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The drink lands in front of me, and he takes the last of my cash. And then he walks away, and though the view is as good as the front, I’m almost distraught about him leaving.
I turn around, sipping my drink, and scan the crowd. I have to make this drink last. Just enough to look like I belong here. I glance down at my bag and discreetly shove it back against the bar. I can’t afford to look homeless.
I spot an alpha watching me. He’s not big, but he’s got an intensity that is almost scary. With a smirk in his direction, I turn back to the bar, casually popping up a foot. My boots are cute as hell, my ass looks great. All systems are go.
So, why do I want to put my coat back on, ring up Aunt Auggie, and cry?
The atmosphere of this bar is very elegant, but also very masculine. The room is dark but polished to shine. There are mirrors behind the bar and bottles of booze lined up. There’s a dance area, plenty of tables, and a stage.
I’m not sure if this place is a club or a bar, but it seems to be a strange combination of the two. The lights are low, and they are flashing pink, white, and blue spotlights on the dancers.
It’s nice. I glance up at the mirrored wall of alcohol, wondering how much it costs.
It would be impossible to miss the inferno of heat that leans over me. I suck in a breath and hold perfectly still. He’s not touching me, but he’s so close it wouldn’t take much.
“Have you heard of personal space?” I say, turning my head only enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. He’s a blurryshape looming over me, but I don’t feel threatened. Maybe I should. Strange.
“I’ve heard of it. Never much cared for it, though.” His voice is a soft drawl that goes straight into the spank bank.
I have never been turned on by just a voice before.
A huge hand slides down my shoulder along my upper arm, stopping before he hits my elbow. It’s a completely innocent touch.
It sets my body on fire.
It’s hard to breathe this shallow. As soon as I take a deep breath, my back presses against his chest. He rumbles. An actual rumble that I feel through the places where we touch.
I close my eyes and will my self-control to return.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
I look down, trying to find some equilibrium, some willpower, and he vanishes from my mind in an instant. I scramble away from him, crouching awkwardly, searching for my bag. But it’s gone as if it was never there.
I whip my head around, searching through the crowd, looking for anyone with my backpack. All my clothes are in it. My money. The last of my food.
The guy has vanished, but I’m almost in tears. What can I do? Ignoring everyone, I rush back and forth along the bar, looking between people’s feet and searching to see if I can see it.
When I can’t, I realise it’s been stolen and panic. The room spins, and I’m frozen still in the middle of everything, while it all turns into a blur.
Only one thing stands out clearly. That guy I was looking at before, the one with the dangerous aura. He’s a big guy in a tight black t-shirt, and I rush towards him like he has all my answers. When he turns slightly, I see the words written across the back of his shirt saying ‘Security’.
“Help me, please.” The words tumble out of my mouth.
He turns back to me and raises his eyebrows. He’s got one golden eye and one pale blue one. I just have enough light to make that startling discovery. It makes him look even more dangerous. His hair is styled in silver and violet streaks, and when he smiles, it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“What do you need?” he asks, and now that I have his full attention, I’m wishing he was anyone else. I’d even take the drunk guy because he’s almost as good looking as the guy at the bar.
“My bag,” I manage to force out. I blink rapidly, trying to shove this vision out of my mind and focus on what’s important–all my worldly belongings.
“I’m going to need a little bit more to work with than that, love.”
I clench my teeth and point to the bar. “My bag was stolen. Please, help me.”
“All right, when did you last see it?”
“I was standing at the bar drinking my drink, and it was by my feet.”
“Did you go to the toilet or-”
