Chapter 92

SCARLETT

"But I do know how to handle your type well," he whispered into my ears. His breath was hot against my ear. I moved away immediately and turned to search for Finn. He was no longer at the door. 

Shit. I'll have to take care of this myself. 

I was teetering on the edge of hitting this man across the cheek and pouring this drink on his face, but I remained still, holding back on the little ounce of civility I had left. 

I turned to look at him with a salty smile, aware of the barman's gaze on me. He had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this. Fuck him.

"Don't you think it would be a good idea to fuck off?"

He laughed. "Playing hard to get, are we? I know your type. You love being chased."

Ignoring him was the best option, so as he spoke, I gulped down the contents of my glass, pushing it back at the barman. "More, please,"

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Your boyfriend doesn't seem to be here,"

"He's