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“I want to fuck you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Direct.”
“I’d pay you too, if that’s what you want.”
Alright, I’m tired of this conversation. I glance over at Whisper, who’s watching intently, his face a mask of barely contained rage. Um. Okay, that’s hot. He tilts his head as if to ask if I need backup, so I subtly shake my head.
“I’m not a prostitute,” I say firmly. “And I’m leaving the table now. Happy birthday.”
He grabs me again. “No.”
Before he can see it coming, I reach out and grab his balls, squeezing and twisting until he squeaks in pain.
“Get your fucking hands off me before I call the bouncers over.”
He raises both hands in surrender and I release him.
“Not cool, dude. Not cool. Cross the line again and you’ll earn yourself a no-entry ticket.”
“He’s just having fun,” one of his friends complains. “Take it easy.”
“Rules are rules.”
“At least take your drink,” birthday boy says. “I bought it for you.”
I lift the glass but have no intention of drinking it. “Thank you.”
I’m a few feet away when someone behind me taps my arm. I swing around, ready to scold someone again, but the concern on the customer’s face disarms me.
“Wouldn’t drink that,” he says. “I saw them pour something into it.”
“What?”
He nods. “Yeah. They had their heads together and then I saw them pour some kind of powder into it. I kept an eye out to see what they did with it, and they gave it to you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
I walk over to Whisper. He stands immediately.
“I didn’t intervene. Figured you could handle yourself.”
Smiling, I pat his chest. “I can. That customer told me those boys slipped something into my drink before I got to the table.”
His face creases with anger. “What?”
“Yeah. He said he saw them and then watched to see who they tried to give the drink to. I’ve got it.”
Whisper looks past me. “They’re watching us. Give me the glass.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Teach them a fucking lesson.”
“Don’t get kicked out for causing trouble, please.”
Whisper grins. “Don’t worry about me, sweet.”
