Page 90 of Cocky Prince
Her eyes dart between my mouth and my gaze, then narrow. “Don’t you threaten me, Adam Cade. I have every right to be here.”
“Is that why you’re in disguise?” Her lips part, and then she presses them closed. “Remember what I said.” I stride away before I drag her away.
I return to the exec table where my colleagues are entertaining a few athletes, plus one billionaire who owns an island—all here for Bliss. If Blackwell hadn’t been so adamant we attend tonight, I wouldn’t have. But it’s a good thing I did, or I wouldn’t have known Hayden was here too.
I ease back in my seat and tap my fingers on the table, signaling the waitress with my other hand for another drink.Stubborn, stubborn woman.
Every few seconds, I glance at the bar, keeping an eye on her. Just once, I wish she’d listen to me. But I can’t blame her. I’m lying by omission. I wouldn’t be happy with me either.
William’s attention falls on Hayden. “Beautiful girl you were talking to. I didn’t see her in the show, but she should have been.” He waggles his brow. “Or maybe a part of Bliss?”
“Nasty disposition, that one.” I pound the last of my drink. “She wouldn’t fit.”
William’s gaze continues to rake over Hayden. “You sure? Maybe she just needs the right touch.”
I squeeze my empty glass and rest my elbow over the back of the velvet club chair I’m in. “She’s a lesbian.”
William’s mouth twists and he glances again, as though it were possible to read that sort of thing. “Really? Still—”
Jesus, what will it take? “William, she’s not interested. Her girlfriend was right next to her.” He opens his mouth to say something, and I cut him off. “No, she’s not interested in a threesome.”
His eyes brighten. “With you, but—”
For the love of God.“You think I can’t get a lady to consider it?” I smile roguishly.
He frowns. “You’re a good-looking bastard. I don’t suppose you get too many rejections.”
Except from the woman who would prefer hanging me by my balls to sleeping with me right now.
* * *
I’ve keptan eye on Pinup Hayden for the last thirty minutes. Three different men have approached her. The current pair hovers like vultures, causing a frown to mar her beautiful features. I intended to remain at the club until the midnight grand opening party, but I can’t sit here and watch Hayden be harassed by idiots.
“Please excuse me.” I stand, and William looks up, then over at Hayden.
“I thought you said she was a lesbian.” He sounds annoyed.
“I must have been mistaken. I’m about to rectify that.” I nod to the others. “Gentlemen? See you upstairs in the suite.”
William’s mouth hooks down on one side as I turn and walk away, but I don’t care what he thinks. One of the men near Hayden is touching her shoulder with his fat finger, and I’m about to rip it off his body.
I approach the bar and reach around Hayden’s waist, drawing her to my side. “Ready to go?”
She glances up, her expression about the same as William’s a second ago. To resist is futile. I’m not leaving her side.
She must realize this, because she plasters on a smile. “It was nice to meet you,” she says to the men.
“You can’t leave.” The one with long hair and a ridiculous scarf glares at me. “We were just getting to know each other. I’d be happy to give you a ride home,” he says to her.
“Hell no,” I say, and walk away, pulling Hayden along with me.
“Was that necessary?” She skips to keep up as we make our way to the club’s exit.
“Yes.”
Outside the club, Hayden stops abruptly. “Adam, you’re being a caveman again. I don’t need you to protect me from jackasses like that. I had it under control.”
“Did you?” I turn on her. “Because it didn’t seem like you were comfortable over there.”
