“Wait, you two know each other?” Randi looks from me to GTR in shock genuine enough for me to think maybe she doesn’t have a clue what kind of scum she’s trying to pick up tonight.
“Well enough,” GTR says to her before turning to me. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight, though, Cannon. Thought you were working at that fancy club of yours. I think it’s about time for me to put in a new membership request. Should get bumped to the top now, yeah?”
He’s alluding to the truce that our fathers struck earlier this week, but he should know better than to breathe a word of that shit in a place like this. Then again, GTR has never struck me as intelligent—just brutal.
I curl my arm around Drew’s waist and pull her into my side. “Go ahead. Waiting list hasn’t gotten any shorter since last time, but you can try.”
“You don’t want to be a member of that stuffy club,” Randi says with a wink at GTR before shooting me a sharp look. “They don’t let in women like me.”
“Their mistake,” GTR says to her. But even with Randi’s tits nearly falling out of her shirt, he still cuts his gaze to Drew, and I swear he’s one step away from drooling.
Randi doesn’t miss his shifting attention as she straightens. “So, what brings you here tonight if you’re supposed to be working, Cannon?”
“Couldn’t keep my mind on work, so I thought I’d track down my beautiful distraction.” I squeeze Drew against my side, making it clear to GTR that she isoff-fucking-limits.
“Oh my God, that is too freaking precious. Drew, seriously. How did you not fuck this guy?” Randi squeals as she reaches for her drink.
GTR’s eyes light up like he’s been handed the keys to the kingdom, and I want to strangle Randi Brown. Drew freezes beside me, and I guarantee she’s wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.
While I’m working out something to say, Drew presses harder against me.
“Jesus, Randi. You know I’m a fifth-date kind of girl.” She glances up at me from under her lashes, and I’m stunned at what a good actress she is. “I did appreciate all the orgasms, though. What do you say we get out of here and have dates two through five all in one night?” Drew bites down on her lip, looking earnest and sexy and innocent all at the same time.
“Well, fuck. Who could turn down that kind of offer,” GTR says. “I’d ride her all night—”
I rip my gaze away from Drew’s to cut him off. “Shut your fucking mouth and have some goddamned respect. Obviously, your father didn’t teach you shit, but you’d think you’d have learned some by now.”
His glare is filled with enough acid to strip paint off a car.
“Fuck you, Freeman. You think you’re better than me. You and your old man ain’t nothing but—” GTR manages to stop himself from saying the one thing that could get him killed faster than anything, talking shit about Dom. He turns and speaks to Randi instead. “What do you say we get out of here, sexy?”
Drew tenses at my side, probably wanting me to stop her friend from going with him, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Randi’s a grown woman and she doesn’t take orders well, which is only one reason I wouldn’t hire her.
The woman in question smiles seductively. “I’m going to bang you like a drum, bad boy. I need a little danger to spice up my life. Let’s go.”
“Randi—” Drew says, but Randi shakes her head.
“You know I’m a first-date kind of girl, and Mama needs to get some tonight.” Randi hops off the stool and wraps herself around GTR’s side like climbing ivy. “Catch you on the flip side.”
The pair walk out of the bar arm in arm, and I lock my fingers around Drew’s to keep her from going after them.
“Why did you let her leave with him?” she demands as soon as she cuts her attention from their retreating backs to me, fear for Randi written all over her features. “He’s bad, right?”
“Which Randi clearly picked up on, and she went anyway. What do you want me to do?”
Drew presses her lips together and doesn’t answer right away. In her silence, I look at the abandoned table and the untouched martini sitting on it.
“This yours?” I ask her.
She nods. “Randi ordered another round when I got up to answer my phone. I didn’t make it back to the table to drink it.”
“And while you were gone, GTR showed up and hit on your friend.”
“Yeah, so it seems.”
“What kind of drink is this supposed to be?” I pick it up and sniff.
“Dirty martini,” she replies as her top teeth bite down on her bottom lip.