Falling: A Sexy Alpha Romance Collection

The guy—I’ve long forgotten his name—nudges me. “Life’s depressing. Don’t feel like you’re the only one who has that covered. It’s why I drink.” He raises his beer at me before taking a long swig.

Geez.

So negative.

This guy is not the kind of man I need to be spending any time with.

Taking a step away from the table, I signal my intent to leave. “Thanks for the chat.”

He frowns. “You’re leaving? The night’s only young.”

“I’ve gotta get up early for work tomorrow.”

As I attempt to leave the table, he places his hand on my arm and halts my progress. “Stay.” His voice takes on a darker tone as if he has no intention of letting me leave, and concern slides through me.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I argue, “No, I really have to get up early. I’ll be wiped if I don’t get to bed soon.” I’m suddenly feeling a hell of a lot more sober than I did five minutes ago.

His grip on me tightens, and his eyes flash with determination. “Sweetheart, I’ve just spent an hour of my time talking to you and buying you drinks, the least you can do is give me some of your time and attention.”

My mind swims with confusion.

I’m sure I bought all my own drinks.

How the hell do I always pick the dickheads?

I seriously need to consider celibacy as a life option.

“The lady has made herself clear. Let her go and get the fuck out of my bar.”

Luke.

I catch sight of his face as he forces his way between me and the dude, and my breathing slows at the anger I see there. I’ve never seen him so mad.

The guy lets me go and raises his hands defensively. “Sorry, man, I didn’t realise she was taken.”

I don’t know where he got that idea from, but I’m not going to correct him.

Luke’s shoulders remain tense, and his eyes don’t leave the asshole. He jerks his chin at the door. “Leave.” He utters one word only, but holy mother of God, everything about that word screams “don’t fuck with me”.

With one last scowl, the guy stalks out of the bar while Luke tracks his movements before turning back to face me. His shoulders remain tense, but his features soften a little. “You okay?”

My tummy flutters at the concern I hear in his tone. I nod and try to put his mind at ease. “Yes, I’m all good. Thank you.”

He takes that in and then says, “I’m taking you home now. I had another woman complain about that guy earlier, and I don’t want to take any chances that he’s gonna come back looking for you.”

“I doubt he will, Luke. You were pretty forceful, and besides, he thinks you and I are together. He wouldn’t chance pissing you off.”

“I know guys like him. They don’t give up easily when they want a woman. Take my word for it, he’ll be back.”

“You don’t have to take me home. I know you’re busy tonight.”

“Fuck, Callie, can you ever just let me help you?”

I stand straighter and take a deep breath. I’ve managed to frustrate him yet again. It’s like he’s got a short fuse with me, but not with everyone else. “When I need help, I’ll ask for it, but you’ve got a bar to run, and I am capable of getting myself home.”

He bends his face closer to mine and takes charge like he’s never done before. “I’m all out of patience, so get your ass outside and in my car.” His bossy tone hits all the right spots and desire shoots through me, lighting me up with a need I’ve never known.

I don’t even hesitate. I do as he said.