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"One's for you, babe." He smirks as he only takes one.
"Oh, thank you," I say, not sure if we're allowed to accept drinks.
"Here's to tonight," he says, downing his shot. He stares at me, waiting for me to drink.
"I'm not sure if I’m supposed to drink with guests."
"Drink it," he says. I down it, and he chuckles. "Good girl. I like it when you're good and obey."
"Sorry, what?" I say, staring at him, my eyes wide. Had he just said he likes it when I obey?
"I like it when you obey." He chuckles again. “You’re a good girl.”
"You don't know me," I say, wanting to run away.
"But I'm about to get to know you," he says, as his hand snakes around my waist and reaches down to my ass. He squeezes my ass through my skirt and then whispers in my ear, "Ten grand."
Is this man seriously asking me if I'll sleep with him for ten thousand dollars? I take a step back. "No." I shake my head.
"Twenty thousand?"
"I'm not sleeping with you for any amount of money."
He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh, I'm not propositioning you for sex, honey. I want your panties."
"What?"
"I want your panties. Twenty grand. Slip them off for me right now, stuff them in my mouth, tell me I'm a bad boy, and I'll give you twenty grand."
My heart is racing. What sort of freaky-ass place am I in, and am I crazy for not immediately whipping off my panties and giving them to him? Twenty grand is a lot of money. Twenty grand would change my life, yet I don't know that I'd be able to wake up tomorrow morning and feel the same way about myself if I did such a thing.
"And if you whip off that bra as well," he says, leaning toward me, "I'll make it fifty grand."
"I don't think so," I say, shaking my head, trying to ignore the voice in my head screaming at me.
His expression changes. "What are you saying, slut?" He grunts. "You think your panties and your bra are worth more than that?"
I look around in shock. Had this man just called me a slut? I can’t believe it. Who does he think he is? I’m ready to tell him off when I feel his fingers on my waist, sliding down toward my skirt. I reach down and squeeze his hand hard.
"Stop it. Now," I say, looking at him.
"What?" I just want to see if those panties are wet."
"Excuse me?" I glare at him.
"If the panties are wet, then I'll make it a hundred grand. Why? You don't want a hundred grand?" He looks me up and down. "I'll even let you sit on my face afterward."
"I'm not giving you my panties or sitting on your face," I shout at him and push him away from me. He’s about to grab me again, but before I know what's happening, there's someone next to me, grabbing the man by the collar.
"Listen to the lady and back the fuck up," a deep voice shouts, and I freeze as I look over to the side.
It's Jackson, and he looks furious. I can’t stop the shiver that takes over my body. Fuck. Why is this man always showing up everywhere? Even though I'm grateful he's here to save the day again, I don't know what to say. I don’t need him to save me. I was going to take care of this myself.
“Huh?” The creepy dude recoils.
"I said, leave the woman alone."
"I just made an offer to buy her panties and…"
