groping a girl on the dance floor, then got in the middle of a
big brawl outside in the smoking area. It’s just the usual spring break
bullshit, but you know how he gets when you aren’t around to calm him down,”
she said, watching Zoe carefully for her reaction. “Plus, Dante has also been
bitching about you ladies drinking and driving back from Houston. Just thought
you might want to let him know you’re back, safe and sound.”
With that, GT
walked away to serve a group of people further down the bar.
Zoe could feel
Francesca and Sam's eyes on her. Turning, she glared at them when she saw they
were both grinning. “What?”
“That’s so
sweet,” Francesca said cheerfully. “He was worried about you.”
“Us.” Zoe
stressed the word. “He was worried about us.”
“Dante couldn’t
care less if we were pole dancing in Houston right now,” Sam countered. Holding
up her glass, she gestured toward Zoe. “What the hell is going on with you
two?”
“Why does
everyone keep asking me that?”
Francesca
grinned. “Because we’re curious. Added to that, I love a good romance.”
Zoe sighed
before lifting her glass to take a small sip. “I don’t know what we’re doing.”
Sam shot her a
derisive look. “Well, you might want to figure it out…and quick. Dante’s a good
guy, but he’s still a man, and all of them do stupid stuff sometimes. My advice
is to do something about it before one of those hussies catches him during a
weak moment.”
“Wow, that’s
way harsh,” Francesca admonished.
“I’m a
realist.”
“No, you’re a
cynic.”
Sam shrugged
and her eyes shifted to look at something off to the side. “I’m just saying…”
Zoe’s gaze
followed Sam’s, and she stiffened when she saw Dante striding away from a
giggling woman with dark-blonde hair and two of her friends. He was heading toward
the hallway that led to the bathrooms and his office. The blonde shot her
friends a sly grin before she broke away from the group to follow after him.
Zoe’s glass
hit the bar top with a loud crack as she slammed it down. “Oh, hell no.”
“Go kick some
ass, girl,” Sam encouraged.
Zoe didn’t
have to be told twice.
Slipping off
her barstool, she got to her feet and pushed through the crowd, ignoring those
who called out to her as she moved past them. Things might not be settled
between her and Dante, but she’d be damned if she was going to let another
woman get in her way now.
The lines to
the bathroom were long, and it took her some time to maneuver through the mass
of bodies. By the time she was clear, she’d lost sight of both Dante and the
blonde. Anger surged through her as she remembered why the woman looked so
familiar.
The woman came
into the bar with her friends once in a while, and made a point to belittle
everything about The Fox Hole...except for the men. There had been a few times
when Zoe had overheard them discussing the male staff members, but she
specifically remembered the blonde talking about Dante, going so far as
bragging about how she could have him anytime she wanted him and discussing in
detail how he was in bed.
Zoe knew that
Dante had a reputation for hooking up with multiple women before she’d met him,
but she didn’t doubt his word when he said he would stick to their bet and
abstain for the duration. Still, she wasn’t about to let some other woman go
after what Zoe thought of as hers.
And Dante was
hers.
She paused briefly
in front of the closed office door, then moved on, knowing automatically they
weren’t in there. As she neared the end of the hallway, her steps slowed when
she heard voices coming from outside the side door. The door was propped opened
a bit, and Zoe saw Noah Brixton’s large body blocking the view outside. Zoe
stepped into the shadows, moving a little closer until she could glance around
Brix.
Damn it.
Her eyes
narrowed as she saw the blonde clinging to Dante. Her first instinct was to
grab the woman by her hair
big brawl outside in the smoking area. It’s just the usual spring break
bullshit, but you know how he gets when you aren’t around to calm him down,”
she said, watching Zoe carefully for her reaction. “Plus, Dante has also been
bitching about you ladies drinking and driving back from Houston. Just thought
you might want to let him know you’re back, safe and sound.”
With that, GT
walked away to serve a group of people further down the bar.
Zoe could feel
Francesca and Sam's eyes on her. Turning, she glared at them when she saw they
were both grinning. “What?”
“That’s so
sweet,” Francesca said cheerfully. “He was worried about you.”
“Us.” Zoe
stressed the word. “He was worried about us.”
“Dante couldn’t
care less if we were pole dancing in Houston right now,” Sam countered. Holding
up her glass, she gestured toward Zoe. “What the hell is going on with you
two?”
“Why does
everyone keep asking me that?”
Francesca
grinned. “Because we’re curious. Added to that, I love a good romance.”
Zoe sighed
before lifting her glass to take a small sip. “I don’t know what we’re doing.”
Sam shot her a
derisive look. “Well, you might want to figure it out…and quick. Dante’s a good
guy, but he’s still a man, and all of them do stupid stuff sometimes. My advice
is to do something about it before one of those hussies catches him during a
weak moment.”
“Wow, that’s
way harsh,” Francesca admonished.
“I’m a
realist.”
“No, you’re a
cynic.”
Sam shrugged
and her eyes shifted to look at something off to the side. “I’m just saying…”
Zoe’s gaze
followed Sam’s, and she stiffened when she saw Dante striding away from a
giggling woman with dark-blonde hair and two of her friends. He was heading toward
the hallway that led to the bathrooms and his office. The blonde shot her
friends a sly grin before she broke away from the group to follow after him.
Zoe’s glass
hit the bar top with a loud crack as she slammed it down. “Oh, hell no.”
“Go kick some
ass, girl,” Sam encouraged.
Zoe didn’t
have to be told twice.
Slipping off
her barstool, she got to her feet and pushed through the crowd, ignoring those
who called out to her as she moved past them. Things might not be settled
between her and Dante, but she’d be damned if she was going to let another
woman get in her way now.
The lines to
the bathroom were long, and it took her some time to maneuver through the mass
of bodies. By the time she was clear, she’d lost sight of both Dante and the
blonde. Anger surged through her as she remembered why the woman looked so
familiar.
The woman came
into the bar with her friends once in a while, and made a point to belittle
everything about The Fox Hole...except for the men. There had been a few times
when Zoe had overheard them discussing the male staff members, but she
specifically remembered the blonde talking about Dante, going so far as
bragging about how she could have him anytime she wanted him and discussing in
detail how he was in bed.
Zoe knew that
Dante had a reputation for hooking up with multiple women before she’d met him,
but she didn’t doubt his word when he said he would stick to their bet and
abstain for the duration. Still, she wasn’t about to let some other woman go
after what Zoe thought of as hers.
And Dante was
hers.
She paused briefly
in front of the closed office door, then moved on, knowing automatically they
weren’t in there. As she neared the end of the hallway, her steps slowed when
she heard voices coming from outside the side door. The door was propped opened
a bit, and Zoe saw Noah Brixton’s large body blocking the view outside. Zoe
stepped into the shadows, moving a little closer until she could glance around
Brix.
Damn it.
Her eyes
narrowed as she saw the blonde clinging to Dante. Her first instinct was to
grab the woman by her hair
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