“Of course.” Sliding out of the booth for her, I look over at Andrew who is not even hiding his disapproval.

“You’re fucking shitting me?” He leans back in the booth. “Well, I guess I don’t need to ask how things are with you and Rachel.” He shakes his head, mumbling into his drink.

“We’re fantastic.” My eyes follow her tight ass as she exits the bar; then I reach for my own glass of bourbon and slam it.

“I need to go,” I say tersely.

“Of course.” Andrew shakes his head. Not that I give a shit.

I weave around people, my mind on autopilot.

Livid.

Not sure if it’s more at Raven or myself. She came here to get fucked.

Fucked.

By a stranger, and I’ve been using my hand? The fuck is wrong with me? Bringing out my phone, I text Iain to bring the car up front. I’m done. My head is pounding. Heaven help her when I find her, considering the mood I’m in.

I turn the corner, and there she stands with her credit card in her hand at reception. A blond moron in a suit stands smiling at her. Apparently, she thinks she’s getting a room.

“There you are, sweetheart.” I walk up and slide my arm around her. She stiffens but stays quiet. The moron behind the long marble counter looks completely disappointed.

“Sorry, we won’t be needing the room. I just got a phone call.” I smile down at her.

She hesitates, then clears her throat, reaching for her card.

“Let’s go.” My hand digs into her hip and I move us away.

“You fuck,” she seethes. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“Keep walking, my love, if you know what’s good for you,” I growl into her ear. My hand leaves her hip to take her cold hand. I don’t trust either of us right now, but I have no intention of dealing with any of this until we’re alone.

Iain pulls up, just as we exit, and the warm night air caresses my face. I jerk open the car door and look down at her.

“Get in, now.” My voice sounds flat. My eyes take in her flushed cheeks, dipping down to her hard nipples.

She shakes her head but obeys, sliding into the back as I follow.

Neither of us talks. Our energy is almost stifling in the car. I want to shake her, kiss her, fuck her so hard she will never think of another man’s cock.

Ruin her.

Then I’ll toss her away. Because she went to get fucked by a stranger. Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I look out the window. The pretty houses of Beverly Hills swirl by, one after another, all trying to compete for best-in-town status.