Page 101 of Pelvic Flaws

“I saw you,” she snapped. “All nice and cozy with Sophie. Laughing with her while she had her hands all over you.”

“I wasn’t laughing with her, I was laughing at how drunk she was.”

“You let her touch you, Dex.”

Katie’s mouth was all pouty and her chest was rising and falling at such a speed I knew that her anger was in danger of building to a fucking huge explosion.

“She was steadying herself, and I removed them.”

“Not when I was watching you didn’t,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well I can promise you I had already. She’s drunk, Katie, she’s married, and I have no fucking interest in her, now come back inside.”

She shook her head, like a toddler having a tantrum. “No. Don’t want to. Not while she’s there.”

“I got Isaac to take her back to her friends,” I sighed, watching her pale blue eyes turn to a thunderous grey under the light of the streetlamp.

“How very gallant of you.”

“Being snippy really doesn’t suit you darlin’.”

“Well I feel bloody snippy, now if you don’t mind, I’m going to get a taxi.”

“Nope, no way.”

As I took a step towards her, Katie took one back. I gave her a warning glance.

“You’re over reacting and acting like a damn kid. I get how you feel about her, but give me some fucking credit. You know how I feel about you, and what my damn morals are. Which means I wouldn’t disrespect you by doing anything like what you’re accusing me of, especially in front of your damn son and while you’re in the bathroom.”

“Oh, so you’d do it if I wasn’t there?”

Now she was pissing me off.

“Stop splitting hairs. Now, we’re going back inside to finish off what’s been a great fucking evening.”

She jutted her chin in the air and narrowed her eyes on me.

“No, and you can’t make me.”

Letting out a frustrated breath, I nodded.

“Okay, have it your way.”

Her facial expression changed to a mixture of fear and astonishment that I’d given up on her – well she’d got that fucking wrong.

Before she had chance to realize what I was doing, she was over my shoulder with one of my arms around her legs to stop them kicking.

“Dex, put me down,” she squealed.

“Nope, not happening.” I strode towards the taxi rank.

“Hey Dex.” It was Nate shouting behind us. “What’s happening, you want another drink or not?”

“No,” I called turning to face him. “I’m taking Katie home. Tell Isaac I’ll bring her back safe in the morning.”

“No you’re not,” Katie screamed, trying to wriggle from my hold. “Nate get Isaac.”

“Don’t you dare, Nate. She’s being a damn princess.”

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