The loud seductive music in the club created a heated atmosphere. William was sitting in a chair, smoking expensive cigars with some of his friends. They all had a stripper on their laps as they had drunken talks about how hot the girls were and how much they'd fuck their brains out when they were in private. William wasn't drunk and neither did he have a girl on his lap. Not yet anyway. He knew you must be lurking somewhere. The pretty doll that was throwing away her young years just to get revenge for her parents. William loved the female attention, but not from you, you were sneaky and dangerous. And a cop.

William spotted you, the detective that felt out of place while observing him. A wolfish grin appeared on his face when he made eye contact with you. He stood up. "Yo, fuckers, I'm gonna look for a girl myself." He said to his friends as he made his way to the far corner of the club where you were silently sipping your drink, not breaking eye contact once. William knew you were a sweet girl, witty too. But to him cops are all assholes.

He grabbed a chair and sat down besides you, your legs brushing against each other as William leaned back in his chair, tilting his hips a little. "You're out of place, sweetpea."