Either DJ was more into me then I had thought-which would be odd seeing as we’d only really just met-or he was a gentleman that believed in protecting any woman’s virtue. Our guard stepped behind the bar, took a beer out of the fridge and popped the cap off on the edge of the wood. I watched as the cap spiraled up through the air and went spinning off along the floor. He took a long swig then taking a chair from one of the tables dragged it so he was sat in front of me, a couple of paces back but he wanted me to know that he was watching me. I turned my head like I was embarrassed by his attention and fell into my thoughts. Perhaps, just perhaps I could use this to my advantage. If he came close enough I could disable him and we wouldn’t have to worry about making so much noise trying to get free. Once the guard was taken out, we could get free, and get out of here and after Seth. I so badly wanted to kick his ass especially for the comment about making me his coronation gift.
