“Mr. Wallaby, I...” I was at a loss and could not bring myself to say anything, so I resorted to pouring him a glass of wine and lifted the glass in front of him. “I can't sing nor dance. All I can do is drink, so how about I toast to you one more time?” My only choice now was to please him in hopes that he could let me go.
Unfortunately, he was not that easy to convince.
He slowly leaned closer to me that I could smell the scent of alcohol blended with his body odor. Holding my breath, I took a step backward.
At this moment, I regretted my decision. How great would it be if I had stayed with Augustus instead of trying to prove whatever dignity I had? At least I would not have ended up with this man who was old enough to be my dad. Not only that, I had to endure his foul language too. As I had expected, it was difficult to crawl back to this hell hole after spending my days placidly with Augustus.
“I don't drink, lass,” he uttered with a smile, showing his tobacco-stained teeth as he squeezed my cheek. “How about you perform a striptease for me first, hmm?”
His eyes bore right into my dress straps as he sized me up and down, never bothering to hide his evident lust at all.