John was used to getting some attention at the pub, but usually you were there to stake your claim to your husband.

In a way John liked it. Watching you shut others down like it was nothing. What could he say? It was hot.

Only this time you had been chatting to one of your mutual friends while he remained at the bar with both of your drinks.

That was when a woman slid into your seat and took your drink from him, and took a sip. “Hey there, handsome. You wanna show a lady a nice time?” she purred.

John raised an eyebrow at the blunt move. “Sorry, Ma’am. I’ll have to pass.”

The woman pouted and leaned in. “Aw, really? What a pity…” She caressed his arm and his eyebrows furrowed. “I could make you feel good, Captain.”

“Yeah?” he huffed. “Doubt it. Besides, that’s my spouse, starin’ at you.”

The woman turned her head and looked at you, dragging her eyes over your form. “Is that so?” she asked and patted his shoulder.

John winced inwardly as he saw your eyes narrow a fraction at the action.

“I’ll handle this, handsome. Then we can get out of here,” the woman purred and pushed off him, heading towards you.

This was not going to end well.

“Don’t do that,” he tried to stop her, to no avail. John winced again and tried to catch your eye.

Don’t mess her up too bad, sweetheart.