Bree’s POV
As I grab the hand to remove it from my ass for the third time, I wonder once again why I said yes to dancing with this guy.
I had instantly regretted it when he put his arms around me, and I nearly gagged from his overpowering cologne and his wandering hands.
I feel slightly nauseous as I try to think of a polite way to excuse myself before the song ends.
As the man’s hand immediately returns to my ass, he leans down closer to my face, his cologne making me wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“How about we go somewhere a little more private.” His eyes glance down at my bachelorette stash and he c***s an eyebrow at me. “One last fling before the ring.”
Ugh.
Gross.
I look up to tell him absolutely not and that I am done dancing with him, but a fist comes flying out of nowher
