“Kinky,” I mutter as I lift my head and meet the eyes of the three men from the show. It’s their table, and they are all watching me. The blond-haired one with the blue eyes looks concerned, the light-brown-eyed one with luscious brown hair is smirking, and the dark one is glaring at the officer whose hands are clearly feeling me up as he states it’s for a weapon search. He even sticks his hands under my shirt. The prick.
