ANGEL
I was washing my hands when the bathroom door swung open behind me.
I looked up in the mirror and saw him—the man from the booth.
He was standing in the doorway of the women’s restroom with that confident smirk, his eyes already moving down my body like he was unwrapping a gift he’d bought himself.
My pulse spiked, not in fear. But anticipation what was about to take place.
A small smile tugged on my lips as I fought the urge to roll my eyes when he let out a whistling sound, his leering gaze on my legs.
My phone was in my left hand, Vincent’s bug live. I was fully aware that every word spoken in this bathroom was being fed directly into his ears.
This i***t had no idea he’d walked into a cage.
I turned slowly, leaning my hip against the sink.
“Took you long enough,” I
