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her comfortable. She was overheating in here. I felt her shiver at the coolness of my skin and turned it back off.
    â€œI can see she enjoys your touch. I can make you both feel good.” The man stepped forward, and his hands reached around Paisley to touch my hips.
    â€œGet your sweaty uncultured hands off her.” The voice was loud to me because it was right beside me.
    Quinn grabbed the man’s hands—they were in fact quite sweaty—and pulled him off of us.
    â€œThey were dancing with me, man. If they belong to you, it sure didn’t look like it a minute ago.” A few other men had stepped behind our dance partner. They were all quite large.
    Paisley whispered to my neck. “That’s 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.”
    Quinn advanced on the men. They looked confused. They must not have men challenge the three of them without blinking an eye very often.
    â€œI am happy Quinn is here. I enjoy his hands on my skin much more than yours.”
    Paisley laughed. “Well, let’s just hope that he doesn’t get his ass kicked.”
    â€œIf 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.” I let go of Paisley to go stand at Quinn’s side.
    â€œCoral, go to the bar, and I will meet you and Paisley there.”
    Quinn was a royal family member, but we were not in the palace, and I found that I didn’t enjoy being told where to go like I was doing my service time.
    â€œI wish to see what happens.”
    â€œWe’re going to kick your boyfriend’s ass, that’s what will happen, lady. We’ll show you how real men fight.” The three men who had begun to clear space on the dance floor high-fived each other.
    â€œReal 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.”
    The men stopped at my words, and it was obvious their vocabulary databases didn’t include many of the terms from our exchange.
    â€œThese guys speak in a more monosyllabic dialect, Coral.” 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.
    â€œThat dude just called us homos!”
    â€œNow we’re really going to kick your ass!”
    The three men were only able to take one unified step forward before the security guards had their feet dangling in the air.
    â€œThese guys bothering you?”
    â€œThey 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 don’t enjoy the way that one’s sweaty hands feel.” I listed off my grievances because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do.
    The guards and Quinn smiled at me like I didn’t do something right, but what I had done seemed to amuse them.
    â€œShe’s not from around here, is she?” The guard held one of the guys in the air. He stopped struggling when the guard shook him until his teeth clacked together.
    â€œEnglish is her second language, but she is doing very well, don’t you think?” Quinn used my naivety to our advantage. I was a bit insulted that he didn’t 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. “I promise, miss, not every guy is a jerk.” He looked up and shook hands with Quinn. “Thanks for not killing him.”
    Quinn stepped in front of me and put his hands on my hips.