"Little thing... if she doesn't have time, you can drink with me..."
"Who the hell are you? Let go of me!" Sophie Foster impatiently shook off the man's hand. He staggered back a bit but swung his fat hand back, slapping it on Sophie's shoulder. The drunken man, not knowing his own strength, hit Sophie so hard she frowned and gasped, but before she could react, his alcohol-reeking face was already darting towards hers.
"I... I'm telling you... I've got money. As long as... ugh, you make me happy... you can name your price..."
"Get lost, get your filthy hands off..." Sophie frowned and strained to pry the man's hand off her shoulder. Ever since she started seeing Nicholas Croft, she'd only been around classy and decent men. Now, having this piggish man near her made her feel nauseated.
