Page 7 of Just My Luck

“I’m over here.”

Elaina giggled softly. Kipp turned his attention to me. His eyebrow was raised and he looked unamused.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“Drinks for myself and the lady,” I said coolie, biting back my annoyance. I didn’t want Elaina to think I was a hothead. Usually, I was laid back but something about Elaina made me protective.

CHAPTER FIVE

ELAINA

When the bartender– Kipp I believe is what Maxwell called him– walked over to the bar and groped me with his eyes, Maxwell had tensed and an alpha aura surrounded him. Then he spoke to the bartender in a deep, husky, warning tone and my panties became soaked. I squeezed my thighs together to dull the ache and grabbed the nearest barstool to keep upright.

Fuck, I moaned to myself.

“What can I get you, Lovely?” Kipp asked me in a flirty tone. I heard Maxwell growl softly beside me.

“A fruity mix drink preferably. Please,” I replied weakly.

“Luck of the Irishcoming right up for ya,” Kipp replied with a smile.

“And I’ll have beer and four whiskey shots,” Maxwell grumbled.

“Yeah. You got it, Pal,” Kipp said not even glancing at Maxwell.

I began to open my mouth– not really sure what I was going to say– but all thoughts stopped when Maxwell’s arm wrapped around my waist. My heart rate skyrocketed at his touch. The room suddenly felt like it was spinning and I fought to steady my breathing.

Keep it together, Elaina. Don’t pass out,I warned myself. It wasn’t like Maxwell had kissed me. It was a simple arm around my waist. And, he only did that probably to piss off the bartender.

“Elaina, perhaps we should find somewhere private to talk?” Maxwell said, looking down at me and smiling. “Kipp can bring us our drinks. Sound good?”

Yep. Marking his territory. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t. There was just something sexy about Maxwell putting Kipp in his place. He wasn’t rude about it so no harm, no foul.

“Sure,” I mused.

“Add this to my tab,” Maxwell stated coolie then lead me away from the bar in the opposite direction of where Mallory and everybody were. “Here okay?”

He gestured at a booth that was in the corner of the pub, facing the rest of the room. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t noticed it before. It stood out now that I was staring at it. It was the only booth in the pub with one side to it.

Does that even make it technically a booth?

“Is this okay?” Maxwell asked softly. He looked uneasy and nervous by my hesitation. “I mean, we can sit wherever you’re comf–

“This is fine,” I smiled, sliding into the booth and sitting down. Maxwell stood next to the table, looking down at me. “You okay?”

“Uh. Yeah. It’s just,” he took a deep breath. “I owe you an apology.”

“You do?” My eyebrow rose and I cocked my head slightly.

“Yeah,” he gestured with his head towards the bar then looked at me. “I was a bit… barbaric back there.”

His confession made me giggle.

“I was waiting for you to club him over the head, toss me over your shoulder and carry me away,” I teased. He rolled his eyes and laughed. I patted the cushion next to me. “I won’t bite.”

“That’s good to know,” he chuckled before sliding in beside me.

The warmth of his body radiated against me. The scent of his sexy cologne filled my nose, making me bite back a moan. Everything about Maxwell turned me on. Hell, the man could just breathe and I’d be hot and bothered.

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