It's All Greek to Me Read Free

was to watch over the kids and see that they came to no harm. Her eyes lit on the red marks on Cyndi’s chest, and a little spurt of anger burned in her stomach.
    She turned, moving aside the hovering forms of Terry and Derek. Amy clung to the latter, her eyes huge and wary. Across the room, a man leaned drunkenly against the wall, dressed in a pair of obviously hastily donned pants, the waistband undone, his face slack and devoid of emotion as he watched Harry walk toward him. He was a little taller than she was, obviously of Greek ethnicity, with dark eyes and hair, and what in any other circumstance would be a classical sort of beauty that she would have had to be dead not to appreciate.
    “I don’t know what the hell you did to her to leave those marks, but I feel it’s important to point out that she’s only eighteen years old. Couldn’t you have gotten her out of the room without touching her?” she asked, fighting with the need to yell at both Cyndi and the randy stallion before her. He had to be a guest at the party—for which the band had been brought out at great expense to entertain—but at that moment, Harry couldn’t have cared less if he was the owner of this vast palace of sin; she just wanted to get Cyndi out of there without any further drama.
    “I—” The man blinked at her, swallowed visibly, and shoved himself away from the wall to take a step forward. “The little bint threw herself at me. She was in my bed, waiting for me. I didn’t screw her, if that’s what you’re all hot and bothered about.”
    “Bint!” Cyndi roared, and would have lunged at the man but for the sheet in which she was still tangled. “You bastard! I’m not a bint! Terry, what’s a bint?”
    “I don’t care who tried to seduce whom, you should have known she’s too young. You’re just lucky she’s legal. And obviously, you were playing a bit too rough if you left marks like those.”
    “I’m wounded!” Cyndi cried, grasping at that thought. “He hurt me! He’s a beastly, horrible man who hurt me and abused me! I think I may faint.”
    “You’re not hurt, you little—” The man wisely bit off the word as Harry frowned. “I didn’t hurt her.”
    “Oh my god, I’m bleeding!” Cyndi cried in a dramatic voice, and clutched at Terry. “I need to go to the hospital!”
    “Look, this has gone far enough. I just want you to promise to stay away from Cyndi for the rest of the weekend, OK?” Harry said with an attempt to take control of the situation.
    The man scowled at her. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? I bet you planned all of this with that little bint, didn’t you? What a setup you had, getting your friend there to try to screw me and then pretend she’s been attacked. What’s next? Blackmail? You can just drop that idea, because there’s no way I’m going to fall for your little scheme.”
    With every word, anger built in Harry. Oh, she knew full well that Cyndi was milking the situation for all it was worth, just as she knew that Cyndi had pursued him and not vice versa, but his slander left her itching to punch him in the nose. Behind her she heard the whispered hush of the door opening, but she ignored it, saying simply, “Who am I? I’ll tell you who I am. I’m your worst nightmare.”
    “I don’t know.” He leered in that sloppy way drunks had. “I’m willing to give you a try. Bet you know a few things that your little friend doesn’t.”
    The man reached out and grabbed her breast. Harry saw red again before she knocked his hand away, stomped as hard as she could on his bare foot, and swiftly brought up her knee into his groin. When he doubled over with a scream, she punched him as hard as she could in the eye. His head snapped back, his face frozen in shock and pain for a moment before he fell over backward.
    “What the hell is going on here?” a voice roared from behind her.
    She spun around to behold an absolutely furious man coming toward her. She