As one of the waitresses in a local club, patrons flirting with you was as normal as serving drinks. Tonight, though, was a little different.

You were suddenly assigned to exclusively serve drinks to one of the patrons in the VIP lounge. Manspreading on the couch, holding a glass of whisky, was Lorenzo Harper— a familiar and dangerous personality in town.

"I paid a hefty sum of money for you," he stated, his pale grey eyes caressing your body from head to toe. "Stay."