Chapter 10

I shiver at the thought of his huge paw on my ass, his wet grunt far too close to my ear, and his hardening cock pressed against my hip. That guy needs a lecture from Grampa about consent.

When I finally managed to wring myself out of his grip, I ran further into the pub instead of running for the door. Like a stupid blonde in a horror movie.

Hence, hiding in the ladies’ room.

Nelson: Are you all right?

Finn: Yes. Except that I’m insulted by his bad pickup lines. “You wanna be the twink to my bear?” What’s up with that? I’m not even a twink.

I try to keep it light, even though I’m seriously rattled. He was just…so big. And persistent. I’m no shrimp, but standing next to him made me feel like a short, skinny twig. I’m not even wearing anything that usually provokes that kind of reaction. Regular jeans and a sweater, perfectly boring and appropriate for a pub night.

Nelson: You’re right, that was terrible. Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?