Just as I try to walk by him, he takes a step forward and cuts off my path.
“Can I help you with something?” I ask, trying my best to keep my tone pleasant.
“You’re new.” His voice grates on my nerves for no other reason than it’s coming out of his mouth.
“Guilty.” I smile and try to walk around him. He cuts me off once again.
“Hmm, I like the new ones. They are always so eager to please.” He leans in a little closer, and I do my best to take a step away, but the wall is to my back. I don’t have anywhere to go.
“Sir, I need to get back on the floor. If you need a drink, I’ll be able to help you out there.”
“I do need a drink, but it’s nothing that you can get for me behind the bar.”
I suck in a breath and prepare myself to fight, though even I’m not delusional enough to think I’ll do any damage.
This is the same man from earlier, the gray-haired one who stared too hard. The one with the fangs. A definite supernatural being. If I hit him, it’ll do no more damage than a mosquito.
“You need to leave me alone.”
“Or what? What are you going to do to me if I don’t leave you alone?” He smirks at me again, his fangs on full display.
“I’ll scream. There’s security all around.”
“I’ll be finished before they get here.”
My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest, but I try to keep calm. I don’t want this man to see how much he scares me.
In a last-ditch effort, I push my hands against his chest and try to get away.
I’m almost past him when his hand snakes out from the shadows and yanks me back against the wall.
The shock knocks the air out of me. I catch a whiff of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne.
He pins my wrists with one hand and presses his body against mine. I suck in a breath when I feel his mouth against my ear.
“You smell different,” he growls, and my body trembles in fear.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? What am I supposed to smell like to him?
I twist, try to stomp on his foot, but he’s ready. He moves away and squeezes me tighter. Pain blossoms in my wrists, and I open my mouth to scream. It’s not like anyone will hear me, though.
Surely this can’t be how I end my first day on the job.
Just as his head starts to dip toward my neck, there is a blur of motion, and the weight is gone.
The man is yanked away from me and thrown against the far wall with a thud.
A man dressed in all black, with short inky hair and tattoos on his arms, steps between me and the man who was attacking me.
“I’ve been waiting all night for some excitement,” my savior mutters.
I don’t need to ask who he is. Everything about him screams royalty.
My first night on the job, and I’m being saved by the King.
Chapter
Three
