Legal Action (Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles) by Kimball Lee Page A

bar and was told it was on the top floor. A line of people waited outside the bar but she walked right up and said she was with Alexander Bly and they welcomed her in. The music was loud and pumping and a DJ was shouting, “Welcome to the Skye Lounge!” She went to the bar and ordered a vodka martini and she could hear her cell phone ringing in her purse. She answered it and before Bly could get two words out she said, “Forget me, Bly. I’ve moved on.” She turned the phone off.
                  The bartender was yelling over the din, saying that he still had her pictures on his wall. Two men moved closer to her as she leaned against the bar and drank the martini quickly.
                  She knew Bly would find her, he’d surely heard the pumping music. Two arms appeared from behind and encircled her as they rested on the bar, pinning her.
                  “Your beautiful round ass is showing,” a man’s voice whispered hotly in her ear, it was vaguely familiar.
                  She twisted to face him, ready for a fight and met crystal blue eyes in a sexy Nordic face, blonde hair sweeping to his chin. She smiled and their arms went around each other as he lifted her against him.
                  “Jorgen, where did you come from? I thought you were someone else, no fair sneaking up on me.”
                  They laughed as people buzzed around them whispering, but they didn’t care, they were happy to see each other. They moved to a round booth tucked in a corner, sat close together and talked of what their lives had once been and what they had become. He said they should start over, that he was wrong to have been such an ass about her career; he knew she was excellent at her work and he was proud of her. She said she kept a special place in her heart for him and the innocent love they had shared, but she was not the same person any longer. More than that, she confessed, with the liquor coursing in her veins, she’d fallen in love. He asked why she was in Vegas all alone, looking like a Goddess, drinking martinis in a night club.
                  “I don’t know if it can work out,” she said, “one minute I think he loves me and then I’m not sure. It all happened so fast, I want to be with him more than anything, but what if it’s just the heat of the moment? He doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to love and I need to feel secure before I give my heart away.”
                  “Charlotte,” Bly stood looking down at them. They were too close together for his liking. He’d watched them from across the room, leaning in close, whispering and laughing; Charlotte’s hand brushed Jorgen’s hair off his face with too much familiarity.
                  Jorgen stood up, offered his hand, “Alexander Bly, it’s been a while, nice to see you. What are the odds, running into my little Chari and you in the same night? I was just telling her I’m playing in San Francisco tomorrow, the Forty-Niners, and she might want to come along.” He noticed that Bly’s gaze never left Charlotte.
                  “I’m going with him Bly, go fuck the wicked witch, I’m sure she’s hot to keep her job.”
                  “Charlotte, you’re drunk let’s go to the room, please.” He stepped closer to Jorgen, they stood face to face, his was a mask of fury and his voice made her cringe, “Jorgen, she’s with me, do you understand? She’s not going anywhere with you ever again.”
                  Jorgen backed away and threw up his hands. He looked at Charlotte and said, “Well Chari, I believe he loves you, too, so you’re not in it all by yourself.”
                  Bly’s face softened then and he sat next to her in the booth. He held her against him and whispered, “Charlotte, you’ve put up a good fight to keep your feelings in control. The