“Okay, you saw it. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here?” I glance around the crowd at the bar, hoping I spot someone looking for him. “Are you here alone?” “Not anymore,” he growls with a slur. His hands brush my hips. “I want a lap dance.” Chills race down my spine. He must see the panic in my expression because he leans in, putting his mouth next to my ear. “A private dance.”
