"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered and gave her his million dollar smile. She actually swooned from his full attention.
"That sounds great, handsome," she purred before rubbing even closer. He clenched his teeth and swore to at least try and flirt with the air-headed blonde.
Jennifer gritted her teeth as the man, who had asked her to dance, pulled her in tightly against him again. He was gorgeous, with a body she was sure took many hours in a gym, and a smile that would send most women into total organ failure.
Her friends had pushed her into dancing with him, when he'd asked, though she really hadn't wanted to. The song seemed to never end and he was definitely placing all the signals he wanted to take the dance to the next level.
He was cute and entertaining, but she had to fake her enthusiasm, because she felt absolutely nothing for him. She was terrified her boss had set the standard so high she'd no longer be attracted to anyone else. That wouldn't work for her.
She'd been with Trenton for over a month at the offices and he was constantly on her mind. She'd daydream about him and then he'd return to her in her dreams at night, as well.
He consumed her thoughts and dreams in such a short amount of time. She did her best to ignore him and had done well at keeping things professional, but it was certainly causing her a lot of stress, and her body a lot of aching.
The song finally ended, and with a smile, Jennifer pulled free from the man and headed toward her table of friends. He followed behind her and it took all her energy to remain nice, while still letting him know she wasn't interested in anything more.
"Thanks for the dance, sweetheart. I'd love to do it again. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked in what she assumed was his most seductive voice. It did nothing for her.
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm here with my friends. Have a great night," she told him and turned away, acting as if he didn't exist. He must have left because a minute later Tracy looked at her like she was insane.
"Oh my gosh, Jennifer, he was completely hot and you totally blew him off," she said, almost accusingly.
"I'm not interested in men like that, besides I didn't come out tonight looking for a guy, I just want to relax and have some fun," she told her friend with her best smile. She was trying to act as if she didn't care.
"You're crazy, but okay," Tracy said and then thankfully the conversation changed to other topics and the time started passing quickly. She danced a few more times with other men, who all made it perfectly clear they were looking to go home with someone, and they didn't care who it was. She was regretting her choice of clothing.
It was getting late and she'd drank a few too many margarita's, as her latest dance partner swung her around the floor, she felt dizzy, and was having a harder time staving off his advances.
"I need to sit down," she tried to tell him.
"You're fine," he said and pulled her tightly against him. There was a wall of people around her and she couldn't untangle herself from his arms. She was starting to get a bit freaked out and was no longer pretending to be having a good time.
"You need to release me, now - I want to go back to my table," she told him in as firm a voice as she could manage. He ignored her, and his hands started exploring her body. She was close to tears, as she realized how women could be so easily violated out in the open. No one was paying the least bit of attention to her, or the situation she was in.
She kept pushing him away, but it was to no affect. He was gripping her backside, and pulling her into his body. She felt dirty and violated and wanted to leave the club right away. Suddenly, the man let her go and flew backward with a shocked expression on his face. She looked up into the angry face of Trenton, shocked to see him there. She didn't know what to say.
"The lady said she wanted you to let her go, I suggest you leave, now," Trenton said and the power in his voice must have scared the man because he left quickly, without another look back. She was so thankful for his interference she didn't even question what he was doing there, or his high handed methods.
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. He wasn't hearing the word no," she said and turned to head back to her table. She wanted to leave and her friends seemed to be having a great time, so it looked like she was going to grab a cab. She didn't know where Trenton had gone but that didn't matter.
The group told her to stay, but she explained she'd gotten a headache and needed to leave. Tracy offered to leave with her, but she was having a great time and there was no need for that. Jennifer told her no and made her way to the front of the club.
She stepped out onto the sidewalk, and was surprised by the empty street. There were a few cars here and there and several people milling around but she couldn't see a cab anywhere. She turned and decided to walk for a while, hopefully clearing her head.