EROSYNE; HER BODY, THEIR LAB

ps from my hand and c

e my legs are after standing in heels for eight hours. The Velvet

t belongs to the banker in the expensive suit who's been staring at m

eart," I mutter, sweepi

p jawlines, thin lips spread on his face. "Bold, I like that." He touches my wrist. "Ho

up, wiping my hands on my apron

les, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Sure.

ed makeup and dead eyes and some walk like a pipe is being plunged between their legs. That'

orne is watching from the hallway, his arms crossed over his suit. He's the owner of The Velvet Noose. He doesn't serve drinks. He doesn't chat with

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d beer and regret. I'm count

voice is smooth, bu

ting." I said as I conti

om earlier. He really did meet Gavin to prepare the VIP boot

booth," Gavin says. "

. Juice runs down my hand.

turn to face him. Gavin leans against the doorframe, his shirt perfect, his smile

," I say. "Not o

y. "You're whatev

in the air, hea

d, he's silent. Then he steps forward. Close eno

quietly. "With your attitude. Yo

ove backwards. "Touch me ag

oks at it, The smile I'm gush face sudd

in a cold tone, enough to

n him." My words feel

phone away. "

t. Maybe if other girls were as outspoken and assertive a

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a crate of vodka onto a shelf. The door clicks shut behind me. I don't tur

round as two of his security guys, Mitch and a new one block the exit. Gavin rolls up his sleeves. I'm done for.

. "We've had th

cket. "You think you have a choice." He opens it. Insi

s through me.

the door. Mitch grabs me and slams me into the shelf. Bot

felt it, burning my blood, flesh and bones. Fire. It spreads through my body like lightning, burning everyt

. "You've got two hours. It kicks in fast." I ga

as I staggered, ever

your brain melts down trying to figh

rough. And deep inside me, I felt an unexplainable kind of hea

es slipped from my legs. Scared. Totally screwed. What will become of me? Would my brain melt all at