His smile turns sultry. “We could always make those ideas a reality.”
A twang ofickgoes through me, but I don’t know why. He’s a good-looking guy and I haven’t had sex in a while…
Still, I don’t want him. Not even a little bit.
“Knowing what my followers are into, I don’t think that’s a safe idea,” I say, trying to let him down easy.
“Oh, come on, I saw you looking at me,” he murmurs as he leans in and a whisper of danger goes through my mind. “I bet I could make a mess of you.”
I ignore the sensation and put on a cordial expression. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to clean up messes, not make them, but thanks for the offer.”
He slides his foot against the door, pinning it open. The hairs on the back of my neck rise in warning as his sultry smile takes on an air of wickedness.
“I’m too pretty for a girl like you to say no.”
A girl likeyou.
My skin crawls with self-loathing, but I reject it in favor of anger. “I’m saying no.”
“Are you?” he asks, reaching for my face.
Another hand clamps down on Robbie’s wrist so hard he yelps. Its olive skin tone is broken by long, wild scars. I follow the line of his arm to torn sweatpants, up to a scarred bare chest, then to a face that’s both familiar and foreign.
Bastian.
“She said no.”
Robbie pulls on his arm as he yells, “Who the fuck are you?”
I know the strength of Bastian’s grip all too well. There’s no way Robbie can escape him.
“Apologize for your unwanted advances,” Bastian says.
I’m transfixed.
Breathless.
Wordless.
Bastian’s human features are pinched in fury, his black eyebrows drawn together so tightly there’s hardly skin between them.
“Apologize,” he snarls, his Scottish accent flaring.
Robbie cries out as something in his wrist pops. “I’m sorry!”
“What’s going on!” Aaron yells as he runs from their truck to the shop.
Bastian releases Robbie’s arm and steps partially in front of me.
“Your man ignored her wishes to be left alone,” he says.
Aaron’s gaze moves over Bastian, then me, before it lands on Robbie in a glower.
“You broke my wrist!” Robbie yells, his eyes watering as he cradles his arm to his chest. “That’s assault, man!”
“And you’re lucky you didn’t get a busted nose to go with it,” Aaron snaps. “Get in the truck.”
“But Dad—”
