A Target's Love

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Without waiting for an answer, or saying another word, Elizabeth walked away from the man who'd just helped her. She stepped gingerly over Jake's unconscious body, wondering how one man could do so much damage. Jake was usually the one who came out on top in these types of situations. He was a successful MMA fighter who enjoyed dabbling in illegal cage-fighting, which was one of the reasons he'd never gotten her father's approval.

She made her way over to a waiter carrying a tray of fresh cocktails. She grabbed the entire tray from his hands and left to find a table, ignoring the wry look on the man's face. When she finally sat down, she wasted no time in throwing back glass after glass and soon felt herself get dizzy at the alarming rate with which she downed the ice-cold liquid.

"You know, if you keep drinking that much, you're going to be living in the ladies' room before long ruining your pretty face."

Crap, she'd forgotten he was here. "That's my problem, not yours."

"At least talk to me. I mean, I just helped you out. You didn't even say 'thank you' or 'hi'."

"Maybe I don't want you to bother me." She said.

She was being unreasonable. The man had just knocked Jake unconscious because of her! The least she could do was say thank you. Even if she didn't want to.

She looked at Javier Quinton begrudgingly. "Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it. Now leave me alone. Please."

He grinned, but she tried not to take any notice of it. "There we go. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

She didn't answer, instead downing another cocktail.

He lightly touched her shoulder, and she stiffened and turned to glare at him. Shaking his hand away, she said, "I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"Stop drinking so much so quickly. You're going to regret it."

"It's never done me much harm before," She shrugged.

"Who was he?" Javier asked, his voice hardening slightly as he swiftly changed the topic. Turning slightly and peeking up at him through her lashes, she could tell he was struggling to keep his face pleasant. He looked. . .irritated.

"That's none of your business."

"He said you were his girlfriend?"

"I thought I made it perfectly clear that I hate him." Her voice was harsh and bitter.

Why is he so nosy, anyway? She thought, rolling her eyes internally.

"What did he do to you?" He pressed.

She looked up sharply, anger overwhelming her. Why couldn't people listen when you told them to stay out of your problems?

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I do know I asked you to leave me the hell alone. Very politely, might I add. I did say thank you, and I have nothing else to say to you." She snapped loudly, earning a few turned heads.

She knew his kind. She definitely knew his kind. The tall, well-built, charming kind with eyes that could draw you in. The kind who preyed on damsels in distress. They reeled you in and then broke your heart. Just like Jake. They were all alike.

"One last thing: will I get the job if I leave you alone?" He asked, his tone playful. His eyes bored into hers. He seemed unfazed by her outburst.

What harm could it do? He looked like the rich, spoiled type, anyway. She was sure he wouldn't last a day in the position he wanted.

"I think I already told you that HR will contact you."

He didn't answer, for at that same moment, they were approached by a tall, beautiful blonde wearing a red low-cut gown. The woman ignored her and hung on to Javier's arm. She stretched up slightly and kissed him lingeringly on the lips.