Chapter 9: Wipe That Drool, Lady!

Nora’s POV

The shorter asshole in the polo shirt eyed me up and down with a sleazy smirk. “Well, damn, looks like the party just got hotter,” he drawled, his gaze glued to my chest. “Come join us, sweetheart. Plenty of room in our booth.”

His buddy, a lanky creep with hair drowning in gel, snicker...

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