Brett strolled back from the bathroom in high spirits. Dinner out with his girlfriend and colleague had been delightful.
Walking back to the table, he’d taken a roundabout route and come up from behind.
From this angle he could now see what had been obscured during the meal. The colleague was stroking her thigh under her skirt.
Had he sat there like a chump while another man fondled his partner?
He now stormed up to the table and put his hand on her back.
“Come, baby. We’re going back to my place,” he snarled while glaring back at her husband.
