NICOLE
"What are you doing here?" Roman asks right away, stepping closer to me in a way that makes my privacy feel invaded. "Seriously, Nikki. You shouldn't be in a place like this."
"Oh, you're my protective, possessive boyfriend, are you?" I ask almost angrily, reaching for the door handle that will take me into the bathroom. Roman closes his hand around my wrist and pushes me against the wall.
I hate how hot my skin gets at the feel of his body so close to mine.
"Don't try to give me any of that," he grits out, his eyes searching mine almost feverishly. "You're the one who's at the strip club. Who're you with?"
"I don't have to answer that question. And I won't."
Roman's face is only inches away from mine. Something dark and dangerous is flashing in his eyes. "You wouldn't have
