I nod my head, not looking at him this time. I can’t afford to encourage this man any more than he already is.
You would think my no eye contact would be enough, but it isn’t. It never is with simple men.
“I should’ve joined your table earlier. I was so busy with the slots; wanting to win it big and all.” He sighs, shaking his head as his eyes shift to my backside.
He won’t be winning tonight either. I can see he wants to score; well, he’s not going to score with me. Not a chance in hell.
“If you want to win good money, I suggest you play the blackjack table. There’s a lot of luck there.” I use my professional tone of voice; a little cold, no smile. I don’t want to lead him on but I don’t want to push away a customer. Grant wouldn’t like that one bit. But then again, I don’t think Grant would like the way this man is staring at me right now.
I begin to
wonder what’s taking him so long anyway, but my thoughts are abruptly interrupted the second I feel this creep’s hand on my ass!
3
GRANT
I grab what I need from the gift shop with the rising hope that this could be my lucky night. All the while I’ve flirted with my sweet Bella, I’m almost certain she knows what I want; but you can never be quite sure. I just know I can’t go another night without touching her, without having her. I need her by my side and tonight is the night I’m making that happen.
With the thought of how I’m going to coax her into bed on replay in my mind, I make my way through the casino toward the elevators.
At a distance, I can see Bella has yet to get on the elevator. A man is standing beside her, and if I’m not mistaken, that’s his hand I see on her.
What in the actual fuck does he think he’s doing?
I watch Bella pull away, but he tightens his grip on her ass, something I should be doing by the end of this night! Not this fucking creep.
“Hey!” I shout out, making way toward the two of them at the elevator.
When I get to Bella, I turn to see the man grinning at me as if he sees nothing wrong with this picture.
“What’s your problem?” He asks as I throw him back from her. I look over to see just how shaken Bella has become by this fucker. I can see the relief wash over her eyes now that I’m here.
I should’ve been here sooner and this creep wouldn’t have had a single second to glance her way.
I look back at the creep.
“Keep your hands off my employees! This isn’t that kind of place!” I shout at him, as I feel my face burn up from the anger rising inside.
He keeps that sleazy smirk on his face.
“I don’t know why she’s causing a scene. She’s the one that wanted it.” The man tells me.
Right away, I can tell he’s lying even before Bella shakes her head at his words.
“I didn’t want any of this?! I even hinted that you could win big at the blackjack table so you could be on your way. What makes you think I would want your grimy hands on me?” She questions, then looking to me to believe her.
She doesn’t have to plead; I can clearly see how much she doesn’t want him. If there’s anyone she wants, it’s me, even though that secret desire of hers hasn’t come to light… yet.
Right now is my time to prove I’m willing to do anything to keep her safe.
“I don’t know who you are, nor do I care, but you’re no longer welcomed here after tonight. Your face will be flagged on all cameras so any time you get the idea to come here, my bouncer will be sure to throw your ass out. I don’t take kindly to men lying, or let alone thinking they can act however they please in my building, especially around my employees.”
After my little piece of warning, I pull out my phone to ring the front desk and request to flag this man immediately.
“What are you, her daddy?” The man hisses at me as I hang up the phone.
I glare over at him. My hands clench into fists as I resist the urge to not put this fool in his place.