Page 28 of The Hookup
“No,” she insisted, having no idea of where he lived, and startled that he knew where she lived.
He grabbed her bag, in an attempt to get her attention. “Why not?” he asked. “You spend all evening giving me the come on and you sit here, letting me buy you overpriced cocktails—”
His words winded her, and she blinked. She never, ever flirted with any of the guys from the office.
“We all paid for them in turn,” she said, shocked by his pettiness. “Stop being such a petty little man.”
“I fucking looked after your Pembroke account while you were away. It’s the fucking least you could do for me.”
His words smacked in her stomach. There were too many assumptions in his accusation, and she didn’t want to ask him what exactly he expected from her, given that he was talking loudly, and people were starting to look their way.
“You were doing your job,” she hissed. “You’re drunk Geoffrey, go home.”
“Everything okay here?” Luke asked, stepping forward and surprising her.
“Who’s asking?” sneered Geoffrey.
“I am,” replied Luke. “I suggest you listen to her and leave, or I could have my security men escort you out of the door.”
“Go on big guy, do your fucking best.”
“Geoffrey!” Kay was horrified by what he’d said. “Okay, let’s get a cab. I’ll get the cab with you now. Happy?” She didn’t want a scene, and he was ugly drunk. Why had Erin left her to deal with this alone?
“You’re not getting in a cab with him,” Luke shot back at her. “He’s drunk.”
“You don’t get to tell her what to do,” sneered Geoffrey, poking his skinny little finger into Luke’s chest.
“Don’t touch me, pal,” Luke warned, his face clouding over. “I’m calling you a cab, and I suggest you get in it.”
“I can call my own cab,pal.” Geoffrey shot back, just as two security men came over. He shrugged his arms, as a warning for them not to lay a finger on him.
“Just go home, Geoffrey. Please,” Kay begged. Geoffrey could be a dick, and he was clearly going to be a bigger one now that he had his moment to shine. She turned to Luke, “It’s not a problem, I’ll get a cab back with him.”
“I’ll take care of this,” said Luke, facing her as he stepped between her and Geoffrey. His tall frame completely obliterating Geoffrey’s from view.
“I don’t want any trouble,” she said, looking up at him, and clearly aware of the potent buzz of electricity that had sparked in the two inches that were between his chest and hers.
He lowered his head. “The guy is drunk, and clearly an asshole. I don’t think you should get a cab home with him to keep the peace.”
He straightened up, and through gritted teeth said loudly, “Quit jabbing me in the back, dude, otherwise I’ll have you thrown out.” He turned around. “Get this gentleman a cab, will you?” Luke asked one of the security men.
Geoffrey stepped to the side, flashing her a look of pure contempt, before being dragged upstairs by the security men.
Chapter 10
“Thank you,” Kay said, for the third time since they had left the club.
Luke glanced at her from the driver’s seat.
“You’re on my way home. It’s no big deal.”
“I could have shared a cab with him.”
“Seriously?” No way would he have allowed that. “The guy was drunk, and getting louder by the minute.”
“He’s harmless.”
People behaved like morons, often, when they were drunk. “We see a lot of guys like him, at the end of the night.”
