Page 14 of Filthy Dirty Dom
“Alex—"
With one look at his bodyguard, Alex communicated his message. The bodyguard instantly wrapped his arm around Leslie’s waist and carried her toward the entrance.
“Stop!” she yelled.
“Please, Ms. Duke. Let me get you outside. I’m already losing my job as it is but let me go out with at least some dignity, please.”
That stopped her from struggling. “Where have you been?”
“I—I was in the bathroom. Then I got a drink. Club soda.”
“Aren’t you always supposed to keep your eyes on me?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what?”
“I thought Mr. Samuels said he had close eyes on you. By the time I reread his text and saw that wasn’t the case, well, shit had already happened.”
They were almost to the front door. Leslie looked over her shoulder and saw Alex leaning close to David, who at least now had his feet on the floor. Alex pushed David in the chest and said something to him before he started walking away.
Relief filled Leslie until she heard the bodyguard say, “Your date is an even bigger idiot than I am.”
“What?” The dimly lit club seemed to blur in front of her as Leslie watched David, consumed by drunken rage, wielding a beer bottle to strike Alex in the head.
“Alex,” she screamed.
Before his name was out of her mouth, Alex swiftly turned, his reflexes lightning-fast and almost effortless, and clasped David’s wrist, twisting it and forcing him to drop the bottle. Alex expertly took David down with two swift and precise shots, leaving him passed out on the floor.
The club's bouncer, who had already reached them, attempted to take control of the situation, but Leslie couldn't tear her eyes away from Alex. Her emotions were a whirlwind of fear, relief, and confusion. David had transformed into a violent stranger before her eyes, and Alex Samuels had come charging in like a white knight to save her. After the bouncer and Alex had words, Alex strode toward Leslie.
“Bring her outside,” he snapped to her bodyguard.
“Yes, sir,” the man said. He released his hold on Leslie, however, evidently knowing she would follow Alex willingly. Once they were outside, Leslie stepped in front of Alex.
“Alex—”
Alex held up his hand. “I’m not mad at you, Leslie. You have every right to be here.” He turned to her bodyguard. “Elvis, you’re fired.”
“Yes, sir.”
Leslie winced. “He misread your text. He thought you had eyes on me.”
“I should have,” Alex said. “That was my mistake. But he’s fired anyway.”
“Alex—”
“Do you have anything to say?” Alex asked Elvis.
Elvis shook his head. “Just I’m sorry, sir. I’ll keep training. And hope with my next job, I’ll do better.”
With that, the bodyguard left. Alex pulled out his phone and as Leslie watched, he called Luke, his second in command while Alex’s brother Lee was on leave. Alex explained the situation, and told Luke he would take her home. After he hung up, he said, “Do you want to say anything to Doctor Dickhead before we leave? Because he’s never coming near you again.”
At his commanding voice, Leslie shivered. She looked toward the entrance of the club, where the bouncer was dragging a now conscious David out the door.
David somehow managed to look contrite. Weakly, he called to her. “Leslie, I’m sorry.”
She turned back to Alex. “What’s happening to him?”