Page 13 of Pelvic Flaws

“Okay, no problem.” Debbie smiled and sat back. “In fact, if you drop me off at Ziggy’s, I can meet up with my friends.”

I looked at Dex, wondering whether this was when he changed his mind. Whether he’d say, he’d drop me off and they could go together, but he didn’t.

“No problem. You want to call them, make sure they’re still there?”

“I’ll text on the way,” Deb said and pulled her mobile from her bag.

What was really weird was that their conversation on the way to Ziggy’s, the local nightclub, was perfectly amicable. They laughed and joked and there was no sign whatsoever that Debbie was annoyed at being dumped for the evening. When we finally pulled up to Ziggy’s, she leaned over, kissed his cheek, threw a quick goodbye to me, and got out of the car.

“You want to sit up front?” Dex asked, turning in his seat to talk to me.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I look like a cab driver otherwise.” He laughed and turned to watch Debbie disappear inside the club.

“You have a very relaxed relationship,” I said as I pulled the passenger door closed once I was sitting in the front. “I’m not sure I’d be so easy going if my boyfriend had picked up some random woman and told me he was taking me home to help the random.”

Dex scoffed. “One, she’s not my girlfriend, and two, you’re not some random woman.”

I knew it didn’t mean much, but the fact that he didn’t see me as a random woman made me a little giddy. Added to that the fact Debbie wasn’t his girlfriend and I was positively high.

“I am really,” I replied. “You only met me once before.”

“Like I said before, from the contents of your bag, I feel I know you real well.” He grinned and manoeuvred out onto the main road.

“I still wouldn’t be happy,” I said with a sigh and a shake of my head.

“Well it’s not like that between me and Debbie.”

“What is it like then? Because it looked to me like she thinks it is.”

Looking at his profile, I would see that he was smirking.

“Debbie and I,” he said, glancing at me. “Are fuck buddies and nothing more. Now, you wanna tell me where you live.”

* * *

“This is it,” I said, pointing to my driveway.

When Dex parked on it, I was a little surprised, expecting him to drop me off at the pavement and then shoot off, but instead he turned off the engine and looked at me.

“Right, you can make coffee for me while I make a few calls for you.”

His smile was dazzling, and not just because his teeth were so white and perfect. His whole face lit up, and his hotness made me want to sigh all over. It was a stupid thought, but that was how I felt. My whole body, my mind, my fanny, was just simply content to look at him. It was getting into a warm bath and lying in the most comfy bed ever, all rolled into one big, mushy, happy feeling.

“Okay,” I replied, probably a little too breathily. “But you really don’t need to.”

“Yeah, I know - you can get your ex to help, well now it won’t be necessary.”

As we got out of the car, I saw the curtains twitching and a distinct flash of orange.

“Oh shit,” I muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Dex looked a little worried as I stopped walking.

“My mother is here.”

He looked at the house and then back to me. “Is me coming in a problem?”

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