Drinking a drink from a stranger in a nightclub? You'd have to be crazy to do that.
You see it in the headlines every day, how many girls have fallen victim to these mysterious substances.
Cecilia Vaughn's mind was clear as a bell. She looked at the man's lecherous eyes and more or less knew the answer.
"Big brother, I'm afraid you don't actually know where my brother is, do you?"
The motorcycle thug, looking rather out of sorts, instantly pounded the bar twice, defiantly at her words.
"Hey, don't underestimate Mr. Lowell here. I'm a regular customer of this nightlife scene..."
"The boy you're talking about, does he look kind of sickly? Even though he's handsome, it's obvious he's inexperienced, never had any action. We've got lots of Princesses here who get close to him on their own, but he shyly hides against the wall. Damn, I envy his luck with women!"
That description!
It really is Evan Vaughn!
