Laurie hadn't had a sip of alcohol since being kidnapped, but after seeing her mother and being painfully played by the most attractive man she'd ever kissed, she needed a drink, just one.
Unfortunately, because she wasn't used to drinking in the first place and because of the tremendous stress she was under, the large shot of tequila went straight to her head.
Feeling woozy and a bit nauseous, beneath the watchful eyes of John and his goons, she got back to work and approached a new customer, one she'd never seen before.
Through the distorted lens of alcohol, he appeared clean-cut, charming, and handsome in his white cowboy hat and vintage denim jacket. Safe enough for a private dance.
“Wanna fill my dance card?" she slurred and giggled at her lack of articulation. Not her most origin
