer we stand up here alone. No one’s going to hear my cries for help if he tries to do something.
Damn it. Why didn’t I take basic self-defense training?
While I’m mentally scolding myself, he bridges the gap between us and crowds me against one of the cement bars.
“What are you doing? Back off.”
“Aww, sexy girl,” he coos. “Don’t be like that.”
“She said back off.”
Chapter Three
Arya
Both of us freeze at the dark and menacing voice dipped in whiskey.
The guy doesn’t move back, just growls, “Who the fuck is it?”
I whip my head toward the tall silhouette that emerges from the shadows and the temperature in the air drops to icy degrees. My eyes widen as I recognize the gorgeous face that graces the covers of top business magazines. In the past year, even the gossip rags. The man, who is apparently far more jaw-droppingly handsome in person.
Nathan Singhania.
His relaxed posture belies the chilling set to his square jaw.
“Step away from her,” he calmly orders.
The idiot steps closer to me. “Why don’t you make me?”
“I do that and you won’t walk away with your bones intact.”
I swallow.
So does the guy. Nevertheless, his drunken state gives him fake confidence. He scoffs. “I’m not scared.”
Nathan blinks once.
In the next second, he’s right beside us and curling his fist around the guy’s wrist. A twist and I hear the bone crack.
The guy wails. “Ah!!!”
Twisting it still in a way that makes me wince, Nathan pulls the drunken lecher off me, who drops to his knees.
