No Means No

Xander

“Thank you,” she said on a sigh.

“No problem. Is that normal?”

“With this group, yes.”

I looked around at the men talking and laughing. Some had removed their suit jackets and loosened their ties. Others were still buttoned up tight. “They are lawyers?” I asked.

“Yes. The expensive kind. They have one of these parties every few months. They always ask for me. Every party is always the same. The married men are on the prowl. They are worse than the single guys.”

“What do you mean?” I growled.

“They are relentless. They think they are god’s gift to women. They do not understand the word no or what marriage vows mean.”

“Assholes,” I murmured. “I’ll make sure they know it is not okay.”

She smiled up at me. “I think you being here is definitely going to change things. I’ve claimed I had a boyfriend at past parties and they don’t care.”

“They will now.”

“There’s one of the partners. I need to talk with him.”

“I’ll go with you,” I insisted.

Her pretty smile made me very happy I showed