After a couple more glasses of Champagne, we arrived at the club.
Within an hour or two, we were up dancing. Bee was dancing with some guy while his friend was dancing/groping me. I felt so uncomfortable but Bee was having a great time and she had really hit it off with this guy, so I made some excuse and headed to the bar.
I had just gotten the bar tenders' attention and ordered a cocktail when I felt someone slip in next to me.
"Do you normally drink on a school night?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, I'm a naughty kind of girl". Just as I went to walk past the guy with the lamest pick-up line, I noticed who it came from.
Shit!!!
"Mr. Megar... I am... Umm... celebrating getting under you... I mean WORKING under you...for you!"
I am babbling and blushing. His eyebrows are raised and he's smirking. God, I hate him already.
"Well, I hope you change your naughty ways while working UNDER me."
The emphasis of the word under had my mouth open like a fish. Why does this man have to be so hot?
Just as I was about to say something stupid, the guy I had left on the dance floor came over and decided to put his arms around my waist.
Urgh, I hate how guys think one dance entitles them to something.
"Hey, babe, ready to hit the next place or mine?"
He was trying to be cute but I felt like I had just thrown up in my mouth. I'm sure it showed on my face. I was never good at hiding my thoughts or feelings on my face.
"Is this your boyfriend?" Phillipe looked annoyed.
"What's it to you, Grandad?"
Wow, this guy that I have no clue what his name is, is being so rude to my soon-to-be boss.
"Aren't you too old to be here?!" What's his name pulled me closer.
Someone slap this man!!! I felt I was in the middle of a pissing contest.
"MMM... well, since I own this place, I guess not. Lily, aren't you going to introduce me to your gentleman?" I could feel the sneer he used when saying gentleman, it was like it had a hidden meaning.
Well, I have only just met him tonight and I have no clue what his name is, but I'm not telling you that.
"Names Matt, babe. We are leaving" He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me away before I pulled back.
"Matt, I'm not leaving anywhere with you."
Matt didn't like that. He just yanked me harder. I tried to get his hand off my arm but he clenched tighter.
Please let go. Why do guys have to be such jerks?
"Get off me now!" I tried to pull back even harder even leaning back with all my weight. Matt was having none of it.
"Get your hands off her now!" Phillipe had stepped toward Matt, almost putting himself in between us. Matt just looked Phillipe up and down.
At almost 6"6 tall, Phillipe was intimidating but even in his late 40s or early 50s, this man was in shape. His arms were thick and his chest was broad. Matt was no match for him.
Matt would have been 5"7 on a good day, but he was skinny. Nothing about him seemed intimidating except the fact he was going to drag me like a caveman out of the club.
Matt must have done the calculation in his head too and let go.
"Whatever man. Enjoy" He walked away not looking back. You could see him searching for his next victim already.
"Are you alright Lily?" Phillipe said, turning round to look at me. Scanning his eyes over me. His gaze made me feel like I was a little girl being told off.
"I am fine thank you but, I could have handled that myself" I stormed off, not looking back. I felt bad he had helped me. I know I should have been thankful, but I didn't want my boss to think I was some i***t that made stupid decisions. I was embarrassed.
I am not some Damsel that makes bad choices.