I grab my purse and get to my feet.
“Going somewhere?” Harrison asks.
I walk over to him and lean down so I can whisper into his ear. “Just going to powder my nose.” I dart my eyes around quickly to confirm that no one is looking, and then I nibble his earlobe gently.
He shudders, and I saunter away to the ladies’ room.
Hoping that he’ll pick up on my hint.
17
HARRISON
Damn it. I’m hard as a rock.
And these black slacks don’t hide a boner as well as jeans do.
I shift in my seat, hoping no one is looking as I discreetly tuck myself under the waistband of my underwear.
Fuck. Just being in Bianca’s presence turns me on. She even makes eating an oyster look sexy. And that little move just now, where she nibbled my earlobe in the middle of the restaurant… Holy shit.
Then it dawns on me.
Was that…an invitation?
I’ve been to Brassica a few times in the past. It’s a classy place.
Perhaps it’s the kind of restaurant where the bathroom stalls go all the way to the floor…
But… Bianca can’t possibly expect me to just waltz into the women’s restroom, stalls or otherwise. If the wrong person saw me, I’d be arrested on the spot. Hell, if I saw another man go into the bathroom after Bianca, I’d beat the shit out of him.
I could knock on the bathroom door…
But what if she didn’t mean to invite me?
I’ll look like a fucking creep.
And again, if someone else sees me, I’m done for.
Rock, meet hard place.
Emphasis on the “hard.”
Okay… What if the waiter came by our table, asked us what we wanted for our main course?
Bianca has to be back at Aces by eight, so it’s time sensitive.
I could text her.
But my phone could have died.
There we go.
It’s a flimsy-ass excuse, but it’ll do.
I stand up, subtly tucking my erection away as I do so, and saunter over to the door of the ladies’ restroom, knocking gently. “Bianca, you in there?”
No response.
