Their Weakness( Somerville Book #2)

Chapter Four

Lavender's Pov

After Ryder left me last night stranded in a puddle of my own sexual confusion. Quite literally I might add. I took a shower and went straight to bed. The exhaustion of making drinks for twelve hours out of the day for miserable old drunks caught up with me.

I dreamt of ridiculous fantasies of a dark mysterious stranger licking my pussy until I was begging for relief. It had me waking up mid-orgasm. Discombobulated early in the morning had me in a mood. After a quick easy breakfast, and a wash up. I was off to work again.

That's why now as I am currently mixing liquids together to get a whiskey sour for one of the dancers. I felt the eyes of another on me. I felt them as soon as I clocked in and started my shift.

The attention so distracting that I couldn't help, but steal small glances at the man sitting in the far back right closes to the stage, but away from everyone else.

My shift started at 3pm today, and it's slowly approaching seven. He hadn't said or ordered a thing. Just quietly watched me the entire time I mixed and served drinks to paying customers.

At first I got a shiver up my spine, the prospect of immediate danger from some creepy strange guy following my every movement, sent my nerves panicking. 

But as I snuck small secretive glances to avoid him noticing that I noticed him. I realized the caculating way he watched me, and the typical groping of men who felt that since I was working here among dancers it was okay to cop a feel. Even though the rule for all customers was watch, but don't touch.

However, men always seemed to play by their own rules when they felt they were entitled to touch something they were paying for.

I swore when I had to tell Old drunk Lester off when he squeezed my ass as I placed down his drink. Out the corner of my eye, I saw my stranger stir, the clenching of his jaw as he reached for something in his pants. But before he could do anything security escorted the gropper out.

Once I was out of danger, my stranger relaxed into his booth. From than on, I watched him as he watched me.

Many of the girls took notice of him too. Sauntering up, offering him many dances. But he would give them kind smiles, before shaking his head no. The girls would have a moment of shock, and disappointment before strutting off to some other man who would gladly pay a twenty for their tits to be in his face.

"He hasn't stopped staring at you since you got here." Glitter strutted up from just getting off the stage. I quickly pour her a tequila shot. The sweat beading off her forehead. Her foundation smearing in the process.

I quickly glance over at him before looking at Glitter.
"Have any idea who my stalker is?" I asked as I start wiping the counter down from nothing. As long as I kept my hands busy the more I wouldn't notice him.

She swallowed the shot. "Hmm, he looks familiar, but can't say I know him. To bad though, his beautiful." I could hear the complete star struck in her voice as she peered over at him. Giving him a flirty wave, and a dazzling smile.

He gave her a nod of observation, before glancing back at me. My breathing quickening as I continued to scrub at the sticky bar table.

"Go over there, and make conversation." She tsked.

"And say what. Yo creeper, stop staring."

Glitter rolled her eyes, "Honestly Lavey, don't be dramatic. Just go ask him what he would like to drink."

"And if he doesn't want anything?"

She gave me a frustrated look. "Then ask him about the weather. Who cares just get over there. Trust me girl, you will want to get to know a man like that." She sighed dreamily as she gave my mystery man another peak.