Griff could even get her ass there.
She glanced at Griff and met his gaze; simultaneously, they rolled their eyes and then bit back their grins. It was nice, actually, a little moment of comaraderie, after more than two weeks of Siberian-level chilliness.
Selena had been furious with Griff for talking to Luke about her, and she’d let him know it in no uncertain terms. He’d been apologetic almost to the point of groveling, but she’d had exactly none of it. They’d worked together, of course, but she’d been even more reserved and silent than she had been before.
Griff had tried everything he could think of to get her to talk to him, to warm up to him, but she’d ignored his advances. He told Luke that he’d really fucked it up this time, and the other man had advised him to wait it out.
So this shared eye roll and tiny grin from Selena were the first signs for him that maybe he was on the road to being forgiven. Maybe even trusted again. Yeah, he’d broken her confidence and he knew that – but Griff also now knew for sure that something was wrong. She’d as much as said so to Luke that day at the track, and all Griff wanted was for her to let him in again so he could help her.
“Boomer and Mark weren’t kidding, huh?” Griff said now in a low voice. “She’s plastered.”
“Yeah,” Selena whispered back. “I wondered why they peeled the hell out of here at the end of their shift like the devil himself was chasing them. Now I know. I mean, they said she was leglessly drunk, but not that she was half-naked.”
“Ummm-hmmmm.” Griff stared across the room at their client, who was dancing by herself whilst wearing a sheer teddy, spilling her martini all over the floor. “Should we call Dallas?”
“And say what, exactly? That Diana’s drunk again?” Selena shrugged. “We’ve guarded smashed clients before, Griff. Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass and they usually end up puking on our shoes when we hustle them to the bathroom, but Diana’s got to get to this thing tonight.”
“Yeah, I know.” Griff sighed. “OK, let’s roll. Get her to the bedroom and get her ass dressed.”
“Man,” she groaned. “This is going to be a long, long twelve hours.”
“No goddamn kidding.”
**
Two hours later, Griff pulled up to The Cave, flashed his I.D. at the bouncer. The guy waved him through to the club VIP parking.
Selena was in the back seat with Diana, trying to convince the woman to hand over her phone. She’d been trying to convince her of this for the past ninety minutes.
“Diana, look.” Unbelievably, Selena’s tone was still measured and patient. “You know that when you’re drunk, you lose all judgment about social media. We’ve talked about this, and I know that Dallas has talked to you about it, too.”
“Yeah,” Diana slurred. “He’s sooooooo hot, you know?”
Selena blinked, ignored the assessment of Dallas, who, in actual fact, was scorching hot. He was also very, very married to Olivia Jameson – now Olivia Foreman – an incredible, smart, gorgeous woman.
“Anyway,” Selena carried on. “I think you should give me your phone, OK? I want to be sure that you’re not removing your privacy settings on Facebook again. You know that after a few drinks, you sometimes open up your location information so anyone who follows you can see where you are.”
“God,” Diana huffed. “I’m in a club ! At a private event ! I’ll be in the VIP section with you and Gorilla Boy up there watching my back. Nobody’s gonna be able to get to me here!”
Griff gave Selena a quick glance in the rearview mirror and they grinned again.
Gorilla Boy? Damn, she’s drunk.
“You don’t know that,” Selena said patiently, ignoring the insult to her huge partner for now. “Besides, they can always wait outside for us to leave.”
Diana scowled. “I just wanna have some fun.”
“And you will,” Selena assured her. “Tonight will be great, OK? Just give me your phone so I
She glanced at Griff and met his gaze; simultaneously, they rolled their eyes and then bit back their grins. It was nice, actually, a little moment of comaraderie, after more than two weeks of Siberian-level chilliness.
Selena had been furious with Griff for talking to Luke about her, and she’d let him know it in no uncertain terms. He’d been apologetic almost to the point of groveling, but she’d had exactly none of it. They’d worked together, of course, but she’d been even more reserved and silent than she had been before.
Griff had tried everything he could think of to get her to talk to him, to warm up to him, but she’d ignored his advances. He told Luke that he’d really fucked it up this time, and the other man had advised him to wait it out.
So this shared eye roll and tiny grin from Selena were the first signs for him that maybe he was on the road to being forgiven. Maybe even trusted again. Yeah, he’d broken her confidence and he knew that – but Griff also now knew for sure that something was wrong. She’d as much as said so to Luke that day at the track, and all Griff wanted was for her to let him in again so he could help her.
“Boomer and Mark weren’t kidding, huh?” Griff said now in a low voice. “She’s plastered.”
“Yeah,” Selena whispered back. “I wondered why they peeled the hell out of here at the end of their shift like the devil himself was chasing them. Now I know. I mean, they said she was leglessly drunk, but not that she was half-naked.”
“Ummm-hmmmm.” Griff stared across the room at their client, who was dancing by herself whilst wearing a sheer teddy, spilling her martini all over the floor. “Should we call Dallas?”
“And say what, exactly? That Diana’s drunk again?” Selena shrugged. “We’ve guarded smashed clients before, Griff. Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass and they usually end up puking on our shoes when we hustle them to the bathroom, but Diana’s got to get to this thing tonight.”
“Yeah, I know.” Griff sighed. “OK, let’s roll. Get her to the bedroom and get her ass dressed.”
“Man,” she groaned. “This is going to be a long, long twelve hours.”
“No goddamn kidding.”
**
Two hours later, Griff pulled up to The Cave, flashed his I.D. at the bouncer. The guy waved him through to the club VIP parking.
Selena was in the back seat with Diana, trying to convince the woman to hand over her phone. She’d been trying to convince her of this for the past ninety minutes.
“Diana, look.” Unbelievably, Selena’s tone was still measured and patient. “You know that when you’re drunk, you lose all judgment about social media. We’ve talked about this, and I know that Dallas has talked to you about it, too.”
“Yeah,” Diana slurred. “He’s sooooooo hot, you know?”
Selena blinked, ignored the assessment of Dallas, who, in actual fact, was scorching hot. He was also very, very married to Olivia Jameson – now Olivia Foreman – an incredible, smart, gorgeous woman.
“Anyway,” Selena carried on. “I think you should give me your phone, OK? I want to be sure that you’re not removing your privacy settings on Facebook again. You know that after a few drinks, you sometimes open up your location information so anyone who follows you can see where you are.”
“God,” Diana huffed. “I’m in a club ! At a private event ! I’ll be in the VIP section with you and Gorilla Boy up there watching my back. Nobody’s gonna be able to get to me here!”
Griff gave Selena a quick glance in the rearview mirror and they grinned again.
Gorilla Boy? Damn, she’s drunk.
“You don’t know that,” Selena said patiently, ignoring the insult to her huge partner for now. “Besides, they can always wait outside for us to leave.”
Diana scowled. “I just wanna have some fun.”
“And you will,” Selena assured her. “Tonight will be great, OK? Just give me your phone so I
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