Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

“Looks more than that,” I observe with a shrug.

“She’s nothing to worry about,” he says offhandedly. “So why did you come over here? Don’t tell me to help bring drinks.”

Holding his gaze, I shrug and then say, “Yeah, I got nothing.”

“It’s okay to say that you wanted to talk to me privately.”

I laugh. “Full of yourself, eh?”

He grins back at me. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s really sexy when you say that?”

“Yeah, you,” I say, and then I’m grinning back at him.

“I’m one smart dude,” he says, and I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Whatever you say,” I mutter as I look down. When I look up though, he’s right in front of me, looking deep into my eyes.

“I gotta take a leak,” he says, moving his hand down my hip. “Wait for these drinks for me real quick. I’ll be right back.”

He then smacks my ass before heading toward the bathroom. Letting out the breath I was holding, because apparently I thought he was going to kiss me or something crazy, I lean against the bar and wait for the bartender to mix and make the drinks that Jayden’s ordered. What am I doing? And what am I going to say when he comes back? It’s obvious he’s expecting me to say something, and I have no clue what that is. Maybe I shouldn’t have come over here. Not only am I pissy about wrestler chick but I’m pissy because I’m confused by my feelings.

Blah.

“Hey.”

Looking to the left, I meet McCarthy’s dark gaze. Standing up straighter, I eye him as I say, “Hey.”

As his eyes travel down my body, I find myself pulling my jacket in tighter. I don’t trust this guy. At all. The sad thing is, if he weren’t so creepy, he’d be really hot. He has nice brown eyes and a really decent face, but he gives off a sleazebag vibe, plus he’s a fucking dick to me. “I’ve been watching you.”

Yeah, total creep.

“Okay?”

“You’re really pretty,” he says, and this time I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“You’re drunk,” I say back, and he grins.

“Kinda, but it’s true,” he says, coming a little closer. “I really do think you’re pretty, but I just hate that you play better than me.”

“Yeah, maybe you should work harder?” I suggest, and his eyes darken.

“And maybe you should suck me off?”

“Wow, does that work on women?” I ask, and he glares as he stands up, towering over me. Chills run down my back, but before he can say anything, Jayden is stepping between us.

“Bye, McCarthy,” he says simply without looking at him.

“I’m talking to her,” he says, but Jayden shakes his head.

“Not anymore.”

I watch as McCarthy stares Jayden down, but he doesn’t seem very affected by him. “Why don’t you just admit you’re fucking her?”

“Because I’m not,” he says, looking back at him. “But if I were, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Now go fuck off.”

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you up.”

“You can try,” Jayden says, turning to him. “But I don’t think you’ll succeed.”