Page 29 of Yours To Take
“It’s not like we’re dating.”
Although, based on how he’s grilling me, you’d think we are. Not that I’m opposed to the idea. Even if I really don’t have the time while I’m here.
“Okay.” Peter shrugs his shoulder.
“I’m serious.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I’m just in town for a few weeks. Nothing will happen.”
And maybe if I tell myself that enough, I might start to believe it. I haven’t been able to get Gemma out of my head since crashing into her.
“Oh, fuck me.” Peter’s voice grabs my attention. I follow his line of sight. Two women are standing on the outskirts of what appears to be a makeshift dance floor as two guys look like they’re about ready to throw punches.
And one of those women?
Gemma.
What the fuck?
Peter hops over the bar and I follow him over to where a crowd is growing.
“Everything okay over here?”
“We were just leaving.” The guy gives me a cocky smirk. What an ass.
One of the guys goes to grab Gemma’s friend, but she shrugs him off. “And we said we weren’t leaving with you.”
“So you’ll dance with us but not go home with us?”
“Dancing doesn’t lead to sex. Unless you’re from that town from Footloose.” Her friend rolls her eyes.
Hearing the way these two are talking about Gemma and her friend has my blood boiling. Fucking assholes.
One of the guys elbows his friend. “C’mon, man, they’re not worth it.”
“Maybe you two should treat them with a little more respect.” I take a step closer. I’m fuming. Guys like these dicks are rampant in LA. It’s one of the reasons I hate going out to the fancy bars. The small pubs near my place in Malibu are way more chill. Kind of like this place.
“Blake, don’t worry about them.” Gemma grabs my arm, pulling me back.
“You can’t let them get away with this shit.”
“We’re fine.” Gemma moves her hands to my chest, pushing me back. It’s what finally gets my attention. “Ivy and I are fine. We know how to handle ourselves.”
I blow out a breath. “You sure?”
I finally have a minute to take her in. She looks fine.
Peter and Nash escort the two assholes out of the bar.
“What the fuck is going on here?” A new booming voice enters the room.
“Mason. What are you doing here?” Ivy sounds surprised he’s here. I take in the hulking, angry beast that fills the door. Holy shit. This is Gemma’s other brother? He looks like he could squash me like a bug.
“Got a text that a fight was about to break out. I was down the street, so figured I’d stop in.”
“Mason, we’ve got it taken care of,” Peter tells him. “Just a couple of drunk idiots wanting to take them home.”
