Chapter Eleven: Human Caught in the Headlights - Gabriella

I freeze with my hand on the door handle as every libidinous thought quickly exits my brain. I slowly turn to face my former seducer with distrustful eyes.

“What did you just call me?” I ask.

He quirks a bushy but sculpted brow, “Gabriella?”

“How the hell do you know my name?” I ask accusingly as the redhead looks between us in amusement, taking a shot of tequila and downing it like it was water.

“I asked around,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“Bullshit,” I clap back, crossing my arms over my chest.

The look of shock on this man’s face is as if no one has ever dared speak back to him. Well, he’s in for a rude awakening. I don’t care if he has the body of a 28-year-old Adonis with hair whiter than pure amphetamines.

“Why exactly do you think that’s bullshit?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

“Because we have a code here, no one on staff refers to anyone by their real name and we sure as fuck don’t go handing out each other’s personal and private information to strangers. It’s a safety