But for now, her focus remained on the man before her. And she wasn't amused. But she quickly regained the aura of a nightclub queen.
With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she lifted the two magnificent assets, something that seemed to exist only in drama, resting them atop her forearms.
The deafening beat of the music pounded through Bar, a relentless rhythm that pulsed through the air like an electric current. The atmosphere was thick with heat and the scent of alcohol, laced with the unmistakable tension of raw, unfiltered desire.
But despite the sweltering environment, the blonde-haired young man was drenched in cold sweat.
He might have been the son of some extra rich family's, a privileged boy with money to burn, but even he knew there were limits.
This Bar was not just another high-end club for rich kids to throw their weight around. There was a backing behind this bar, a power that even he wouldn't want to mess with.
He had seen it happen before.
