ELENA
To my surprise, this man unabashedly put a palm on my thigh.
He didn’t stop there. He’d gone ahead to trace a finger on my skin, and it frustrated me that I could not raise my hand and slap the silliness out of him.
Uncomfortable as hell, but having to comport myself, I’d tried my best to give him everything I knew about the work dealers did in a casino.
I was grappling at some point, but at least I gave it a try, right?
By the time I was done with my explanation, I’d managed to scoot away from his grizzly hand.
“So, how old are you?” He ran his eyes over my body in a leery manner, watching me like a hawk did its prey as I slowly got to my feet.
What did my age have to do with anything? I clearly looked young, wasn’t that what mattered?
“You don’t want to keep me hanging with
