Nikita screamed Kyle’s name as the man fell back against a table, glasses full of alcohol shattering as they hit the floor. The music stopped as everyone exclaimed in horror.
“When she said don’t touch her, she meant it,” Kyle growled, his back to Nikita.
Pam appeared out of nowhere, her face anxious and worried as she looked at Kyle and then at Nikita.
“He wanted to be the one to take you home, so I called him since happy hour was ending. I didn’t think he’d go all macho man the moment he entered the bar,” Pam muttered apologetically. “We need to stop him.”
Nikita nodded moving forward to do just that.
Stacey looked at Kyle from the far right, her eyes as wide as saucers. She’d never seen her boss so livid.
“We were just having fun,” the perverted man retorted, trying to stem the b
