KATY'S POV
I gulp, my eyes locked on Braydon’s. I should shove him, or at least duck out from the small space between us, but my body refuses to move.
My back is against the cold bar wall, and all I can feel is the heat rolling off his body despite the cold air.
My stomach tightens, my thighs press together, and I hate that I can feel my c**t is so wet, and my panties are soaking. Why am I reacting like this to a guy who’s practically cornering me?
Gathering what little self-control I have left, I press lightly against his hands braced on either side of me. “Why don’t you go back to the stripper you were flirting with earlier? Maybe she’ll let you treat her however you want.”
He tilts his head, surprise flickering for half a second before a low chuckle slips out and the sound vibrates
