ZOE
I don't remember ever running so fast in heels, or pretending to do so as well, as when that hand grabbed my butt. It was a second full of disgust, heat in my cheeks, and feeling like a decoration.
Nikolai Foster, the man I had slept with during a drunken night at the wrong party, was now the same person defending me from workplace harassment. Something I had exposed myself to by accepting this job. But the need was great.
"Let's get out of here," he repeated to me this time as a warning.
I didn't resist. I let him take my hand and guide me out of the VIP area. I didn't react, as the only thing I felt at that moment was my ribcage being pounded by my heart.
What followed was a blur that I didn't quite understand, amidst all that confusion. Rude questions from the owner, promises t
