Brooke's POV
I turn to leave when someone's grip clamps down on my arm. My eyes drop to his hand before meeting his gaze directly. "Release my arm." The words come out quiet but laced with venom.
"Hey now, don't be so cold. My buddy Travis here is tying the knot in a few days. You ladies offer any special services? You know what I mean. He could use one last wild night before he's stuck with that hideous wife of his."
The audacity leaves me speechless. What kind of person speaks this way? I glance toward his friend Travis, whose eyes are crawling over my body like I'm merchandise on display. This situation needs to end immediately.
"We don't provide any additional services. Remove your hand from my arm or you'll be escorted out."
