Page 8 of Wish You Knew
Rosie’s head whipped around at the sound, and she immediately spotted me. Her blue eyes appeared glassy, even from this distance.
How many drinks had he plied her with?
“You leave now. You never contact Rosie. You understand?” I jabbed my finger into his chest. “And youneverdo this to any woman ever again. Otherwise I will turn you in.”
The guy’s eyes bulged at my threats. “You don’t even know who I am,” he sneered.
“Yeah, I might not know now.” I pointed in Rosie’s direction. “But she does. And once I’ve told her what you’ve done, I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to help me.”
He backed off and hurried away, without a backwards glance. Sure he had gone, I went over to Rosie.
“Scott! What are you doing here?” She lolled back in her chair. I’d seen Rosie drunk before; this wasn’t drunk.
“How many drinks have you had?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why do you care? I was having a lovely evening with Mark.”
Mark. I noted his name for future reference. “Tell me, Rosie.”
She screwed up her face, as if working it out was difficult. “A glass of wine with dinner. God, it was awful. I mean, I’m into healthy eating and all that, but vegan food really is shit.”
Needing her to focus, I bent down until I was eye level with her. “Concentrate, Rosie, it’s important. How long have you been here? And how many drinks?”
“That was going to be my fourth, no, third, no…shit. I can’t remember.” She reached for her empty glass. “Mark was getting another one.” She twisted and turned in her chair. “Where is he?”
“He’s gone.”
“Oh, we were having a nice evening.” She pouted.
“Babe, you weren’t. You just told me the restaurant was shit.” I needed to get her out of there and back to her hotel where I could look after her properly.
“What are you doing here?” she asked again. Her hands snaked their way around my neck, pulling me closer to her, her fingers tangling in my pendant. “He was taking my mind off you, and now here you are.”
Shit, now I knew she was more than drunk.
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Rosie
My vision swam and I blinked, trying to get Scott in focus. I didn’t know why he was there, in the bar, and Mark had disappeared. He’d gone to get us more drinks.
Shit, how many had I had?
I stared at the table, trying to remember. There had been wine with dinner, then a couple of vodkas here. Or was it three? Normally, I’d be able to drink more than that without feeling woozy. I hadn’t eaten much, even though the shoot had provided lunch and snacks throughout the day. Was it because I’d drunk last night as well? So many questions swirled around in my head. My fingers tangled in the leather thong of his pendant, hands snaking around the back of his neck.
“Where’s Mark?”
Scott let out a hard breath. “He’s gone. He won’t be bothering you anymore.”
I shook my head. “He wasn’t bothering me tonight. We were… getting to know each other.”
“Yeah, course you were. He wasn’t spiking your drink to get in your knickers, he only wanted to ‘get to know you better’.” He put invisible air quotes around the end of the sentence. “Fucking prick.”
He was doing what? I hadn’t realised I’d spoken the question aloud until Scott responded.
“I watched him do it, Rosie. He said you needed a little encouragement.” His mouth curled up into a sneer.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I pressed a hand to my mouth and stood up. My knees gave way beneath me, and I crumpled into Scott’s arms.
