“Shut up!”
The vehemence, the thing about Taco Bell… This wasn’t a coincidence.
Rita jerked her arm away from him, whirling and staring in horror at the man she’d thought was her dream Daddy Dom.
“You… you… you’re Rojo Fondo Tacos?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth, but he didn’t answer.She could see the thoughts racing through his eyes.Even if she couldn’t tell what he was actually thinking, she could tell he hadn’t wanted her to know.
He was upset that his friends had outed him.
“You knew who I was when you approached me!That’swhyyou approached me!”Rita’s voice went higher, and Andres’ friends’ expressions changed from concern to dawning horror as they realized they’d just outed their buddy.“What was this, revenge?”
“No… it was…” His voice kept trailing off as though he couldn’t figure out the words to use.
Fuck.This.
Rita whirled around.
“Chiquita!”
“Don’t call me that, asshole!”
A hard hand gripped her upper arm, and Rita wrenched herself away, stumbling as she did.
“Red, asshole, I’m calling Red!”
Several heads went up around them, and someone immediately stepped in between her and Andres, which shouldn’t have hurt so much, but she’d really wanted him to be real.
Tears blurred her vision as she hurried through the room, looking everywhere for Eden’s pink hair or Bree’s riot of curls.
“Rita!”The call made her jerk her head up.Her friends were on the second floor, waving frantically.Rita picked up her pace, running for them.The last thing she wanted to do was give Andres a chance to catch up to her and humiliate her even more.
Eden and Bree met her at the top of the stairs, and she immediately knew something was wrong because they barely glanced at her face, much less noticed she was on the verge of tears.
“We have to get out of here,” Eden hissed frantically.“Where’s your corset?”
“Gone.I’m not going back for it.Let’s go.”She would return the blanket later.“What happened?”
“Her ex is here.”Bree’s expression was grim.“We’ve been dodging him almost since you disappeared.Where have you been?”
“In one of the private rooms.”They should have left her, but she was so glad that they hadn’t.They were thebestfriends.
They just needed to get out of here and pretend this night had never happened.The Outlands was clearly not the place for them.
Not now, not ever.
8
Andres
“Red, asshole!I’m calling Red!”
Fuck!
Andres’ chest seized up as attention from everyone around them turned their way.A sub yelling ‘Red’ in the middle of a kink club tended to do that.He was fucking this up on an epic level.
“Rita—” Before he could say more than her name, before he could do more than reach for her again, a small but incredibly threatening presence stepped in his way.