4. Yara

Chapter 4

Yara

T his dinner date was in the top three worst I had gone on of all time.

“Yes Liam, but can we please circle back to what you are looking for from my business?”

The table we sat at was in the center of a crowded restaurant. The food looked good, but I hadn’t taken more than a few bites, and each one tasted worse than the last.

“Like I said”–smack, smack–“I want a hot blonde, blue eyes, willing to fuck in a hotel after dinner.” Liam didn’t even look up as he chewed his food with an open mouth.

It took a moment for his words to register.

Not again.

Occasionally clients would ask for the discretion package to try to make a pass at me.

It never worked, other than to frustrate the fuck out of me.

Like in this exact moment. “Will you excuse me? I’ll be right back.”

Again, he didn’t look up from his food, just shooed me away with his free hand.

Now to see if this man was malicious or simply an asshole.

I walked until I was just around the corner where the bathrooms were and then out of sight, I watched Liam.

After a moment he stopped eating and glanced around suspiciously, his hand moving over my drink.

From this distance it was hard to tell if he actually did anything, but I wouldn’t be taking my chances. Still hidden around the corner, I flagged our waitress.

“Hi, here’s money for the meal and your tip. If you could please be careful when removing my drink, make sure it is dumped. The man should hopefully just leave, but if you have any issues here’s my card.” I shoved a few hundred at the waitress.

I didn’t wait for an answer; I would deal with Liam later.

Right now, I needed a drink.

Preferably one that didn’t have the possibility of being laced.

In my haste to leave, I didn’t notice that I had left my phone behind.