Chapter 9
Carter
I watch her navigate the crowd towards the hall where the ladies’ room is, but I lose her after she weaves through a handful of people. But I do see her draw in on herself, pulling away from everybody she needs to pass. I stand to follow her, wondering if she’d feel uncomfortable finding me waiting for her outside the door.
Especially after the douchenozzle that somehow got into the VIP section and made her visibly uneasy. I’d rip that fucker’s arms from his body if he tried to touch her again.
A bit of urgency pushes me to find her friend to see if she wants to wait for Amelie instead. I see the bright white of her tissue-thin top as she pivots and makes a break for the front door.
“Where is she going?” I ask myself, muttering under my breath.
I don’t want to seem like I’m following her aggressively, so I stand frozen in my spot, completely unsure of what to do.
Sudden vibrations against my ass make me jolt as I remember her phone is still in my back pocket. And mine is in hers.
Damn it. What do I do?
I don’t want her to feel pressured, but I don’t want her to get away.
“She’s not Cinderella, Ortiz. Pendejo.”
And now I’ve started talking to myself. This is getting out of hand.
Shit. That might be what happened with Amelie.
If the night was too much… if I was too much, I want to apologize.
I need my phone.
And she’ll need her phone if she wants to leave.
I really hope she doesn’t want to leave.