“You want that dick shoved down your throat,” Jared says from the open door with a calm I recognize as false. “Touch her ass again.”
His eyes are burning the spot where the man holds my arm. I jerk free and touch Hakeem’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Hakeem stands and stumbles. I catch his arm, but his weight buckles my knees and we both almost fall. Jared rushes over and slips under Hakeem’s arm, supporting him.
“Sorry,” Hakeem slurs. “That Grey Goose got me like . . .”
“And that Molly got you, too,” the ass slapper says. “You gon’ feel that, bruh.”
“You took Molly, too, Hakeem?” I ask.
“I guess.” Hakeem slumps into me, all seven feet of him, and I grunt under his weight.
“I got him,” Jared says, irritation barbing his voice. “Man, try to walk.”
Hakeem is practically dead weight, but we get him to the hall. I start dragging him toward the stairs we came up, but Jared stops short.
“There’s a back staircase,” he says. “Let’s take him that way.”
“Good idea.” I shift Hakeem on my shoulder and follow Jared’s lead.
It’s difficult getting his bulk down the steps, and I almost lose my footing several times. Hakeem alternates between drunken snickers and tearful apologies. He can’t decide what kind of drunk he wants to be, but he’s getting on my damn nerves. He steps on Jared’s foot more than once, and based on the muttered curses coming from the other side, Hakeem has gotten on Jared’s nerves, too.
“I think he broke my toe,” Jared complains when we get outside.
It’s been a long night, and we narrowly averted disaster. Only time will tell if some damning photo surfaces to wreck Hakeem’s career. For now, though, we saved the day, and I’m so relieved that when I see Jared’s almost sullen face, my lips twitch in the closest thing to a smile I can manage under the circumstances.
I step away and leave Hakeem leaning on Jared while I search for my car. I was in such a hurry to get here, I don’t even remember where I parked. I turn to tell Jared I found it and catch him staring at my ass.
“Are you looking at my butt?” I ask, waffling between flattered and offended.
“Of course,” Jared replies as if I’m crazy for asking. “I actually wish you’d stop talking because I was literally committing your ass in those pants to memory, and you’re breaking my concentration.”
I try my best to scold him with a look, which is hard to do when my lips are twitching.
“What?” He shrugs as best he can with Hakeem leaning on him. “I mean it’s right there. What do you expect? At least I’m honest.”
“The guy who slapped my ass was honest, too,” I remind him. “So maybe there’s a balance you could find between honest and lecher.”
“If I find it, you’ll be the first to know.”
I shake my head, still fighting twitching lips. I’m not doing this. I refuse to enjoy him.
“If you can just help me get him to the car,” I say over my shoulder. “We’ll be on our way.”
“What car?”
I stop and turn, looking at him like he’s crazy now.
“My car.”
“And you’re taking him where?” Jared demands. “Do you know where he’s staying?”
“No.” Hakeem doesn’t live in LA. He’s here strictly to party, I guess. I have no idea where he’s staying, and he’s in no condition to tell me. “I’ll take him to my house.”
“The hell you will.” Jared jerks his brows together. “Isn’t Zo out of town?”
“Yeah.”