Sasha
After dinner at our favorite taco joint, my friends and I hit a club for dancing. I wear a tiny red dress and stilettos that I’d thrown in my giant purse. Out on the dance floor with my friends, I’m having the time of my life despite the sense of a ticking bomb about to go off.
Maxim hasn’t called or texted, which probably means he’s on his way or is already here. I have zero doubt he’ll catch up to me, which is why I intend to enjoy the hell out of myself until he does.
I’m tipsy, so it takes me a minute to notice that some asshole put his hands on my hips from behind. I’m about to tell him to step back when Maxim suddenly appears in front of me.
It only takes one glance to know he’s pissed. Not irritated, like he is going to throw me over his shoulder and carry me out, but leth
