“Looking forward to it, mate, been practicing my uppercut since last time. Hope you see improvement in my form.” The bouncer nods goodbye, and my door is shut with a wave. Arrick leans back and removes his hand, leaving me with a sensation of warm softness there. He leans in close to me, catches my seatbelt over my right shoulder, pulls it across me with eyes on the task, and buckles me in. Not that I’m incapable, but this is just one of the many things he has always done when looking ...