ready for, do not go there, you’ve haven’t got a right
to be jealous. She turned abruptly hoping to distract herself with
something else and finish up, but instead landed smack dab in the middle of a
solid chest.
“Excuse
me,” she muttered and tried walking around the man.
“Wait a
sec would you?” His large hand gripped her upper arm to stop her, and jerked
her closer. The strong stench of beer hit her nostrils and she tried hard not
to grimace. He was obviously drunk, and she wanted him to let her go. “What’s
your name, sweetheart? My name is Greg, and I’m pretty sure you’re new here.”
He burped, and this time she cringed.
“I am.”
She pulled on her arm to get free, and although he let go, he took a step
closer. “If you’ll excuse me.” Meagan unsuccessfully tried to step around him
again but he blocked her way. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
“Oh, come
baby, don’t be like that. All I asked for was your name.”
“Meagan,”
she said through a clenched jaw feeling annoyed. Obviously he wasn’t taking the
hint, and since she couldn’t step around him she decided she might try to back
away instead. She plastered on a fake smile and slowly backed away hoping he
wouldn’t notice the gradual decent. “Enjoy your night, Greg.”
“Wait a
minute.” The minute she turned her back he grabbed her again, and spun her
around to face him. “I wasn’t done. I’ve been watching you all night.” He
exhaled, spreading his drunken stench towards her again and then his grip got
tighter making her flinch. Desperate to be released, he pulled her so that she
was pressed against him. “What do you say you and me get outta here and—”
“I’d say,
I’m not interested and I think you should go home and sleep this off.” Megan
pushed against him and continued. “I’d also say that if you don’t let me go now
I may have to hurt you.”
“Oh, so
you’re one of those.” Greg chuckled but tightened his grip. “I’d like to see
you try, sweetheart.”
“She
won’t have to.” Coop growled, “If you don’t let her go now I’ll have to make
you.” Lyric’s massive six foot three muscular frame met Greg’s slightly
slimmer, slightly shorter one. He reached out to grab her by her belt loop and
dragged her against him where she felt safe, and finally let out a ragged
breath now that there was some distance between herself and the very drunk
Greg. She looked around and blushed at being caught in the middle of it all,
hating being put on the spot. Brett and Chris flanked Lyric on either side ready
to pounce if they had too.
“Come on,
Coop, don’t be like that. I was just asking her out that’s all.”
“That’s
not all. You don’t ever grab a lady like that in my presence, and especially
not in my bar. She also told you that she wasn’t interested, so I suggest you
take her advice and sleep it off. She’s my employee, and therefore I look out
for what’s mine, you got it? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because I
haven’t had problems with you before, but this shit better not happen again do
I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,”
Greg growled, and narrowed his eyes when he looked at her again. Brett, and
Chris stepped forward to escort him to the door, and she hoped that was the end
of it.
“Are you
okay?”
“A little
embarrassed again.” She smiled shyly once she faced him again, and nodded.
“But, yeah, I’m good. Thank you for stepping in. I mean I could have handled
it, but I’m glad you got here when you did.”
“I’m glad
too.” He chuckled. “Meagan, Meagan, Meagan, what am I going to do with you? It
seems you embarrass easily, yet I kind of like it.” He winked. “But I meant
what I said. I don’t tolerate that kind of BS, and I hope it hasn’t scared you
off. We get the occasional flirt here and there, but it’s rare that problems
occur.”
“I don’t
scare very easily, but thanks.”
“So
you’ve said.” He smiled again.
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