Free Breach: The Boxset by K. I. Lynn Page B

center-of-attention-hating, stupid, ugly…” I choked as the words began swirling in my head. I tilted the rest of my drink back, trying to drown them out.
    “Okay, enough.” Andrew took the glass out of my shaking hand. “I think it’s time to get your drunken ass home.”
    I let out a whimpering sigh. “I drove.”
    “You definitely aren’t driving. I can take you,” Andrew said.
    Nathan’s fingers dug into my thigh, and I could swear I heard him growl. “I can take her home.”
    Everyone at the table turned to stare at him, myself included.
    I couldn’t hold back the laughter that escaped. “Oh, Caroline, I forgot to tell you.” I placed my hand near my mouth to block people from hearing as I whispered across to her. “The asshole lives in my building!”
    “You know I can hear you, right, drunkie?” Nathan quirked his brow at me, while his fingers caressed my thigh. It was a dangerous thing to do in the company we were keeping, but I loved it.
    I turned to him, contemplating what to say in response. He was distracting me again, not that it was a hard thing for him to do. “Do I look like I care?”
    “Don’t hold back on me now, Palmer. Let it out.”
    Fine. He wanted to play? My drunk ass would play. “I was going to go into great detail on where to stick it, but thought it might be a little too rough for our party here.”
    Ian laughed. “Oooh, Lila’s getting surly.”
    “Surly wench. That’s my name.” I gave a half-hearted smile.
    Nathan smirked at me. “I’m going to call you that from now on.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “Bite me, Thorne.”
    “You are so fucking asking for it,” he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding up under my skirt.
    “Alrighty!” I jumped, startling everyone at the table. “I need…home. Who’s taking me?”
    Andrew turned to me. “I can, babe.”
    There went Nathan, glaring at him again. “I live in the same building. Why waste the gas when we’re going to the same place?”
    And pissing contest round two, commence!
    I had to try to pull their attention away from each other. “Asshole has a good point.”
    “Would you stop calling me that?” Nathan’s face turned red and a vein pulsed at his temple. His jaw flexed as he exhaled in a rush.
    “Nope. You threatened to call me ‘surly wench’ at work. If that’s the case, I have every right to call you ‘asshole.’”
    “Are you sure you’re okay to go home with him?” Andrew asked, his eyes locked on mine.
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The tone of Nathan’s voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
    “I just thought you’d want to stick around and pick up someone for dessert,” Andrew answered with a smile on his face. It was becoming obvious they didn’t care much for one another.
    Nathan sneered at Andrew. “No, thanks. I’m full.”
    “And on that note,” Caroline piped in.
    “On that note, I’m calling it a night and taking ‘drunkie’ here with me.” Nathan scooted out of the booth so I could get out.
    “Well, it’s been fun, all!” I added. “Drew…good to see you.”
    I had turned to leave when Andrew’s arms wrapped around me. “You call me if you need anything, okay? I’ll always be here for you. You know that, right?”
    “I know, Drew.” I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “See you.”
    Nathan led me through the club, his hand wrapped around my wrist as we worked our way to the entrance. It was a silent walk to his car as most of my concentration and energy was focused on walking straight. He held open the door to the car like a gentleman, and I slid in.
    The tension was thick in the car, and I didn’t have to look at him to know he was riled up. I just hoped he didn’t explode before we made it home.

CHAPTER 8
     

     
    We pulled up to our building, and I stumbled out of the car. My body lit up at his closeness, then I felt his hands on me, hoisting me up in the air and over his shoulder.
    “Nathan, put me down, damn