“Stop, or I’ll make you shut up.” Yohan bites out each word.
Eloise raises her chin, feeling her emotions change. She needs to pull off a huge lie.
“You don’t scare me,” she says, holding her gaze steady on his.
“I should.” A few of the guys rise to their feet, ready to step in.
She smiles sweetly. “You’ll never fill that chair the way he does.” She tosses her napkin on the table. “Excuse me, guys.”
She makes her way down the hallway. Her high is quickly replaced with the fear she said she didn’t have.
She looks down at her wobbly legs and runs smack into something hard. She snaps back but gets jolted forward into the arms of the biggest, scariest tattooed man she has ever seen.
His arms are huge; he looks like he bathes in steroids. He is tatted up from his smoothly shaved head,
