She wasn’t all for that. He also couldn’t take no for an answer, and that was a big red flag for her. She might’ve been tough and have a mouth on her that rivaled a sailor’s, but no fucking way could she take on a guy when rage was running through him, not for long anyway.
Naggie was not a prude and had done some pretty freaky shit in her time, but no way in hell was she about to let some little prick she didn’t know come up to her and whisper those filthy things in her ear.
He was drunk, but that wasn’t an excuse. Her hand stung from slapping him, and she realized in less than a couple hours she had hit three people. She would have felt doubly liberated to have smacked this guy and put his dumb ass in its place, but it was clear he was not used to this kind of treatment from a woman.
He was one of those men on the inside. He looked like one of those boy next door types, with the perfectly combed hair, tailored and starched clothes, and that Tommy Hilfiger scent surrounding him. So not Naggie’s type, but even if she had given him the time of day, his raunchy drunk talk was not winning him any points.
“You trashy cunt.”
She chuckled, because it had been a while since she’d been called a cunt. Her handprint was a red mark on his cheek. “Fuck off, prep.” She turned to talk to Bennie, but then he grabbed her arm and yanked her back around so she was staring at him. He still didn’t let her go. “You better fucking let me go before I smack you again and make you look like the little bitch you are.”
He bared his teeth at her, and just when she thought he’d have the balls to hit her in front of everyone, this looming shadow covered both of them. She turned and saw Booshie standing right beside them, this dark, deadly look on his face and his gaze latched onto where the asshole still had a hold of her arm.
“Boy, you better fucking let go of her arm if you want to keep your hand.”
Booshie’s voice actually had shivers working through her. If the prep had been smart, he would have realized Booshie was like The Hulk compared to him, and looking like he really would tear off the kid’s hand with the slightest provocation.
“Hey, this doesn’t concern you.” It was clear the kid was a hothead, drunker than hell by the way he slurred his words, and clearly didn’t care if he lived or died. Prep took a step back but ended up bumping into the guy beside him. That had the man turning around and shoving back.
“Watch it, asshole.”
The prep stumbled forward and right into her, knocked over the glass of water Ryan had insisted she have, and spilled the damn thing all over her. The coldness of it had her jumping up, but all that did was have the glass falling off the counter and shattering on the ground.
“You just asked for a whole lot of trouble, kid,” Booshie said, but the prep wasn’t so much a kid as he was a twenty-something douchebag.
The next series of events happened so fast Naggie couldn’t even wrap her head around them. Booshie had the guy by the scruff and yanked him away from her. He had him lifted off the ground by his shirt so that only the prep’s toes touched the floor. Everything seemed to grow still and quiet. The biker’s rage was tangible, and she knew Booshie was about to do some serious damage if things didn’t settle down. She didn’t want an all-out brawl.
“You dare to lay a hand on a woman?” Booshie prompted in a slow, even, but hard voice. That sound was even scarier than if he was yelling.
Naggie saw the way Booshie’s knuckles turned whiter the longer he held onto the guy’s shirt.
“You actually put your fucking hands on her like you had the right to.” Booshie didn’t look affected aside from that deadliness that came from him. “In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were thinking about hitting her.”
The cockiness on the prep’s face vanished as realization set in. “No harm.” He lifted his hand, trying to remove Booshie’s, but it was no use. Compared to the biker, he looked like a child.
“You never put your hands on a woman unless she wants it, and it is clear that one didn’t.” Booshie’s face slowly started to turn fierce and horrifying, and she was actually starting to worry for the asshole who deserved what he was getting right now. “Clearly, you’re as stupid as you look.” But before she could intervene, Booshie let the guy go.