Page 84 of Pelvic Flaws

“Just fucking go and talk to her,” Jethro groaned out.

I turned back to him. “No, she’s out with her friends. I don’t wanna spoil her night.”

He rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become such a pussy? Or do you have performance anxiety, is that why you haven’t done the business yet?”

“You’re so fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I like to think so. I’m just trying to help you, because if you don’t get laid soon old man, we’re going to have to push your bollocks around in a wheelbarrow.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid douche. At least he’d taken my mind off Katie – until she’d miraculously appeared in the bar of course.

“Oh wait,” Jethro said, lifting his bottle to his lips. “You may have to go over there and spoil her night.”

“Why?” I sighed.

“Because some guy dressed in a sharp suit is hitting on her.”

Quickly I turned around to see Jethro was right. A tall, dark haired prick, with a suit, open-necked shirt, and slick-boy leather brogues was leaning in to Katie’s side and whispering in her ear. They were still at the bar waiting for their drinks and Katie, with a woman on the other side of her and a young couple to her back, had nowhere to go.

I watched for another second or two, as Katie gave him a polite smile and shook her head. The douche then lifted an arm and put it around her shoulders and before I could think about what I was doing, I was off my seat and striding across the bar.

He needed to get his fucking hands off my woman.

Katie

The man with his arm over my shoulder was really invading my space and I didn’t like it one little bit. Apart from the fact his breath smelled of garlic, I was having a hot sweat and really needed him to move away and let me try and get some air.

“I’m sorry,” I said, pushing at him. “Can you give me some space?” I blew up at my fringe and wafted my shirt, desperately trying to fan away the heat that was slowly rising up my body. My stomach churned as the feeling of boiling water being poured into the top of my head and filling me from the feet up, caused sweat to form between my boobs and along my forehead and top lip.

“You don’t like me giving you a hug?” he asked, pushing his face closer to mine.

“I’m really hot,” I puffed out, anxiety starting to take over me.

When I had a flush, the feeling of claustrophobia sometimes came with it. I couldn’t explain why, just that I needed space to deal with the heat enveloping my body.

Mr. Hugger didn’t take the hint and pulled me tighter against his side. “I’d totally agree with that,” he said with what I was sure he thought was a sexy smirk. “You are most definitely hot.”

“Yeah,” a deep American drawl said behind us. “And she’s also my girlfriend, so if you wouldn’t mind taking your hands off her, it’d be much appreciated.”

I let out a sigh of relief and swiveled around to look at Dex. The unwanted arm dropped from my shoulder and Mr. Hugger took a step away from me.

“Sorry, mate,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean any trouble.”

“It’s fine,” Dex said, maneuvering himself next to me, pushing Mr. Hugger aside. “But when a lady tells you she needs you to remove your arm from her shoulder, I suggest you listen.”

Mr. Hugger frowned and straightened his spine, and for one horrible moment I thought he was going to start a fight with Dex. Thankfully, a hand tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to move his attention from us.

“Come on, John,” his friend said. “We’re off to The Dog.”

Mr. Hugger glanced over his shoulder at me and then strode away with his friends, leaving me to heave a sigh of relief.

“You okay, darlin’?” Dex asked. His brow was furrowed in anxious concern as he placed a palm on the small of my back.

“Hmm, fine, just really hot.” I reached across the bar and snagged up one of their menus and started to frantically fan myself with it.

I was mortified that Dex was witnessing me turn into a sweaty mess, but it was too late to make a run for the ladies and hide until it had finished. Dex, however, didn’t seem one bit embarrassed that his girlfriend was a lovely shade of red and had a thin sheen of sweat making her glisten in the lights of the bar.

“Can I have a glass of cold water, please?” Dex asked the barman before turning back to me. “You want to go outside for a while, to cool off?”

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