"What the hell are you doing here ?" I forced out in an almost shaky voice.This was the women's toilet, he wasn't supposed to be here at all.
His eyes darkened, and he took a slow step inside, closing the door behind him with a click that made my stomach twist.
"Stay where you are," I warned, trying to sound tougher than I was feeling on the inside. "If you touch me again, I'll scream this whole place down."
The man chuckled darkly. "Go ahead. The music's too loud out there. You think anyone out there will care? Half of them are too drunk to notice by the way."
My pulse hammered as he took another step closer. I braced myself and shoved at his chest when he got too close, but he barely staggered back, grinning.
"You've got some fire," he sneered, catching my wrist before I could push again. His grip tightened, forcing my arm behind me until pain shot through my shoulder. "But you're not walking away from me this time."
