Hands move around me as a shady, sleazy, familiar face slides in behind me and tries some groin to butt hump dancing. I remove his fingers icily, aware of that rise of bile in my stomach at a male touch, and stumble to the bar feeling thoroughly cringe; looking for the one guy I feel safe with. I don’t want this creep’s hands on me, his breath on my neck. I want Jake’s presence and the security it offers from overly handy men.
Jake’s being served and hands me a colorful cocktail as soon as I appear beside him. It has a sparkly straw and umbrella and he grins as he places it in my hands. I’m sure there’s some sort of joke in it, but I’m thirsty and it tastes amazing. It reminds me of the drink he gave me in his office the first time I ever met him. He regards me weirdly and shakes his head
