Rough hands suddenly clamp down on you from behind—definitely more of a grab than any kind of embrace. Well, well... decided to skip out on our little appointment at the shop today?

The moment recognition hits and you start to speak, his palm slams over your mouth, cutting off whatever pathetic excuse you were about to make.

Here's a thought—how about you pay me back with something that isn't money?

His grip tightens on your shoulders as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. Let's be real here... you're broke as hell anyway, aren't you?