Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 11-1

Juniper lunged forward in panic, clamping her hand over Danielle’s mouth before she could dig herself deeper.

"Mr. Charrington, I am so sorry-she’s completely hammered. Please don’t take anything she says seriously. Juniper couldn’t even bring herself to look at David’s thunderous expression as she tried dragging her friend away.

But Danielle wasn’t having it. She broke free and grabbed David’s sleeve, her inhibitions thoroughly dissolved. "You’re way too pretty to be standing around. Have another drink with me, handsome. I’ve already paid for your time tonight."

’Oh god, Danielle, you precious disaster, Juniper’s mind raced. ’Of all the people to drunk-flirt with, you pick the human equivalent of a nuclear warhead?’ She risked a glance at David’s face, which had darkened to dangerous levels.

His usually unflappable friends watched the scene unfold with a mixture of shock and poorly concealed amusement. None of them could remember the last time anyone dared speak to him this way.

David studied the drunk girl before him, taking in her flushed cheeks and wine-stained pout, the sweet scent of alcohol on her breath.

the moment she walked in, something about her catching his predatory attention. When that thug approached her, his hands had

before pressing them into his chest,

"Carry me home, handsome."

to do damage control, but David had already scooped Danielle up like she weighed

Charrington, where are you going?"

the place at David’s signal when Danielle started her drunken rambling. Only his inner

does David have a thing with this girl? Never even seen him with women. And the way she treated

me get her to the

me the address," he commanded, his

and suddenly I’m the third wheel? Danielle, girl, you’re really something else -passing out in some stranger’s arms like

my place. Her

I’ll have someone return your car tomorrow," David said.