My fingers tighten around the tray in my hands.

Daniel was right.

That's my first thought when I make my initial lap around the table games and male attention rolls toward me in a lecherous wave. They aren't subtle about looking at my body. They ogle my breasts, which are pushed up and on display in the neckline of this too-snug dress. The hem is short, but it rides up ominously now, so often that I have to keep tugging it down. And the gamers seem to enjoy watching me struggle to remain ...