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“You think so?” I ask and take a step toward him with a smile on my face. “OK… Do it again if you think I liked it so much.”
Although I appear to be calm on the outside, I am actually a mass of nerves on the inside. This can go any which way, but I have found that challenging men in this way disorients them.
It appears my comeback destabilizes him because he simmers a little bit.
Sophie steps up beside me. “If I ever see you touch another woman like that, I’ll call the cops on you!”
“What’s going on here?” comes the smoothest timbre I’ve ever heard from behind me.
Sophie and I turned around and her face lights up. “Daddy!” she exclaims. She runs to her father’s side, takes his arm, and points an accusatory finger at my assailant. “This asshole grabbed Emma’s ass.”
Sophie’s dad’s eyes flash at his daughter’s words. He walks out of Sophie’s grasp. My breath catches and my mouth goes dry as he approaches.
This has got to be the best-looking man I have ever seen in my life. He is moderately tall with salt and pepper hair. Even from a distance I can see his icy blue eyes. They are just like Sophie’s, but his are a more brilliant shade of blue.
Through the impeccably-made suit he is wearing, which I suspect is bespoke, I can tell that his body underneath is insane. His face is so handsome with its hooded eyes, sharp edges and full lips that I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
I feel my abdomen tighten as he comes to stand beside me and I look into his face. It’s like looking into the sun, so I cast my eyes down to what I think are his Italian leather shoes.
I can’t believe I’m having such a physical reaction to anyone, let aloneSophie’s dad.
“Do you think it’s appropriate to go around assaulting strangers on the street?” he asks the man.
“Hey Pops, she wouldn’t dress like that if she didn’t want attention,” he slurs while raising an eyebrow.
I look down at what I’m wearing; a powder-yellow fitted tea-length evening dress with spaghetti straps that showcase my cleavage artfully. My dress is revealing, but that doesn’t give him the right to touch me how ever he wants.
I look up into Sophie’s dad’s eyes, and he too is assessing my attire. My cheeks become inflamed and I cross my ankles under his scrutiny.
Sophie’s dad turns back to the man. “Apologize…”
“Come on.” The man laughs.
“Apologize to her right this second,” he repeats himself. I can hear an edge to his voice.
“Why?” he asks. “She liked it. See…” He reaches forward again as if to touch me, and what happens next happens so quickly.
Sophie’s dad thrusts his fist into the man’s face. I hear a crunch and the man drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Sophie and I gasp, and my assailant is groaning on the ground as he cups his nose which is gushing blood.
We all watch as he climbs back up on unsteady feet.
“You will regret this,” he says, his voice muffled by his hands. It doesn’t appear that even he believes the threat he just issued. Then he stumbles off.
Sophie runs up to me. She links her arm with mine and we both stare at her father with stars in our eyes.
“Dad! That was amazing! I didn’t think you had that in you.”
“Violence is always the last resort,” is the only response he gives on the subject.
Sophie rolls her eyes at him, then says, “Anyway, this is my friend Emma that I told you about.”
He straightens his suit jacket and turns to face me head-on. With a straight face, he says, “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally be able to put a face to the name.”
I swallow hard and clear my throat before I say, “Mr. Fields, it’s nice to meet you too.”
“Please, call me Glen,” he says, and I nod. “Anyway, can we drop you off somewhere?”
