Page 9 of Accidental Attraction

“Here. We’d better get going.” Liam threw the packet with our photos in them on his desk before standing up. I could tell Mr. Parsons was getting on his nerves as well. Following his lead, I stood up. I felt the ugly fat man’s eyes on me, and I turned and caught him staring straight at my ass. Not caring anymore, I slammed my hand down on his desk. I pushed away the pain that was radiating up my arm as I glared at him.

“If you keep staring at my ass, I will come over there and pull your dick right off. Then I will leave you to explain to your wife that you are a disgusting pig who gets his jollies looking at young engaged women,” I hissed at him. With a death glare at him, I moved away from his desk, grabbing Liam’s hand and pulling him out of the room with me. As we passed by the girl at the front, I looked over at her. “I suggest you find another job instead of working for a dick who can’t keep it in his pants.” The girl’s jaw hit the floor, and I entered the elevator.

It felt great finally saying something to someone as disgusting as that man. Working at the bar and having guys undress you with their eyes and say crude things to you was terrible, but not being able to say anything back was worse. We were just supposed to ignore them, unless they got handsy. Then one of the guards like Tom would come over. I grinned to myself as we rode the elevator down.

“Damn, I didn’t know you had that in you,” Liam said suddenly. I looked over at him and saw him staring at me with a look of awe and almost fear. “Remind me to never get on your bad side. I want to keep my balls attached.” I laughed along with him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t let it slide. I’ve dealt with plenty of guys like him at the club, and it felt great to finally say something back.”

“Men like him really stared and said stuff to you while you worked?”

“Of course. Working at a strip club, you are more than likely to get looked at, get commented on, and sometimes touched. Comes with the territory,” I said, shrugging.

“That’s not right,” Liam said, his voice hard.

“It’s fine. We had guards stationed around if things got out of hand. It’s not a big deal.”

“I cannot believe you worked there,” he muttered softly, but I still heard him. The elevator dinged, the doors opening. Leaving the lobby, we walked toward the car. “Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

Liam flashed me a grin, and we slid into the car. He immediately took off down the street.

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