Thankfully, everyone returns to their own conversations. But Gray's eyes lock with mine, frustration written all over his face. "Alyssa, what the hell was that?"
I shrug. "What? She started it."
"Gray sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you not start s**t with people here? I wouldn't want to have to kick her out of the club because you started something you can't finish."
"Oh, I could finish it. But I don't look good in orange and my princess needs me."
Gray abruptly stands up, tugging on my elbow. "We need to talk. In my office. Now."
Oh, s**t.
I swallow hard, avoiding eye contact with the guys as I follow him past the bar. The weight of all their stares presses uncomfortably against my back. Nina gives me a sympathetic nod, probably already guessing where this is going. I
