She shivered, suddenly cold, wishing she were wearing day wear and not this stupid corset and short leather skirt.
“I can vouch for him,” Max Savage said. He was a nice guy she’d done a scene with awhile back. He’d relaxed her and taken her close to subspace. Not over. No one took her there. And at the time she’d been with Max, she’d had no interest in sleeping with him.
This guy was another story.
She glanced at Max and tried not to grin. One friend trying to help another get laid. “Nice try, but I don’t know you all that well either.”
She rubbed her hands up and down the goose bumps on her bare arms.
“What if I told you he was a cop?” Max asked.
“Really?”
He extended his arm, and someone handed him a blanket, which he proceeded to wrap around her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said, immediately feeling better.
“You know me.” John, the club monitor who’d hauled Mike away, reappeared by her side. “You can trust Decklan to take care of you. Mike’s been warned before. His membership has been revoked.”
She blinked in surprise. “I’m glad.” The asshole didn?
??t deserve to be in a position of trust.
“Decklan’s a decent guy. Don’t leave with him if you don’t want to, but at least let him get you something cold to drink. You’ll feel better, and then you can get changed and leave. I’ll walk you out myself,” John promised.
Decklan. She tested the name in her head, liking the sound. “A soda sounds good.”
The crowd around them had already dispersed, and even Max had walked away, giving his friend a shot on his own.
Good luck, she silently told him. To her way of thinking, they might have passed I’m interested looks with their eyes over the last six months, but he hadn’t stepped up, which Amanda took personally. Decklan whatever-his-last-name-was would have to bring his A game if he expected her to do any more than drink a soda with him before heading home.