Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas, #2)(52)

“Aw, Mandy, we’re just playing around,” Clay said. “We weren’t really gonna do nothing to her. Were we, Joe?”

Joe smiled at me, but released my arm. “Of course not. Just talking to her, that’s all.”

Mandy looked at me and smiled warmly. “Anna, right? You’re Cowboy’s friend?”

I nodded silently, though I was pretty sure Cowboy and I weren’t friends after I’d slapped him in the middle of the dance floor.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure these two don’t bother you anymore.” Mandy gestured to her brothers who were still in a stare-down with the stranger who had stepped in to rescue me. “Come on, fellas. Let’s leave Anna and her…uh, friend alone now. You two have caused enough trouble for one night. It’s time to go.”

Clay grumbled under his breath as he followed Mandy toward the door. She stopped a few feet away, apparently realizing Joe hadn’t moved from his position. “Joe! I said it’s time to leave. Come on, or you’ll be walking home.”

Joe slowly backed away from the dark-headed man, though they were both still eyeing each other. I breathed a sigh of relief as the Barlow clan disappeared out the front doors, then turned to the man standing beside me. “Thank you for stepping in. That was very sweet of you.”

“No problem, ma’am.” He winked at me and offered his arm. “You seem a bit shaken up. How about I buy you a drink and show you the proper way a man should treat a lady?”

I considered his offer carefully. He seemed like an okay guy, but the last thing I wanted to do was lead him to believe that a drink would turn into anything more. I wasn’t interested in pursuing a relationship—casual or otherwise—and was happy to go home alone.

Okay, so maybe that was a lie. No one wanted to be alone. Not really. I’d spent a lot of time alone after my mother died and wouldn’t wish that kind of isolation on anyone. But the thought of taking off my clothes and bearing my soul to a complete stranger wasn’t very appealing, either.

So maybe I did want some companionship, after all. Just not with him. Unfortunately, he was the only one offering me anything at the moment. I couldn’t very well say no without coming off rude, could I?

Things had worked out in his favor with the brothers, but they easily could’ve taken a nasty turn if Mandy hadn’t stepped in when she did. The Barlow boys didn’t come off as deep thinkers so I doubted they’d have outsmarted this guy, but they definitely would’ve outnumbered him. The least I could do was have a drink with my rescuer.

“Okay, sure. Let’s go get that drink.” I smiled and laced my arm through his, allowing him to lead me away.

He ushered me to an isolated corner table at the back of the bar. I slid into a chair against the wall, expecting him to sit in the one across from me. Instead, he pulled it around and sat beside me, so close that his blue-jeaned leg rubbed against mine.

Politely, I shuffled my chair over an inch and shifted my leg away from his, though there really wasn’t anywhere else to go. If his goal had been to corner me, then he had effectively carried it out. That alone made me a little antsy, but I tried to play it cool.

As he flagged down a passing waitress, I gazed across the room and watched Cowboy take a seat at the bar with his back to me. He seemed oblivious to everything that had transpired moments ago between the Barlow boys and me. It only took me mere seconds to figure out why.

A gaggle of gorgeous, skin-baring ladies flocked around him, smiling and giggling as he spoke to them. I rolled my eyes. No woman was safe. From what I’d heard, he damn sure had never considered any off-limits. That man should come with a disclaimer stamped across his forehead.

Then I grinned, considering how his disclaimer would read.

Warning: appendages of this virile male are under constant pressure. Prolonged exposure to him may result in rash behavior, absurdity, coarse language, doses of immaturity, and occasional fainting. This man may not be suitable for women of any age. Batteries not included…or needed.

“You got something going with him, huh?”

Startled, I tore my gaze from Cowboy and shifted it to the man sitting beside me. “Um, no, I…well, not exactly.”

“Hmm. That’s too bad,” he said sarcastically. Then he stealthily slid his hand onto my thigh. He might as well have palmed a hand buzzer the way I jumped. “Whoa, calm down, honey. I won’t bite.” He shrugged his brows suggestively. “At least not unless you want me to.”

“I’m sorry. I think you misunderstood my intentions. I’m not available.”

He winked slyly at me. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. That’s what makes this so much fun.”

Befuddled by his comment, I pushed his hand off my leg and started to stand. But before I could, he grabbed my wrist, pulled me forcefully against his chest, and locked his repulsive lips onto mine. He tasted of sour liquor and smelled like cigarette smoke, which made me want to gag. I pushed against him, but he wouldn’t let go. So I dug my nails into his bicep and bit him.

Finally, he released me. The *.

“There,” he said, taking a quick glance over my shoulder. “That should do the trick.” I raised my hand to slap him, but he stopped me by grabbing it before it made contact. “Hold up, sweet lips. We’re still waiting on the last party guest to arrive. Wouldn’t want to start the show without him. Don’t worry, though. He’s on his way.”