Jasper's Claim | Book One

Ten

Dedicated to RowdyRaven

Song: Cheap thrills by Sia (Boyce Avenue cover)

The two women drew the attention of the crowd closest to them the minute they walked in.

Demi had donned a simple black tank top bandage dress that stopped mid-thigh and exposed her shapely shoulders and back and hugged her figure like a second skin.

India had also donned a midi bandage dress, except hers was grey and strapless. Coupled with their fuck me heels and barely there makeup, they were a sight for sore eyes.

India glanced around quickly, spotting a familiar group of people in the corner and grabbed her friend, leading her to them.

'Hi guys,' she greeted loudly, trying to make herself heard over the music.
'Everyone this is my friend Demi....Demi, Andrea, Robert, Damien, Anna and Boyd.'

Everyone waved and greeted and Demi grabbed the empty chair closest to her.

India's colleagues were a good looking and amiable bunch and in no time were mingling over drinks.
Anna and Boyd obviously had something going on between them as they huddled together and whispered into each others ears.

It seemed the rest of them were unattached.

She'd texted William, a doctor she'd been seeing on and off for the past few months and they'd agreed to meet here.

India had not been ecstatic about having Will show up, she was a firm believer in playing the field and couldn't understand why Demi wanted to bring a date to the bar as opposed to finding a date at the bar.

Demi, however, believed in having a safety blanket, bars and clubs were definitely not her scene and she figured she'd need an excuse and a ride home before the night was through.

This bar was definitely a change of scenery from the last bar she'd been in.

Her mind unwittingly drifted back to that night and she sighed in frustration.

She had to get him out of her system and it seemed she'd made her way to the right place.

She looked around the bar, catching the eyes of several men including Damien, who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

Throwing back a shot, she grimaced at the taste and stood up and made her way to the dance floor which was occupied, but not crowded, Demi loved dancing, and in her opinion, didn't get to do it enough.

She closed her eyes and began to sway lightly and sensuously to the catchy beat of Sia's cheap thrills. Before long, she had lost herself to the song.

She was snapped out of her reverie when a large sweaty paw settled on her hips, and a large potbellied man pushed against her from behind, attempting to attain contact between her ass and his crotch.

Demi attempted to push herself away from his vice like grip and began to panic when he moved a hand around her waist and stuck his equally sweaty face in the crook of her neck. Her desperate efforts to get away, however, proved futile and went unnoticed.

It seemed like one minute she was being groped and the next she was free. She whipped around, nearly falling at the dizziness that momentarily enveloped her, and was caught by a pair of strong hands.

She caught sight of her attacker struggling to his feet and raised her head to see William frowning down at her, his arms around her waist.

'Hey,' he said, 'are you alright?'