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visiting way too often this evening for her too thin, bulimic body. Even from this distance,
he saw her sway on her feet. The guy chatting her up seemed to be taking full advantage
by groping her while he pretended to help keep her steady.
 Excuse me, Mick said to the small group he was talking to and made his way across
the room.
By the time he got to Tanya, the guy had his hand up her skirt, in full view of all the
other guests and the press, and Tanya wasn t in any shape to fend him off. Mick
suppressed the urge to deck the guy as he approached and stood in front of them.
 Buddy, you want to get your hands off her? Mick asked, leaning in close to make sure
he was heard over the party noise.
 What s it to you? You her boyfriend or something? The guy sneered, his lips pulling
back in almost a feral parody of a smile.
Technically, Mick had no dog in this fight. Tanya had never been his girlfriend, only the
occasional partner in bed. But she was a colleague and a woman an inebriated woman
 who deserved more respect.
 She s drunk, and you re out of your fucking mind if you think I m going to let you take
advantage of her. He stood up to his full height and wedged into the man s personal
space.  Why don t you crawl back into the sewer and leave her alone?
The guy seemed to contemplate hitting him, but the determination in his eyes faltered
when Mick butted in even closer, pressing chest to chest with the guy and forcing him to
look up at him. Mick made sure his expression was deadly serious thank you, John Dark
 and the guy took it seriously and slinked off with a nasty backward glance and a rudely
thrust middle finger.
 Tanya. You okay? He placed his glass on the bar and took the one she had in her
hand and set it down next to his.  I think you need to call it a night. Press is crawling all
over this place.
 What do you care?
 I don t, but I doubt you ll want pictures of you getting felt up by some loser all over the
tabloids tomorrow. He guided her toward the door, nodding his greeting to everyone
who waved at them while he scanned the crowd for her assistant. The little blonde was
usually up Tanya s ass all the time, but now she was nowhere in sight. Figures.  I think
you need to take a break.
 I don t want a break. The pout in her voice was almost cute but completely wasted on
him. Her helpless female routine and her D-cup breasts kept men drooling over her, but it
had only ever pissed him off. He liked her better when she was acting her part of
capable, smart sidekick in the Dark movies.
 Do you have a key to your room, Tanya?
She sagged against him when he had to shift her to one arm in order to reach the
elevator button. He waited for the doors to open, then manhandled her into the car. The
doors closed behind them, and he hit the button for their floor. Her room was a few doors
down from his.  Tanya? You have your key?
 Yeah. She leaned on him, her arms around his neck, and he suppressed the urge to
push her away. He didn t like this one bit, didn t like the fact another woman was hanging
all over him when he d promised Piper to avoid this very situation. He d pour Tanya into
her room and get back to the party for the next couple of hours.
 Where is your key? he asked, hoping he didn t have to take her to his room to wait for
a porter to come up and unlock her room. No. He would prop her next to her door on the
hallway floor before her let her in his room. That he didn t want to ever explain to Piper.
 It s in my bag. She waved the little purse in front of his face.
He dug around until he found the card slipped into an outside pocket. Palming it, he
waited out the exceedingly slow rise to their almost-penthouse rooms.
The elevator finally stopped on their floor, and the doors opened to an empty hallway.
No reporters or other guests were around to witness this little scenario. Thank God.
 Come on, Tanya. We ll get you to your room, and you can sleep it off. He hefted her
closer, arms around her waist as she continued to snuggle against him. He stepped up his
pace, suddenly anxious to get this episode over.
Her door came up quickly, and he juggled Tanya, who was now starting to revive
herself, and the key. The door swung open, and he guided her inside, flipping on the
lights in the suite. She had the same room he did, a good-sized sitting room with a
seating area, minibar area, and a separate bedroom with an en suite bath.
He dumped Tanya on the sofa. She glared up at him, her irritation almost comical on a
face surrounded by an elaborate hairstyle and glamorous makeup.
 I wouldn t drink any more tonight. He backed up, anxious to get out of here as soon
as he could.  I ll see you in LA.
 Why don t you return my calls anymore? Tanya asked, her voice blurred by liquor and
genuine confusion.
 Tanya&  Mick groaned at the turn in the conversation. He didn t want to have this
conversation with her ever. He was never good at this. He didn t have to be, since
everyone knew the rules and played nice when they weren t on his speed dial any longer.
This was hard.
 No, Mick. She rose from the couch, only a little unsteady since the anger blazing in
her eyes appeared to sober her up better than any coffee.  We were good together. We
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