Page 79 of Nails
The taller of the two leaned back in his chair, eyes raking over her in a way that made her skin crawl.
“You know, sweetheart, you’d look even better sitting on my lap while I drink it.”
Riley kept her expression smooth, though every instinct wanted to roll her eyes hard enough to create enough momentum to propel her straight out of the conversation.
“Sorry, that’s not part of the service,” she said, setting the last drink down.
As she leaned in to gather the empty glasses, she felt the unmistakable brush of fingers trying to slide under the hem of her skirt.
Her spine went rigid, and she straightened instantly.She glared at the man who had made the earlier comment.
“I suggest you move your hand, before I move it for you.”
The man laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all night, but his friend’s grin was meaner.
“Relax, sweetheart, we’re just having some fun,” he said, but his tone was sharper now, testing her.
She leveled her gaze at him.“Fun doesn’t involve you putting your hands where they don’t belong.”
The taller one’s smirk soured, and before she could step back, his hand shot out—not up her skirt this time, but he gripped her wrist hard enough to make her tray fall out of her hand.
“Let go,” she said in warning, ready to break his grip.
He squeezed once, hard enough to make the message clear.
“No, way, baby.I dropped two grand for some private time with you,” he told her as he licked his lips.
Riley’s pulse spiked.She tried yanking her wrist from his hold, but he didn’t budge.She glanced around, looking for a bouncer, but of course, one wasn’t there when she needed one.
She looked back at the guy.“I think you have me confused with another person.I don’t do private entertainment,” she told him and tried to pry her wrist from his hold.
The guy pushed his chair back and stood.His hold on her wrist was still firm.Even at her five-nine height, he towered over her.
“Look here, bitch!”he snarled at her.“You are going to give me what I paid for.”
Riley jerked backward as if his words had smacked her.Was this guy being serious?Who the fuck did he think he was?She had no idea what he was talking about when he said he paid two grand for her.She didn’t accept any money for that kind of thing.And she never would.
“I’m not giving you anything,” she bit back.“If you want to play with something, then might I suggest that you stick your disgusting hand in your pants and play with that small dick of yours.”
For a split second, satisfaction bloomed in her chest seeing his shocked expression.Well, at least until it disappeared and was replaced by something darker.
“You little—” He surged forward, his hand snapping out so fast she barely registered it until the back of it connected with her cheek.
White-hot pain bloomed across her face, the force snapping her head to the side.She staggered a step back, one hand flying to her cheek, the sting radiating down to her jaw.
Before she could react, he pulled her into his body, his hands landing on her ass, and he thrust his crotch against her.
Riley was disgusted and tried to push him off of her, but he was a big guy, full of muscle and fat combined.Her attempt to fight him off seemed only to make him more aggressive.
“Get off of me!”she shouted, but the music was loud, and it drowned out her pleas.
“You're mine,” he said, as his arm snaked around her waist in a crushing grip.
“What?!Let go of me!”
He didn’t.Instead, his other hand clamped hard over her mouth, muffling her cries for help, as he started dragging her toward one of the rooms.
Riley dug her heels in as panic surged through her veins.She couldn’t let him get her alone in one of the rooms.
