It wasn't that Jessie Sterling had *never* been to a bar before, but coming to one for a night of "fun" was a definite first.
She'd always found them noisy and stuffy, with poor visibility—not comfortable in the slightest.
But now, Jessie was sitting in a private room on the second floor, attended to by a clean-cut young man, watching the male strip show on the stage below. In an instant, the tips of her ears burned bright red.
When she felt the man beside her peel a grape and bring it to her lips, Jessie instinctively turned her head, avoiding the intimate gesture.
A moment ago, the attendant had insisted on giving her a shoulder and back massage, which had already made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Thankfully, at her request, he had used a small massage hammer instead of his bare hands, which was the only reason Jessie managed to stop herself from leaping out of her seat.
She hated being touched by strangers.
