Lexi swallowed. Okay, that had her imagination running overtime. Her wild, out of control, under-sexed, dirty imagination. Jeez, the guy could move, she had to give him that. He had a way of shifting his body with an economy of movement that might give the impression of laid back, but she knew better. He moved precisely and with purpose. And he was lightening fast.“I had it under control.” She muttered.
“Yeah? Looked like you were taking care of it from where I was.”
She took in a deep breath. The oaf had taken her unawares grabbing her like that and her heart was still pounding a mile a minute. And she wasn’t talking about the oaf laid out moaning on the floor.
“Do I look like a damsel in distress? I didn’t need to be rescued, so—”
“Like I said, that’s not what it looked like. In fact, I’d go so far as saying it looked like you needed some help.”
“You think this makes up for you being an asshole earlier?”
He probably expected she’d be all over him in gratitude. Yeah, like that’d ever happen. She didn’t do simpering well.
He leaned down closer to her and frowned. He pointed to the figure rolling onto his side on the floor. “That guy had you trapped in a booth. You didn’t want to be there. I took care of it. Nothing more, nothing less. A polite thank you could have done it.”
Polite? Coming from him? That was rich.