Jade stomped out of Brad’s dingy office. She slammed the door behind her with force. Without looking back, she walked in between tables, ignoring customers trying to get her attention. Her stride broke when a customer with eyelids half-mast slapped his thick, heavy hand on her leg. Damn it. She’d been always alert when around customers and really good at dodging filthy hands, but this one made contact with her leg. It was fucking Brad’s fault. “Let go.” She swatted his hand.“Feisty. Me like!” Even his laugh was slurred.Jade winced when his stupid ring snagged at her fishnet, leaving a hole in the front. “Go home, you lout. Take your paycheck to your wife.”“My wife doesn’t have a great ass like you. Come and sit on this,” he said as he cupped his crotch, “and my paycheck is yours.”“You need a long shower.”He reached for her again, but with years of practice, she evaded his hand quite easily this time.The bar, as usual, was full of men ready to spend money just to see, touch, and taste flesh.
