Page 23 of Facet

His dark eyes stared at me as the music thumped around us. My heart seemed to pound in time to the beat.

“Thanks,” he replied in a cold, emotionless tone. An odd smile lifted one corner of his mouth and a chill washed over me. His gaze trailed over me, pausing on my tits. He leered and I visibly shivered. He looked old enough to be my father which made it especially weird to me.

Lips pressed flat, I nodded. I reached up to push the loose tendrils of hair off my sweaty brow, causing my short T-shirt to lift. As I turned to check on my next table, an iron-like grip on my wrist drew me short. “Hey!” I snapped with a glare. “No touching the staff!”

He used a single finger to lift the side of my shirt, then dragged it along the waistband of my shorts. “You sure grew up to be a pretty little thing,” he murmured.

Of course, it was my luck that all of the RBMC brothers that were there had stepped out back for a smoke break. The bouncers were occupied with an argument between two drunk patrons. That left me alone with the creep.

I jerked away from him and hurried to the bar where the guys had just taken their seats.

“You okay?” Sabre asked when I placed my tray down with shaking hands. Soleil, his ol’ lady, was next to him and cast her concerned gaze my way.

“No,” I barely got out from between my frozen lips.

“What happened?” He was immediately on his feet and scanning the room.

“That guy at table twelve,” I told him, unable to look back there because the guy had given me the creeps.

“No one there,” he murmured.

I spun. Sure enough, the guy was gone. A sigh of relief left me.

Sabre took a step, I assumed to go after the guy, but I grabbed his arm. “It’s okay. He’s gone.”

“What did he do?” Sabre asked.

“Nothing really. He grabbed my wrist and lifted the side of my shirt and ran a finger along the top of my shorts. It just gave me weird vibes, and I didn’t like him touching me like that.” Then there was what he said. At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but the more I thought about it, it almost sounded like he’d known me when I was young.

The question was… how young?

“He shouldn’t have touched you at all.” Sabre frowned as he took his seat again and pulled out his phone. “If you see him come in again, I want you to let one of us know immediately. Okay?”

“Sure,” I replied as I nodded. Then I saw him pulling up Facet’s number. “Sabre, don’t call him! It was nothing. I’ll tell him about it when he picks me up.”

Sabre huffed and shook his head. “He’s gonna be pissed.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. “He’ll be fine.”

Soleil gently touched my hand as I grabbed my next order. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I shivered but gave her a small smile. “I’m good. It was just a weird interaction. You know?”

She gave my hand a light squeeze and released me.

For the rest of the night, though the guy never returned, I could’ve sworn someone was watching me. It was the most bizarre thing I’d ever experienced and sent chills up and down my spine. By the time I got off, I was so on edge I was jumping at every little sound.

“Hey, babe, you about ready?” I heard right as someone touched my elbow.

I screamed and almost dropped my water bottle I was filling behind the bar. Okay, it was a squeak of a scream, but I looked like a moron, and I was embarrassed as hell. Heart racing, I slapped my hand over my chest.

“What the hell?” Facet asked with a deep crease between his brows.

Sabre sidled up and pointedly cocked a brow at me. His dark hair dropped over his forehead, leaving him looking boyish instead of intimidating.

I rolled my eyes with a huff and proceeded to tell Facet about the weird guy at table twelve. With each word I spoke, his scowl grew darker and darker.

“You’re sure he didn’t come back?” Facet asked in a deceptively calm voice.

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