her comfortable. She was overheating in here. I felt her shiver at the coolness of my skin and turned it back off.
âI can see she enjoys your touch. I can make you both feel good.â The man stepped forward, and his hands reached around Paisley to touch my hips.
âGet your sweaty uncultured hands off her.â The voice was loud to me because it was right beside me.
Quinn grabbed the manâs handsâthey were in fact quite sweatyâand pulled him off of us.
âThey were dancing with me, man. If they belong to you, it sure didnât look like it a minute ago.â A few other men had stepped behind our dance partner. They were all quite large.
Paisley whispered to my neck. âThatâs not how this usually goes. We usually pretend we only like women and are in a relationship. This is much hotter, but I wanted to explain the ploy to you in case we ever need to use it again.â
Quinn advanced on the men. They looked confused. They must not have men challenge the three of them without blinking an eye very often.
âI am happy Quinn is here. I enjoy his hands on my skin much more than yours.â
Paisley laughed. âWell, letâs just hope that he doesnât get his ass kicked.â
âIf he did, the men would hurt their feet. From what I felt, a good portion of his gluteus muscles were replaced by mechanics. Even though it is bio-metal, it would hurt to kick it.â I let go of Paisley to go stand at Quinnâs side.
âCoral, go to the bar, and I will meet you and Paisley there.â
Quinn was a royal family member, but we were not in the palace, and I found that I didnât enjoy being told where to go like I was doing my service time.
âI wish to see what happens.â
âWeâre going to kick your boyfriendâs ass, thatâs what will happen, lady. Weâll show you how real men fight.â The three men who had begun to clear space on the dance floor high-fived each other.
âReal men fight only when they have a three-to-one advantage? It occurs to me you are fighting to prove masculinity, but your numbers speak more of cowardice than of gallantry.â
The men stopped at my words, and it was obvious their vocabulary databases didnât include many of the terms from our exchange.
âThese guys speak in a more monosyllabic dialect, Coral.â Quinn wrapped an arm around my waist as he spoke and kicked up his chin to direct my attention to the large men in black shirts who checked our IDs at the door.
âThat dude just called us homos!â
âNow weâre really going to kick your ass!â
The three men were only able to take one unified step forward before the security guards had their feet dangling in the air.
âThese guys bothering you?â
âThey seemed upset when I wanted to have sex with Quinn instead of them. They threatened to beat us up when I used large words, and I really donât enjoy the way that oneâs sweaty hands feel.â I listed off my grievances because I thought thatâs what I was supposed to do.
The guards and Quinn smiled at me like I didnât do something right, but what I had done seemed to amuse them.
âSheâs not from around here, is she?â The guard held one of the guys in the air. He stopped struggling when the guard shook him until his teeth clacked together.
âEnglish is her second language, but she is doing very well, donât you think?â Quinn used my naivety to our advantage. I was a bit insulted that he didnât think I could handle myself.
The guard Paisley seemed to be friends with the first night here handed the guy off to another man in a black shirt and waved his hands to get the suddenly silent music pumping again. âI promise, miss, not every guy is a jerk.â He looked up and shook hands with Quinn. âThanks for not killing him.â
Quinn stepped in front of me and put his hands on my hips.
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