Dante's Angel by Laurie Roma Page B

to drag her off him. Women threw themselves at him
all the time. He usually engaged in a little flirting before turning them down,
but with the more insistent, he could be biting and cold. Curiosity had Zoe
shifting so she could get a better view of the situation. The expression of
pure disgust on Dante’s face had a slow smile spreading across her own.
    Dante was in
no mood for this shit.
    “Cut it out,
Tammy. Stop touching me. You’re just embarrassing yourself. I told you I wasn’t
interested,” Dante growled out as he pulled her arms down forcefully when she
tried to wrap them around his neck….again.
    He was losing
what little patience he had as she rubbed against him.
    “You were
before,” Tammy said with a giggle he assumed was supposed to be sexy.
    “That was a
year ago, and it was before I really knew you,” he shot back. The insult didn’t
seem to bother the blonde who was busy trying to shove her hands under the
black t-shirt he wore. Fucking hell, the woman had hands like an octopus…they
seemed to be everywhere.
    He glared at
Brix, who was standing between the door and the floodlight so he was cast in
shadows. “Don’t just fucking stand there. Do something.”
    “Like what? I
just came out here for a smoke.” The blond giant lifted the cigarette in his
hand and took a drag. Blowing out smoke, Brix said, “I ain’t touching her.”
    “You’re no fun
anymore,” Tammy announced with a pout.
    Dante ignored her
words, still focused on his friend. “She was with those two twits she’s always
here with. Get someone inside to get their asses out of here.”
    Brix got on
the radio while Dante continued to struggle with the drunk woman. Most of the
women he’d hooked up with knew there would be no repeats, but Tammy obviously
didn’t get it. And with a father who gave her everything she wanted, Tammy
wasn’t used to being told no.
    She saw it as
some sort of challenge.
    Dante knew
that women went after him expecting him to jump at the chance for a quick fuck,
but he’d lost interest in that shit when he’d met Zoe. He heaved out a sigh,
prepared to hold onto his temper until her friends came out to take her off his
hands.
    That was,
until Tammy reached down and grabbed his cock.
    “What the
fuck?”
    “Come on,
Dante. I know you’re always up for a good time,” Tammy purred.
    Disgusted,
Dante forcefully shoved her hand away from him, not caring when she lost her
balance and almost fell down.
    “Jesus, is she
for real?” Brix asked as he tossed his cigarette aside and made a quick grab
for the woman, holding her upright.
    “Get your
hands off me—” Tammy began, then blinked as she finally got a good look at
Brix. Her face softened and she blinked a few more times, working up some fake
tears. “Oh, Noah. Did you see that? Dante pushed me and—”
    “Save it for
someone who cares.”
    Tammy’s
expression hardened. Pride injured, she jerked away from Brix and sneered at
both men. “How dare you treat me this way? Don’t you know who I am?”
    “A spoiled,
rich bitch looking for a quick fuck?” Brix shrugged when Dante snorted.
“What?   She asked.”
    “Like I care
what you think. You’re a nobody,” Tammy scoffed scornfully. She whirled on
Dante. “And you…the only thing I should be embarrassed about is slumming with
you. I thought we’d have a little fun, but I guess you’re too busy doing your little
bartender whore to be with a real woman. Really, Dante. Fucking the help? How
cliché. But then again, I can’t expect any better from a man like you.”
    Dante had
taken a few steps away to head back inside, ready to dismiss her, but he froze
at Tammy’s words. Turning slowly, his face must have shown some of the anger he
was feeling, because Tammy took a cautious step back from him as he leveled a
glare in her direction.
    “If you were a
man, I would kill you for that.” Dante’s voice was low and filled with such
contempt it made Tammy take another step away from