He’d told her on more than one occasion that a little grab-ass was part of the job. She knew her boss would accept that excuse more than the actual truth-that she was fed up of getting groped by customers.įrom the way Joe charged toward her, his shiny face glaring hotly, she knew he didn’t commiserate. She lifted a hand, palm out in supplication, and spoke over the loud pump of “Gangnam Style” blaring from the stage speakers. He spent most of his time in his office with the blinds shut, occupying himself with any one of the girls who suppressed her bile enough to stomach his touch. She would have to make a customer bleed when he was watching. Her gaze darted to her boss as he made his way between the small round tables toward her. Jowls gathered around his neck, making him look older than midtwenties. One of several that had prowled the halls. In high school he had been a muscle-bound behemoth. Maybe you should keep your paws to yourself.” She made out his muffled words to be: “Jesus, Walsh!” He howled and cupped his nose as blood ran down its length. The edge met the middle of his nose with a crack, breaking the skin. To the casual observer it could have looked like an accidental move on her part. She whirled around, colliding the tray she held directly into his face. Even if she did work in a strip club where the general consensus among the female staff was to be amenable to grabby men. Still short and mostly flat-chested, but she had learned to fight back. And yet unlike high school, Piper wasn’t the same five-foot-two, flat-chested, ninety-pounds-soaking-wet girl hugging the shadows in an attempt to avoid boys like him. Just like in high school, the former football player loved to harass her. She couldn’t let a second time go unpunished. The first time he’d grabbed her, she politely warned him against such a move. The second time Clive Lewis grabbed her ass, she was ready for him. for being there for me every single time.
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