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“What drinks you after now?” I smile at him, and one hand goes around my waist as he pulls me to him. I feel his tiny cock, which is hard, touch my belly, and I try not to be sick at the thought.
Disgusting.
“Come home with me. I’ll tip you again.”
“That’s a no, sir. Now, what I can get you is any drink you desire.” I go to pull away again, and he keeps me in his arms. Just as I’m thinking of kicking him in the balls, his hand is off me, and he cries out in pain, rocking back.
“She asked you to…remove… your… hand.” Mr.I like to dress in all black and ask you weird questions on top of being a totalbabeis tightly gripping my customer’s hand.
“Let him go,” I tell him.
My customer, who is clearly drunk, starts swearing, but the man pays no attention as he stares at me while holding Mr. Handsy’s arm in a vice-like grip.
“Do you want me to break his hand?”
“No. Now drop it.” My mouth hangs open in surprise, especially when he does as I ask, and the groping dude pulls his hand to his chest.
“Fuck! I was only having fun with her. What does it matter to you? She’s a whore anyway.” I watch as Mr.I like to dress in blackturns his focus on my customer. He steps toward him with nothing but venom in his eyes. A smart woman would never get in the way of a man who can glare at someone like that—as if he could kill you in the blink of an eye.
Maybe he can for all I know.
I quickly put myself between them and touch his chest, tapping it with my hand. “Come on, big man, let’s get you a drink and back to your table.”
His eyes flick to me, and he steps back. “You willnotcome back over here again.” I huff at his words, and he locks eyes with me and leans in, growling. “Or I will kill him for touching you.”
Ah, what?
His words shock me.
To the damn core.
So much so that I stare at him, speechless, like some school girl.
“Zuko, come on, man. Let’s drink. We’re celebrating,” Grayson says.
Zuko.
It can’t be.
Can it?
But how many other people have that name?
It’s unique, right?
Zuko steps back again and goes to leave, and I follow, watching him from behind as he walks to his table, but I keep heading straight to the bar.
What are the odds that he could be the same Zuko who calls me?
Slim, right?
I mean, he could live anywhere in the world.
So what are the chances we live in the same city?
And are now in the same room?
Slim?
