little and gazed at her intently, making her blush when he dipped a little lower. No one stood this close for no reason. Maybe — just maybe — he saw something in her beside a flailing idiot he had to save. "I hope you didn't have more than one. That would be foolish."
Sophia blinked, wading through the slight dizziness inching in. "No, just the one. Why?"
"You might not want to know what was in it." He cocked his head.
Sophia paled. "What do you mean, like drugs?" She felt her breath go out of her.
James smiled at her distress. "No, it just carries a punch."
"Well, good thing I only had one."
"Yes," he decided, leaning back, and with a slight smile to his lips, "that's a very good thing." He redirected his interest to the bartender and ordered a drink.
With their drinks in order, he showed her to a tall, empty table by the wall. The lights blurred and Sophia blinked her eyes in effort to reduce it.
"Okay?" James gave her hand a squeeze.
"Yes," she said, but the room moved in her peripheral vision. "Just perfect."
"I can get you a glass of water if you'd—" James's gaze snapped in someone's direction mid-sentence and Sophia saw a man passing who smiled at James. James gave a nod in his direction in return. The tall stranger with ink black hair wore an immaculate suit. He slid his eyes to Sophia, and then he changed course and came straight for their table. He was a head taller than Sophia, and his just-out-of-bed hairstyle suited that handsome face just right.
"Now, who's this?" He took her hand and kissed it, lingering a beat too long, all the while keeping his startling green eyes trained on hers.
A brief flicker of irritation crossed James's features. "Eric, this is Sophia."
"Sophia," he mirrored. "Pleasure."
"Likewise," Sophia said, releasing her hand from his and his smile widened.
A movement made Sophia's head swivel its way, and when seeing a duplicate of Eric, she had to blink a couple of times, wondering if Hell acted up. The mirror image of him stopped on her left side, and she briefly noticed James looking anything but impressed with the good-looking duo showing up.
"This is just perfect," James said defeated.
"Archer, lovely to see you too!" The other twin grinned at him. "Have you been hiding this one from us?" he asked, settling his brown eyes on Sophia. "I'm Lucas." He held out his hand, and Sophia introduced herself.
"You have to come to Nova one day," he said, and Sophia frowned, never having heard of the place. "I'm sure James would love to take you." A trace of amusement shone in his eyes.
"Nova?" Sophia asked, directing her focus to James. "Is that a new place?"
Eric chuckled. "It's been around for a while," he cut in. "But it's not open for everyone. It's a bit like Irony, you could say, but with better music and better drinks. And better people."
"Oh, okay," Sophia nodded, "sounds like fun."
"It's a very fun place." Eric's green eyes glinted, and she watched him curiously. He squeezed her waist, making her gasp. "You'd be popular there."
"Eric, fuck off." James's bark made her jump, and Eric eased closer to Sophia.
"James, don't scare the girl." Eric turned all of his attention on her, leaning in close. "He likes a little submissive, you should know," he whispered by her ear. "He's going to spank you, and have you beg him to fuck you until you can't think straight."
She drew in a raspy breath, clutching the table's edge from the dizziness caused by the twin's words, the alcohol, or a mix of both. James was between them in a flash, shoving Eric away. "If you want to keep your limbs, you'll stay the fuck away."
Eric grinned, adjusting his clothes back to its pristine condition. "Nova will always have you crawling back, you know that James. You can never have normal."
"Excuse my brother, guys," Lucas cut in, moving to Eric's side. "He doesn't handle tequila very well."
Sophia watched the twins head over to a table where two women stood. They immediately poured all of their