“What part of I’m not interested isn’t getting through that thick, drunk skull of yours?”
Inwardly, Amaya was panicking. The guy had followed her as she’d passed by the bar, and while she’d been careful not to pass any dark alleys when she noticed him, he apparently didn’t care much about being seen grabbing her wrist. If not for her past with Tetsuya, she probably wouldn’t be freaking out as badly as she was...
“Oh, come on, honey,” the guy leered, his breath stinking of whiskey. “I’ll treat ya good. Even make ya breakfast if ya stay the night.”
She grit her teeth, trying to think what to do. Behind her, she heard shuffling footsteps and tensed, expecting one of this guy’s friends to grab her from behind.