Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I don’t really believe he would deliberately put me in danger, though. He may have been a
crappy boyfriend, but surely he’s not that much of an asshole.
Once I’ve told the man on the phone which club I’m at, I try to go back through the door I exited
out of, but it turns out it doesn’t go both ways.
Shit.
I walk over near the bouncer and lean over the rope to get his attention. “Excuse me.” His hard
gaze meets mine. “Hi. Um, I was inside with my girlfriends, it’s my best friend’s bachelorette party—
I’m the maid of honor. I had to step outside to take a phone call, but now I need to go back in and tell
my friend I have to leave. Can I slip back inside real quick?”
He shakes his head. “No can do.”
“But… I’ll only be two minutes. I just need to run in and tell my friend—”
“If you want to get back through this door, you’ll have to wait in line like everybody else.”
Shit.
“All right. Thank you,” I murmur.
I turn around to face the road, sighing into the phone still pressed against my ear.
The line has been silent for so long, I half-expected the man on the other end had hung up and I
just hadn’t noticed, so I’m surprised when he suddenly speaks again.
“Do you typically thank people for giving you an answer you don’t like?”
Frowning faintly at his question, I explain, “I was being polite.”
“Was he?”
“He was only doing his job. I’m the one who walked outside without thinking to ask if I’d be
allowed back in.”
“So it’s your fault,” he murmurs, sounding more interested than I would expect him to.
“Actually, it’s yours,” I tell him.
He sounds surprised. “Mine?”
I nod, forgetting he can’t see me. “You called me on the phone—who does that but psychopaths?
And you sounded so bossy, I was unnerved. Ordinarily, I would’ve asked before I exited if I needed a
stamp to get back in the club, but…”
“I unnerved you,” he says, sounding almost pleased at the notion.
That should unnerve me, but there’s something calming about the man’s voice. There’s a
confidence, a capableness I pick up even without ever having met him. “How do you typically
respond when people give you an answer you don’t like?” I ask.