I forced my breathing to slow down.
"You're heading to the restroom too, Mr. Hark?" I asked, keeping my tone polite even though my skin crawled.
"Of course not…" he slurred, stepping closer.
The smell of alcohol rolled off him in thick waves. It hit my nose so hard I almost gagged. My senses were sharper than most people's, and right now that was not a blessing.
"I'm here for you," he added with a grin.
My stomach twisted.
For me?
You could be my father.
"That's really funny, Mr. Hark," I replied, stretching my lips into something that barely passed as a smile.
I placed one hand against the wall and tried to slip past him toward the ladies' restroom. I just needed a door between us. A lock. A few seconds to breathe.
But his fingers closed around my arm.
Tight.
"Hey, Ms. William," he drawled. "Don't you like me?"
Of course not.
Every instinct inside me was screaming. My muscles tensed automatically. My heartbeat picked up, not in fear alone, but in warning.
