Pretty Face 9.2

"I need two margaritas for table 6." Lexie leaned on the counter.

"Get in line 21." Nathan didn't bother looking up.

"They're your regulars." Lexie countered.

Nathan looked over at Lexie's shoulder, there were two women in table six, he recognized them of course. "Fine."

After Lexie gave the women their orders, she heard someone call out she looked around for anyone needing assistance and saw someone raising their hands at the other side of the bar. She made her way to the table passing by the edge of the dance floor. Lexie was startled as she felt someone touch her, she turned but no one was looking at her, no one was even facing her. Everyone at the dance floor had their back turned to her. She looked around, was it an accident? Someone must have bumped her. She tried to shake it off but it felt like it was intentional, someone grazed- no stroked her thigh. She decided to ignore it and went back to her work, she was just glad she's wearing jeans.

Later it happened again, Lexie was on the way to the bar and she felt someone touch her from behind, she turned but once again didn't see anyone. This time she was definitely sure, the hand moved from one side of her hip to the other. She was getting irritated, some perv is playing with her.

It happened a few more times, each time someone touching a different part of hers. Lexie was pissed, she kept working but constantly looked over her shoulder. "That asshole." She muttered as she looked around.

Lexie was cleaning up an empty table, she had gathered all the bottles and glasses on her tray and was just wiping off the table when someone whispered in her ear, close enough for her to feel the warm breathe, too close. "Hey pretty face."

Lexie quickly turned and saw the back of a man quickly blending in with the people on the dance floor. She was stunned, she placed her tray on the table and followed the man to the dance floor. She could no longer see him, the crowd was too thick, she strained her neck to look over the people dancing around her. She was sure it was him, the voice was familiar, she was absolutely sure. 'Pretty face' that's what he called her that one time, when his accomplice was holding her hands behind her back. Lexie haven't forgotten.

Nathan tried to ignore Lexie. If at home all they did was bicker, they were different at the bar, they chose to ignore each other. Only talking when necessary, like giving out orders. He tried to ignore her but noticed that she was acting a bit weird tonight. Lexie kept looking over her shoulders, she was a little tense. Nathan was curious about her behaviour but refused to ask.

Nathan noticed Lexie leaving her tray on the table and move to the dance floor like she was looking for someone. Her eyes were wide as she turned still looking for someone or something, he wasn't sure. There was something different on Lexie's face that made Nathan go to her.

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked, suddenly appearing behind Lexie.

Lexie gasped and turned. "Oh, it's you." She stammered, relieved.

"What are you doing? Who are you looking for?" Nathan looked around for anything suspicious.

"He's here.He's teasing me." Lexie didn't stop her search, moving through dancers as Nathan followed her closely behind.

"What? Who are you talking about?"

Lexie wasn't paying attention to Nathan, her head moving side to side to find the man.

"Will you please talk to me first." Nathan grabbed her hand pulling her close, he placed his hands on her shoulders making her face him.

Lexie finally faced Nathan and he saw her eyes were wild, there was fire and fear, and everything in between. "He's in here. One of the guys that broke in." Now that Lexie had said it out loud, had said it to someone else she felt furious. How dare that person come in here and provoke her, how dare him tease her like this, how dare him touch her.

Nathan felt Lexie shaking, thinking it was out of fear he moved closer to her. His hand stroking her head, the other around her back, protecting her. "It's okay Princess, I got you." He whispered. Lexie didn't say anything, she didn't understand why Nathan was doing this.

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"Are you sure it's him?" Kaylee asked.

They were now inside Kaylee's office. Lexie was seated on the one of the chairs in front of Lexie's desk, Nathan seated on the desk, Kaylee was standing in front of them at the middle of the room and the newly hired 'bouncer', Rob, was standing by the door. Mike the bartender was now stationed at the entrance and Brit who had been learning how to mix drinks was manning the bar counter as Jana handled the floor.

"Yes. Absolutely, I recognize the voice. And he called me pretty face, that's what he called me that night too." Lexie answered.

"How the f**k did he even get in? You were supposed to be watching out for him." Nathan was glaring at Rob.

"I'm sorry, he must have snuck in with a big crowd." Rob was looking at Lexie who nodded at him.

"It's okay." Lexie reassured him.

"The hell it is!" Nathan stood, furious. "What else did he say? Did he do anything?"

"He didn't say anything else. But he kinda… touched me." Lexie mumbled keeping her head down, she didn't want to say it.

"What?? He wha--"

"Nathan, keep your voice down." Kaylee cut him off. Nathan was losing his temper.

They decided to watch the CCTV footage to confirm Lexie's suspicions.

The man had been following her around the whole night, always hiding behind groups. They watched as Lexie passed by the dance floor, the man touched her thighs then quickly turned and blended in with the group dancing. Everytime he touched her he would quickly move blending in with a different group.

Watching the man in the screen touch her, infuriated Lexie. It was disgusting, the man was disgusting and it was maddening that he put his filthy hands on her and that she couldn't do anything now. If this had happened before then there already would have been hundreds of people looking for that man. Hell, he already would have been caught. But it was different now, Lexie had to do things differently now, she had to do things on her own, there was no one to do everything for her.

She stared at the man in the screen, thinking of a way to deal with the situation.