Damon's pov
The night had stretched on longer than I'd expected. I had only come here to share a drink with Daniel and the ' chick.' he had brought for me and I was out here clear my mind after the discussion with Daniel, but now, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
The woman had been staring at me, been around me too much, her smile too sweet, her words too formal. She was enough, sure, for the companion I needed but something about the way she looked at me made my skin tight. She kept leaning in, her laughter loud-pitched and far too eager, touching my arm further than was necessary.
She was just too comfortable like she had been hear a hundred times. Sometimes she could lean in so close that I could see her breasts straining to be set free.
I wasn't sure if Daniel understood what companion meant, I didn't say I needed a call girl or a stripper.