Chapter 28

She remembered gulping three shots of what the bartender had called "on the house". It wasn't after all everyday a pretty woman confessed she had never been intoxicated before. As much as the throat burning liquid was, it did its job impeccably, even more so that its effects slowly crawled outside the circle of her assumptions. She felt delirious, unreasonably thrilled and instead of seeing the man as a danger, he looked like a walking meat on the stick, deliciously palatable, garnished with his own kind of provocative wrath, the one that evoked all the wrong thoughts at once.

His height easily stood out in the mass of reckless revelers, hands voluptuously sweeping across his body to catch his attention. She smiled when he denied to as much as look at the faces of the owners of hands that tried to evade space that did not belong to them. His gaze though undoubtably promised punishment, alcohol quickly told her to not listen to her mind, that all the danger that was lurking over her