By: Sarah Curtis

She decided to go back to their table in the VIP section. Maybe Steph waited for her there. She felt warm. She lifted a hand to her forehead, it came away damp. Too many bodies in one room raised the heat factor, no matter how large the room was. She took another long swallow of her water. Their table was empty, so she sat, pulled out her cell, and texted Steph her location for when she was ready to leave.

The waiter came by, and she ordered another water, still thirsty even though she finished the last one. She started feeling slightly dizzy. She pulled her phone out of her bag and checked the screen. Still no word from Steph.

As she struggled with the cap on her new water bottle (which she thought was strange in a distant sort of way), a shadow fell across the table. She looked up and saw bar guy.

"Are you okay?" His voice sounded distant as though talking through a tunnel.

Alexis covered her cheeks with her hands. She was so hot.

 "Come on," bar guy said, pulling her up by the arm, "let's go outside and get some fresh air."

Fresh air sounded good. She staggered as she reached for her bag. Then she giggled. For what? She had no idea but something was damn funny. Bar guy laughed with her has he put his arm around her waist and steered her toward the exit.

* * * * *

 Jack downed a shot of whiskey before stepping away from the bar. He was pissed. Sabrina was getting on his last nerve. She had known the score before he fucked her. He'd made it perfectly clear. One time and one time only. He never went back for seconds.

His eyes did a scan of the club, looking for Alexis. He couldn't believe it, when he saw her standing at the bar almost as if his thoughts had conjured her up. He'd been thinking about her all week. He didn't understand why he couldn't get her out of his head. He stayed away from the casino this past week but couldn't stop himself from setting her photo as the screen saver on his phone. He was constantly hitting the power button, so he could see her face. He knew his actions were boarder-line crazy. She was under his skin, and he needed to sleep with her to get her out of his system. Now, he just needed to convince Alexis, that fucking him was a good idea. He smiled at the prospect of that conversation.

He did a scan of the club again, still looking for her. There she was, sitting in the VIP section. As he made his way to her, he saw that asshole from the bar approach her table. What the fuck? He had his hands on her, and she was laughing. Something wasn't right. She was staggering as if drunk, but she only drank water earlier and (his eyes scanned the table she was at) there was only a water bottle on her table now.

Jack moved swiftly through the club. He was only a step away, when he lunged, grabbing the asshole's arm and pulling him to a stop. "What the hell?" He tried to extract himself from Jack's grip.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. Where do you think you're taking her?" Jack squeezed tighter on the guy's arm, barely holding onto his anger.

"That's none of your damn business. The lady wants to come with me. Fuck off." He tried pulling at his arm again, but Jack wasn't letting go.

Jack reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped a button then held it to his ear. "I have trashed that needs to be removed," he said, into the phone. "In front of the VIP section. Good." Jack slipped his phone back into his pocket. "What did you give her?"

Jack held onto the guy's arm tighter has he tried to pull away again. "I didn't give her nothing, man. Let go of my fucking arm."

During the scuffle, the asshole lost his hold on Alexis. Jack grabbed her arm to keep her upright. She tipped her head back and looked at him.

"Hey Jack," she smiled, before swallowing, hard. "I'm not feeling so well."

"I know, sweetheart, I'll take care of you in a minute," Jack said, rubbing his thumb along the soft skin of her arm.

"Like hell, you will. She's coming home with me."

Four security guards walked up to them. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Cole?"

"This guy drugged her drink. I want him taken to the security office and the cops called. I'm taking her upstairs. I'll have a doctor check her out and have blood drawn for evidence."

By the time Jack finished speaking, the guy started to panic. Realizing how much trouble he was in, he ripped himself away from Jack. Jack pulled Alexis closer and tucked her to his side as the four security guards encircled the asshole to haul him away.

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