"Get your hands off of me now.." She said, her words low and menacing. "You think I haven't dealt with men twice your size and strength?" She jerked her hands off of him.<br/><br/>"You aren't my boss, you're the fucking accountant and you can't keep me here. You aren't my pimp so don't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm done... you got me?" she said, zipping the bag closed.<br/><br/>"Touch me again" she growled as she jerked her sweatshirt over her head. "And you'll see just how much of a man you think you are"<br/><br/>She jerked the bag from where it sat and then took off out the door into the parking lot.<br/><br/>She wasn't watching where she was going and barreled right into a man almost knocking him and herself over. She stopped, staring down at him, thinking he looked very familiar and then it hit her. She'd danced for him several times before at the club she worked at before here. Kaleb. He tipped well and he wasn't bad looking at all.<br/><br/>"Oh My God I am so sorry" she said as she looked at him.