WARNING: NON CONSENT
OLEANDER
When Dante mentioned having an important business to attend to, I had imagined walking into a boardroom. However, here we were in the worst place I could ever imagine on earth.
A strip club.
The dress I was wearing didn't help either. Black lace that clung to my body like a second skin, cut high on the thighs. Plunging low enough that every damned eye from the crowd felt like fingers grazing my skin.
I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself like it would protect me from this place, this crowd, and filth, but Dante's presence evaporated every thought of safety out of my mind.
He led me through the crowd of people gyrating to the 'SexyBack' by Justin Timberlake blasting out of the speaker.
The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and booze. Neon lights pulsed over slick bodies, and nausea surged up my throat as I felt Dante's arm resting low on my back.
