Urgh! I’ve had enough of thinking tonight and I either need to get drunk or leave. With the mood I’m in, the latter will be preferable otherwise if I get drunk I’ll probably end up crying on Ramon’s shoulder. Literally.
“Look, let’s just leave it and get out of here otherwise Ruben’s going to have a lot of unhappy customers,” I say pulling away from Ramon and walking out the door with both guys following me.
“ROSIE.” Ruben’s roar frightening the life out of me. “What the fuck you doing back here?”
Wow, no love lost between those two, but looking more closely Rosie looks upset.
“Um, boss,” the bouncer from the door says coming up behind us, “someone grabbed her out on the floor. Sebastian got her free, but I think she’s a bit shaken.”
Ruben opens and closes his mouth without anything coming out as I spot a tear start to trail down Rosie’s face.
Pushing the men aside, I walk over to her. “Rosie, will you let me help you?”
Seeing her nod, probably seconds before a meltdown, I turn to Ruben. “Is there somewhere private I can take her?”
Without moving his eyes from Rosie, he points behind him.
Chapter 14
Sebastian
What a fuck up. A fuck up, which I blame my brother for. Him and his fuckin’ mouth. I admit Jacky gave me the perfect opportunity to tell her no, but not wanting to be a dick and wanting Carla out of my head, I agreed.
Now she’s gone off dancing with someone else while I came to Rosie’s rescue. Some jerk grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back against him while she struggled to get free. The fucker should be grateful Ruben hadn’t been the one to catch him in the act or he’d have planted his fist in the bastard’s face. As it was, Keith, the bouncer from the door, came and intervened and practically dragged him out of the club by his ear.
Ruben might not realize it yet, but he has an itch where little Rosie is concerned.
Smiling, I turn to leave the dance floor while the band look to be taking a break, only to get accosted by a woman, who sounds Scottish, and her fuckin’ feather boa. “Hi handsome,” she says, shimmering her body around me. “We’re looking for someone to do a strip for us because the one we’d booked for Emma’s bachelorette party can’t make it.” She starts making eyes at me while trying to get the feather thing around my neck. “You’d look good without your clothes.”
Oh god, could tonight get any worse?
“Sorry–” Did she just squeeze my ass?
“Catherine, have you found anyone to replace–” a British woman says before stopping midsentence to have a good look at me, while little Miss. Scottish, or rather Catherine is rubbing up against my ass with her hands moving from my stomach slowly down south.
Trying to stop her from grabbing my junk, I look up and the other woman is standing in front of me licking her lips with a bright green feather boa before moving in and practically falling against my chest.
“Um, ladies, I think you’ve both had a little too much to drink,” I say, trying to untangle myself, praying this whole act isn’t being caught on camera and wondering where the fuck the bouncers are.
“I’m no lady. I’m Cat…you know after Cat Woman because I’m good with a whip. You know what I’m saying?”
Oh fuck!
“And I’m Poison Ivy and wouldn’t mind sliding up and down your pole,” says little Miss. Britain, while I try and bat her hands away from the buttons on my shirt that she’s trying to slip open.
Hearing a roar of laughter behind her, I glance up and watch my brother’s eyes dance with mirth behind Poison Ivy at my expense.
“You know what ladies, let me introduce you to my brother,” I say grinning at the look on Ruben’s face when he catches on to what I’m up to.
“You mean there’s two of you?” Poison Ivy mutters, spinning around and stumbling into Ruben. “Oh, wow, you’re cute, big guy. Look at them muscles,” she says squeezing Ruben’s arms. “Tell me…are you big all over,” she hiccups.
Now it’s my turn to roar with laughter as I notice Carla talking to Rosie near the hall to the restrooms and Ruben’s office.
I need to talk to her and explain about Jacky. I know she’s with my brother, but I feel like a bastard coming on to her one minute then going out on a date with someone else the next. Yeah, mixed signals or what.
“Ruben, I’ll leave you to take care of your fan club.” I look at Cat Woman and Poison Ivy, grin then excuse myself, “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure, but I have somewhere else to be. Ruben here will take real good care of you both. He likes whips.”
Walking towards Carla, I laugh at the expression on Ruben’s face when I mention him liking whips. I’ve expanded on the truth with that one because he likes his toys, but as far as I’m aware he’s not into whips.
“Hey Sebastian,” Rosie says looking sad, until she looks at my shirt then a grin spreads across her face. “Um, pink suits you.” She saunters off towards the bar.