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I gesture toward the dance floor and grin. Much to my surprise, she agrees.
“Why the hell not?”
She smiles back at me and stands, a train of our friends following behind as we make our way to the dance floor.
We dance half the night away, and Izzie gets more and more friendly after each drink she’s had—that guarded apprehension slipping and giving way to friendly warmth and welcome flirtation.
We’re having a real connection.
Raw Izzie.
I’m talking to the girl I’ve been trying to get to for weeks, and I can’t get enough of it.
That is, until the night takes a turn for the worse, when some drunken asshole decides that Izzie’s going to be his next conquest.
Or so he thinks.
This guy comes out of nowhere and cuts in, grinding on her like some dog in heat, and she’s clearly having none of it. She’s pretty buzzed at this point, so she shoves him off and laughs. She moves over to her friend Alex and continues to dance.
I flash her a winning smile from a couple feet away.
Good girl, she can take care of herself.
Then, Drunky McAssface is back again, this time with more gusto. He comes up behind her and grabs her hips and starts what I can only assume is dancing for him.
Once again, she shoves him away.
Only this time he doesn’t back off but holds on to her.
I see Alex say something to the guy, and he snaps at her, and Izzie whips around and tries to push him off. The idiot still doesn’t take the hint and tries to reason with her.
I don’t even blink before I walk over there and take care of it myself.
“Hey, pal,” I bark, “I don’t think she wants you dancing with her. Move along.”
He looks me up and down, sneers, and stumbles towards me.
“Oh, yeah?” he slurs, laughing. “And who are you, her boyfriend?”
Ha, don’t I wish, buddy, don’t I wish I was.
“Nope, just a friend. Now, I suggest you leave her the fuck alone.”
The guy stands his ground and instead of leaving, grabs Izzie’s arm. She swats him away, and that’s when I decide enough was enough.
“Hey, asshat,” I snarl, getting in his face, “touch her again, and you’ll regret it. Leave.”
Just then Izzie takes my hand and pulls me away, urging me to leave the dance floor.
“Come on, Brady, this guy’s just some drunken fool. Fuck him. He’s not worth the trouble. Let’s just get back to the VIP room.”
We start to walk, but then, he grabs at Izzie again, and I see red.
My hands ball up into fists, and my heart starts to pound as I let go of Izzie’s hand and turn around, shoving the guy as I yell at him. I want to just knock his fucking teeth out so badly, but Izzie is practically in my ear telling me not to.
“I’m not going to tell you again, fuck wad. Leave her alone.”
Apparently, this guy has another idea and takes a swing at me.
