Looming over me.
His grip was tight—punishingly so.
Fighting to keep my whimper of pain inside, I whipped my head around to glare at him.“Let.Me.Go.”
Parker, the crazy fuck, grinned down at me like this was a fun little conversation.“We’re not done here.We haven’t even talked about the reason I came tonight.”
I made the same move I’d done with Keegan, but Parker knew it was coming.His grip tightened.Trapping me.“You’re fucking crazy.”
“Only about you, love.”His grin had a crazy slant that told me he probably wasn’t sober.I should’ve clued in earlier, but Parker was tweaking.His breathing was more like panting.I blamed the sunglasses for hiding the signs.
My heart raced.“Really?You have a weird fucking way of showing it.Is this the part where you tell me all about the wonderful basement bedroom you have waiting for me?The one with bars on the windows?”
My words were brave—maybe foolish—but I was so freaking scared despite the bravado I fought to show.Parker had never laid a hand on me before.He’d always let his ugly words do the battle for him.This clearly wasn’t the same Parker I knew from before.Now he’d had a touch of fame.Thought he was due whatever the hell he wanted.And right now, he wanted something from me.
I wasn’t going to wait and see what he’d do to get it.
“Security!”I hollered.“Security!”
For whatever reason, Parker hadn’t anticipated me using my voice.
The bouncer whipped around, took a quick inventory of the situation and had Parker by the collar, frog marching him toward the exit before he could blink.
The entire way Parker shouted.“Do you know who I am?I’ll sue this whole fucking place!It’ll be called MaisonParker Webbwhen I’m done.You can’t do this!Let me go!Do you know who I am?”
“You okay?”the bartender asked, bending over the bar in front of me and suddenly all aware of the situation.
Where were you five minutes ago?
“Can I get a water?No ice.”
“Coming now.”The handsome bartender gave me an apologetic smile then turned to grab a glass.
“Well, shit.”A voice came from behind me for the second time that night that made my blood freeze for a whole different reason.“I was bounding over here to play the hero, and you’ve already taken care of it all on your own.”
After taking one bracing gulp of air, I turned on my barstool and leaned back against the bar to stare up at Noah Hawker.
Fuck my life.
Chapter 11
Still Alice
“I don’t need a hero.I can take care of myself.”
Noah smiled slightly.“So I’ve seen.First with that roadie last week, and now with that asshole.”
“That asshole was my ex.”
Noah’s eyebrows went up.“You dated Parker Webb of Alien Attraction?”
I was mid-eyeroll when the bartender came back.“One water.Is everything okay here?Do you need me to grab security again?”
I didn’t look away from Noah, but he only gave me a little smile like he knew what was coming.“No,” I answered.“We’re good here.”
The bartender tapped the bar.“I’ll just make sure security is on their way back.I think you’ve still got five before your second set.”
“Thanks.”I turned and genuinely smiled at him and took a small amount of pleasure at the easy-to-read interest in his eyes.If I hadn’t been burned by so many asshole men lately, I might’ve been tempted.
