Page 99 of Pelvic Flaws

“She better not break his heart,” I said, snapping my eyes to their two empty seats.

“If either of them breaks the other’s heart, they’ll get over it. They’re young and having fun; having sex in dark corners of bars because they don’t want his mom to see.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped, bringing everyone’s attention to me. I smiled at them and then turned back to whisper close to Dex’s ear. “You really think they’ve been having sex while I’ve been sitting here?”

He grinned and shook his head in disbelief at the fact I hadn’t realized. “His hair is suddenly a little messier, he has a huge fucking grin on his face and Scarlett keeps shifting in her seat. Oh and I think I saw a pair of red panties sticking out of the pocket on his jeans, so yeah darlin’, I think they might have been having sex while you’ve been sitting here.”

My head shot around to see Scarlett sitting back down and I noticed how flushed her face was and that she was folding her tight pencil skirt carefully around her legs.

“They’ve gone missing three times in the last two hours,” I hissed.

“He’s nineteen, darlin’, I’m guessing he’ll go another couple of rounds before the night is over.”

As my mouth dropped open, Dex began to laugh, pulling me in for a side hug and kissing my temple. “The stamina of youth darlin’, the stamina of fucking youth.”

Reaching for my drink, I noticed Isaac walking back to the table, looking less than happy. Surely Scarlett hadn’t dumped him already – they’d only just had sex, possibly three bloody times.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he sat down, next to Scarlett.

Scarlett laid a hand on his knee and looked at him with an expression of worry.

“What’s happened?” she asked.

I heaved a little sigh of relief that there wasn’t going to be any drama with them at least.

“Bloody Sophie Tit Wank is here,” he hissed, leaning closer to me. “She’s going to come over when she’s got her drink.”

“Who is Sophie whatever wank?” Scarlett asked, her head swiveling to look around the bar. “Is she an ex or something?”

Isaac smiled softly at her and I knew instantly Scarlett wasn’t going to be another of his one night stands. My boy really liked her, and by her reaction, I think she really liked my boy.

“No, my bloody step-mother, she’s a-.”

Scarlett’s shoulders relaxed – yep, she liked him.

“Hey buddy,” Dex said with authority. “Don’t finish that sentence and you know I think that name you give her is pretty shitty.”

I glanced at him, wishing I didn’t feel bitter at him for sticking up for Sophie. I knew deep down, it was simply Dex’s inbred need for respect, but it still pinched a little that it was for her.

As if reading my mind, he leaned in and said. “You know how I feel about disrespect, Katie Cat, and I’m telling him as his boss, not your boyfriend.”

I chewed on my lip and nodded. He was right and I also knew I was partly to blame for Isaac’s attitude to Sophie. I’d never chastised him when he gave her the nickname he had, I’d only ever stopped the kids using it half-heartedly and sometimes laughing when they did – I’d even used it myself. I had dual standards, boasting how I’d taught my boys to respect women, yet let them disrespect their step-mother. I knew all that and I agreed with it all, yet still deep down I liked the fact that they had a less than pleasant nickname for her. I thought it was funny and hated that Dex didn’t.

“Is she with your dad?” I asked, turning back to Isaac.

“No, with her friends and she’s drunk.”

I nodded and sighed, sitting back in my seat to wait for Sophie’s arrival at my table. I’d been feeling great, having a nice time, but now I felt uncomfortable and…shit to top it all off, I was starting to have a hot sweat.

As the heat started to rise from the swirling sensation in my stomach, I stood up. “Just nipping to the loo,” I told Dex, flashing him a smile before rushing off.

I knew he’d seen me have a couple of flushes before, but his staff hadn’t and I certainly didn’t want Sophie to see me all hot and sweaty.

Pushing into the ladies’ bathroom, I reached into my bag for the small hand held fan I’d bought a few days earlier. Turning it on, I leaned against the wall and basked in the joy of the tiny bit of cool air that it provided. I pulled at the neck of my top and directed the fan to my boobs, where the river of sweat was running, and wiped a hand along the back of my neck, under my hair, swiping at the wetness.

“I fucking hate this,” I grumbled to myself as I pushed off the wall and reached for some paper towels that were in a rattan basket next to the sink.

I spent a couple of minutes wiping myself down, thankful that no one else had come in to witness my shame. This was a pretty trendy bar and I doubted there were many women in there who were my age and going through the stupid bloody menopause.

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