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.

predatory attention. When that thug

her car keys before pressing them into his

"Carry me home, handsome."

completely out of it." Juniper started to do damage control, but David had already scooped Danielle up like

Charrington, where are you going?"

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

this girl? Never even seen him

Charrington," Juniper ventured nervously, "just help me get her

the address," he commanded,

the third wheel? Danielle, girl, you’re really

tried again, "let her crash at my place. Her family

car too. Address. I’ll have someone return your car tomorrow," David said. His tone left no room for argument, so Juniper reluctantly gave him her