Nala
I tried to steady my breathing and act normal. I couldn't let it slip that I was afraid or Xander would take advantage of it.
"Hey, you aren't supposed to be here. This is my space. It is off-limits to patrons. Just go. I will work out the balance. The drink's on the house," I said, sounding like I didn't want trouble and backing away, hoping I could run.
He placed his hands under my chin and made me look at him. He studied my eyes with curiosity.
"Don't you think it is too late for that, kitten?" He said, and I angrily knocked his hand away.
"Don't call me that, arshole. Now leave!" I said, and he smiled.
He looked at me like a cute child throwing a tantrum. Extremely disrespectful.
"You'll be a handful," he said, looking at me as if he intended to be a permanent fixture in m
