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'Danger, danger.' A small voice screamed inside her head from the man that has been staring at her from one of the VIP corners of this dark room that was packed with sweaty bodies jumping on the pulsating music that floats through the room of this unnamed bar.
The man looks like the devil incarnated himself. He was wearing all black with brooding eyes.
Leaning lazily on the backrest of the leather couch he's sitting, he watched her from the rim of his drink. His long legs stretched in front of him, his knees are exposed in his ripped jeans like a car headlight on a dark highway in the middle of the night, his eyes -- oh his eyes were burning with lust, watching her every move on the dance floor.
"He is bad news." Her friend Koko shouted in her ear.
