I go to give this prick a piece of my mind, but Isolde’s arms wrap tightly around my body and I feel her breath fan against my ear making every muscle in my body melt.
“Don’t,” she pleads softly, and something about that one word gives me pause.
The bartender finally decides to intervene, and I watch as this c**k sucker gets his ass kicked out, and the young woman sitting and watching anxiously is finally joined by her partner who is looking at the scene in confusion and alarm as he goes to comfort her. Meanwhile, I take slow breaths to calm myself down as Isolde peppers featherlight kisses against my cheek. I’m still mad she stopped me, but the kisses feel really good.
“Ladies? Your table is ready, if you’ll just follow me,” the hostess announces as she comes over to us.
“Come on, le
