The thing about Dirk is he's sexy as hell, but dangerous too. Women want to sleep with him; men want to be him; and everyone is slightly afraid he's going to kill them. I've known him a couple of days and have been witness to incredible kindness, but I've also seen him wrestle a bear.
But I've never seen him scarier than he is right this second, focused entirely on Wade's hand latched around my arm.
There really should be theme music as he marches to the table. One of those big drums playing, at least.
"Take your hand off of her," Dirk says. His voice is impossibly low. Commanding. "Now."
Nobody in the restaurant is eating. The waiters stop serving. We're all waiting to see what Jake Storm is going to do next. "You want my butter knife?" I ask him.
"Nah, I got this," he says.
Wade's
