Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 776(@200wpm)___ 621(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
The problem with being a woman is that you never know what a NO will get you. Is it going to earn me an understanding nod and an Okay, well, have a great night; it was nice talking to you?
Or will it get me a You entitled bitch, what, you think you’re too fucking good for me?
And I’ve experienced the latter multiple times.
The world is scary sometimes. So, no, I’m not going to shoot this guy down directly, at least not in this specific circumstance, where we’re alone and I’m trapped. I’ll vaguely dance around the issue until I’m able to escape this enclosed space and find the safety of a crowd.
The elevator finally begins to move, and relief blasts through me like a gust of wind. I track the numbers as they go down.
Normal guys would usually get the hint. This one doesn’t. He leans in, and I wince when I feel his hot breath near my ear. I also smell a whiff of alcohol on it. I realize he was probably drinking at the game.
“I’d really like to meet up with you after,” Nathan tells me.
I try to ease away, but now I’m stuck between the wall and the number panel, trapped in the little corner.
“No, thanks,” I reply, finally opting for honesty. “I’m super tired. Won’t be going anywhere after the team event.”
“That’s a shame. I think we could have a lot of fun together.” He trails the tip of one finger against my cheek.
I flinch and try to sidestep him, but there’s nowhere to go.
I give him a deadly look. “Okay, seriously. You need to step back,” I warn.
And there it is, that telltale flashing of his eyes. The entitlement.
“You don’t have to be a fucking cunt about it.”
I ignore him.
“I’m just saying, we could have fun.”
The elevator stops five floors below mine to let someone else on. The doors start to open just as he digs his fingers into my waist, trying to pull me closer.
I experience a flicker of honest-to-God fear. “Get off me, asshole!”
“Stop being such a—”
Before he can finish, he’s hauled out of the elevator and into the wide hallway. I catch a blurry glimpse of Ryder’s furious face. Shane’s concerned one. And I almost sag with relief.
“She said get off her,” Ryder growls.
I jump out before the doors close on me. Ryder has his hand on the creep. Not overly aggressive, but a controlled threat. A hand of warning on Nathan’s chest, right near his neck as if prepared to yank him by the collar and shove him against the wall.
“Ryder, it’s okay,” I say, touching his shoulder.
“You sure?” He searches my face. “Did he hurt you?”
“Hurt her? I’m not a goddamn rapist!” Nathan snarls.
“Really? Because it sure looked like you were touching her without her consent.”
“She wanted—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Shane suggests coldly. “Seriously, bro, just don’t.”
Ryder steps away from the guy and points to the stairwell door. “Get the hell outta here.”
“We’re on the fifteenth floor! I’m not taking the stairs—”
“I don’t care. Go.”
Nathan’s thunderous gaze shifts between the two men. And suddenly three more bodies appear without warning. Case, with Will and Beckett in tow.
“What’s going on?” Case demands. “Is everything all right?”
“This guy was harassing Gigi,” Ryder mutters. “Tried to put his hands on her.”
Case lunges forward. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“We’ve got it handled,” I assure my ex-boyfriend. “Seriously, it’s fine.” To the red-faced Nathan, I frown and say, “Would you get out of here already? You don’t even know what can of worms you’ve opened.”
We’ve gone from two to five strapping hockey players in the matter of seconds, and no matter how big his biceps are, they’re no match for the Briar guys.
His gaze flits around in a visible panic. Then, without another word, he darts toward the stairs. We hear his footsteps echoing in the stairwell. I don’t know if he has the stamina to descend all fifteen flights, and I hope to God we don’t run into him on an elevator on our way down.
“You okay?” Case says urgently.
I can only guess how stricken I look. I won’t deny I was scared, especially when his fingers dug into my hip. I’m strong, have taken multiple self-defense courses, but you never know if you’re going to be able to fend someone off, especially a drunk guy who’s twice your weight and inches taller.
“Yeah.” I huff out a breath. “I am. I’m fine.”
From the corner of my eye, I see Ryder watching me. He steps closer, as if sensing I’m about to fall apart.
I offer a slight shake of the head, and he stops abruptly. I don’t think Case notices, but I know Will does, and I hear his resigned sigh before he speaks.
“We’ll give you guys a minute,” Will says to Case and me, as the elevator dings open again. “Meet you downstairs.”