She would have spotted the guy inching toward her a mile off. He was attractive. By all means, he was very attractive, but her taste buds were dull after having just met Adam’s insanely hot brother. Plus, this guy looked like the type that thought his drink meant he should get something in return. She wasn’t up for that anymore, not when she had Adam. It felt kind of nice actually.
“Nice choice,” the guy said, finally moving close enough to her to brave speaking.
Chyna smiled sweetly up at him and tried to imagine what he would look like sweating in gym shorts. Yeah, no, not even close . He wasn’t fat exactly, but he could afford to lose some weight around the waistline and bulk up those shoulders.
God, could shoulders get much better?
Stop!
She wanted to kick herself. She couldn’t think about John like that, and she certainly couldn’t start comparing people to him. Just because he was hot and built and nice and — Stop!
Okay, calm down! Breathe in, breathe out . This was stupid. She clearly needed to drink more. Her mind was all f**ked- up.
“You…uh, come here often?” he asked next.
Chyna almost snorted at him, but she was too busy trying to down her martini to drown away her vision of John’s tattoos.
She had Adam, and Adam was sexy in his own right. Plus, she was dating him. No one else was able to handle her shit.
“I guess that’s a yes,” he responded, answering for her.
“Yes.” She put down the martini and then glanced at her bartender.
“I can get the next round,” he offered.
“That’s really quite alright,” she said, turning him down with a smile.
“You here with a boyfriend or something?” he asked as if that was the only reason it would make sense that she would be turning him down.
“Not tonight,” she said as a dismissal, taking the next martini placed on the bar.
“I’ll have whatever she’s drinking,”
the guy said to the bartender, laying down a hundred dollar bill.
She almost rolled her eyes. Was that supposed to impress me?
Chyna sipped on her martini, wanting any excuse to get away from this guy. Why did he think he even had the right to be in her presence? Guys were so f**king irritating. Couldn’t they take a hint?
She was off in her own world when the guy’s hand trailed down the side of her arm. She glared up at him. “What are you doing?” she asked, pulling her arm back.
She did not want him touching her.
“You want to get out of here?” he asked, looking ridiculous as he took a sip of his martini. “I have a suite at the Plaza right now. It’s got your name written all over it.”
“No,” Chyna said exasperated. “What could possibly give you that thought? You don’t even know my name.”
“Come on, baby,” he slurred.
Ah! He was wasted. He hid it well.
“I’m not your baby, and I’ve politely told you no. I’m not generally polite,” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“You’ll have a good time,” he continued.
“Of that I’m certain,” she said sarcastically. She dropped her half- finished martini back on the bar and motioned to her bartender that she was through. She had a circling tab at the bar, so if she had to leave, they could just bill her. It was her favorite thing about this place.
“Where are you going?” the guy asked when she started walking away.
“Get a clue!” she yelled over her shoulder.
Chyna pulled her touch screen cell phone out of her purse to shoot off a text to her driver. She was sick of this place and needed a change in venue. If she stayed, she was sure that drunken ass**le would press his luck. She was supposed to be safe tonight.
She hit Send on the phone and was about to put it away when the screen lit up with a strange number. Because she had reached the edge of the club and was already pushing through the double doors into the silence, she answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Chyna, it’s John.”
Chyna stumbled in her high heels, knocking into the bouncer. She actually stumbled. She had been wearing high heels since she was twelve. She could be rip-roaring drunk and didn’t miss a step in these things. The bouncer caught her easily, giving her a look like she needed to get her shit together before he released her.
“Adam gave me your number and said you might be out tonight,” he continued.
“Uh…yeah, hi,” she muttered. “He mentioned that.”
“So, Adam’s working late and can’t hang out. You doing anything?”
“I’m just leaving a bar. Did you want to meet somewhere?” she asked.
Yes, Adam had told her to hang out with him, but what was she doing? She couldn’t be alone with this guy. Hello?
Bad idea? Yeah, nice to hear from you.
“I’m not meeting friends until later,”
he said.
“Me either,” Chyna said, sliding into the backseat of her town car as soon as the door opened. “Adam said you might need a ride. I’m already in my car. Do you want me to come pick you up?”
“Is he trying to get me drunk?” John asked with a laugh at the end.
“Sounds like him,” she responded, waiting in her car.
“Sly bastard. Alright, yeah, sounds perfect. I’ll text you the address.”
“Great.”
“It’ll take me a minute to get ready.
You can have the attendant let you up to the top floor.”
Chyna handed the address over to her driver, Carl. He nodded, already knowing the building. Just looking at the address, she knew that it wasn’t a far drive. He lived in a nice part of town and on the top floor. Global had to be paying alright for him to afford a penthouse. She would love to peruse it and compare it to her own.
God, she just wanted to f**k Adam’s brother. She would have laughed if it weren’t so messed up. She couldn’t go over to John’s apartment. There were beds there…and counters…and she was ho r ny. Fuck. She was also clearly teetering toward drunk. How fast had she downed those martinis?
Anyway . She pushed her mind back to the matter at hand—fucking John. Wait, no . Maybe she didn’t even want to f**k him. Well, all she knew was that after only a few short hours, she had already completely pegged him as a bad boy—the kind of guy she would have f**ked in an instant before Adam.