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He doesn’t take the hint and continues to invade my space. I plant my foot on the floor and attempt to scoot the stool back. It doesn’t budge.
He reaches up and wraps a lock of my hair around one of his fingers. “I love long hair.”
“Excuse me, but it’s impolite to touch someone’s hair without their permission,” I say politely as I shake loose from him.
“I like it. I like you. Want to grab your drink and find a quiet corner to talk?”
“You’re a presumptuous asshole, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Listen, sugar tits, I’m just trying to buy you a drink and get to know you better.”
“What did you just call me?” I screech.
He leans in closer. “I mean, that shirt, those tits.”
I gesture to my breast. “These tits fed my baby girl before I left home,” I tell him.
“Mmm, suddenly, I’m hungry,” he coos.
Eww.
“Suddenly, I’m nauseous.”
Maxi appears, and she places the two glasses in front of me.
“Everything okay over here?” she asks.
“I was just offering to buy my new friend here a drink. Can you add these to my tab?” he says.
I shake my head.
“Sure thing. In fact, I’ll add their entire table’s bill to your tab. Friend.”
He doesn’t react. He just reaches for one of the glasses and then wraps his hand around my arm.
“Come on. I’ll help you carry these, sweetheart,” he says.
I jerk free, and before I can say anything, Maxi leans over the bar and gets into his face.
“Listen, buddy. I don’t know who you are, so I’m assuming you’re just passing through. We like visitors here in the valley, but I can promise you that if you lay one more unwelcome touch on her or make one more unwanted pass at her or any other female in this place, I’m gonna staple your nutsack to that barstool. You got me?”
He starts to snap back at her when she picks up the stapler sitting beside the register and attaches a receipt to a to-go bag. Her glare never leaving him.
His eyes fall to the contraption in her hand, and he takes a step back.
“I’ll get your credit card. You want to cash out now, right?” she asks him.
“Yeah,” he says.
I take the opportunity to take our cocktails and squeeze past him.
I guess guys really don’t care if you are sporting a few extra curves.
When I make it back to the table, the girls are in deep conversation.
I hand Brandee her margarita and take my seat.
“We’ve decided that we’re all going to join the gym together,” Jena informs me.
