Fucking dumbshits.
Isn’t it enough that MACs is literally a pussy buffet, all you can eat, with the option for takeout? They have to try and roofie the only woman in the entire joint that shouldn’t be here unprotected but somehow is; fucking drug her because that is the only way in hell a woman as gorgeous and pure as that would even consider sleeping with any of them.
And my mangled ass was stupid enough to walk up at just the right time, so now I’m going to play hero to a perfect fucking stranger, given she doesn’t freak out when she sees my face.
Hard emphasis on the perfect, by the way.
I grab my beer and ask for another quickly, keep an eye on the prospects and Blondie as she sways on her feet and almost misses the damn stool.
Great.
She’s tipsy at the very least, and that definitely means she could freak out when I walk up to her, but I’m not going to let those douchebags take advantage of her like that. Like anything.
“Sorry I’m late, honey.” I put myself between Blondie and the ringleader, then set the beers in front of her.
She blinks up at me from behind her glasses and fuck, her eyes areamber. A piercing and vibrant combination of citrine and gold, the colors swirling to create a warm amber that fucking glows beneath almost imperceptible and long as fuck lashes.
Total knockout doesn’t do this woman justice.
Even when she’s frowning. “Late?”
And goddamn her voice is not at all what I was expecting. A little raspy, a touch husky, a lot sweet. Bet it’d sound great screaming my name.
“Yeah, honey. Shoulda been here a while ago. You forgive me though, right?” I lean toward her, feign a kiss to her cheek so I can whisper in her ear but that was a huge fucking mistake. Blondie smells fucking incredible. Jasmine and honeysuckle, hints of patchouli and—funny enough—amber. She smells like a goddamn dream, a memory that I haven’t even made yet, and it stirs multiple parts of my body that have gone unused for way too long.
“What are you doing?” she whispers against my cheek as my hand finds the small of her back. “Do I know you?”
My god, I just want to bury my face in her neck, press my lips to her creamy ivory skin that is in fact covered in freckles, but now isn’t the time. “Just play along, Blondie.”
She pulls back slightly, just enough to look me in the eye while our noses touch. “Play along?”
I nod, make a ballsy move and rub my nose against hers. “I saw that guy put something in your drink.”
Her eyes go wide and dart to my shoulder but my big ass is blocking those bastards from view, then they connect with mine again. “Drugs?”
“Yeah, honey.” I smirk. Her innocence is kind of adorable. “Pretty sure it wasdrugs.”
Still nose to nose, she nods. “I’ll play along.” Then she bites her lip. “Thank you.”
Man, I want to bite her lip too.
“No problem.”
“Can I...” She blinks and chews her lip harder. “Can I ask you a question?”
Fuck.
Here it comes.
Being nose to nose gave Blondie the best view of my face possible and I was stupid enough to forget what it looks like for a few minutes. Of course, she has questions. Gorgeous or not, they always have questions.
“Go ahead.” I sigh and start to straighten up. “Ask whatever—“
Blondie’s hand flies to the collar of my t-shirt and pulls me back down, then squishes her nose against mine. “Why are you helping me?”
I frown.
That was not what I was expecting.
