Chapter Six
“s**t, s**t, shit.” She was totally blowing this. She hurried down the darkened hallway, moving past a rig worker who gave her everything in his look, his hand touching her ass as she scooted past.
“Hey!” she said, then forced herself to paste a smile to her face when instead she wanted to puke from a touch that was far from wanted.
“Ah, come on, baby. Slow on down, there. Just want to have a conversation with you, is all.” The man had thick dark hair and broad shoulders, and he appeared to be coming off a bender, with a two-day beard and rough gaze. He reeked from whatever booze he’d been downing, and she tried to place him from the group of jerks who had been pawing at her and making all kinds of lewd comments since she’d started.
“Look, I don’t know you, and I don’t want
