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“Yes.” A man who looked to be in his fifties with greying hair responded. “Over here, sweet thing.”

“Here’s your steak.” I placed a slab of meat on the table. “Medium rare as you requested, and here’s your drink.”

His eyes had caught a spark in them when I looked up. “Why don’t you pour it out for me, darling.”

I willed myself to move, despite the sudden stiffness in my muscles.

A trick I had learned from Sylvie was to always keep my body in line with the light and to lean instead of getting close, but the man was seated at the left corner of the table, an area shielded from the lights by the shadows from the stage.

I managed to put enough distance to be safe without seeming disrespectful.

But the distance was hardly enough. I felt a hand at the back of my thigh when I bent to pour the drink.

A line of hairs raised at the nape of my neck and my arms, but I remained steady, taking great care to not show any form of discomfort.

I had long learned the men had very fragile but inflated egos and hated to not feel wanted.

But this man wasn’t like the others. He didn’t want a lingering touch to satisfy his curiosity, he wanted to cup a feel.

Feather brush turned to a palm at the bottom of my ass and I jumped before I could stop myself, and watched in horror as the wine I spilled rolled from the table to drop onto his well-pressed suit pants.

“I’m so sorry, sir. It was a mistake.”

I was expecting him to create a scene and demand that I be thrown out as I’ve seen one of them do, but he smiled. “That’s okay. You can always lick it off my dick.”

My blood ran cold. My brain could hardly form words and my throat closed around the few I could think of.

“Or…” his smile widened. “You could get on the stage and show me a bit of that sweet ass.”

The combination of a whistle and a low laugh reminded me of his company.

“I'd prefer the dance. She shouldn't be serving with a body like that. Are they trying to bait us?” The bald one with a distended stomach spoke.

“Definitely the dance.” The last one chimed in. “You can have her on your cock after we’ve had a taste.”

His tongue darted out, sweeping over his lower lip in a way that made my skin crawl.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen.” I tried to sound confident despite the small steps I was taking backwards. “The rule says I’m only a server.”

“Nonsense.” Silver hair spat. “The rule is whatever we say it is.”

I glanced around the room, trying to find Alexei or Eyepatch. My agreement with them was simple and clear. I served and that was it.

“Looking for someone?”

“Maybe she wants to change into something more accessible.”

“Nah. She’s best this way. It’ll feel great to watch those layers fall off to reveal that sweet body of hers. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

I jumped when a hand grabbed my ass. That was my clue to leave.

“Thanks for the flattery, gentlemen, but my job is a bit different.”

I turned to leave and was stopped by a strong hand wrapping around my wrist.

“I didn’t say you could go.” Silver hair’s tone had lost every bit of playfulness in it and a cold glare replaced the spark in his eyes.

His companions watched in amusement. We were beginning to draw attention. The VIP lounge was not a very big area and it was only a matter of time till everyone was involved.