Ash looks alarmed.
“I’m not dining and dashing,” I assure him with a smile. “I swear. You’re my ride, and I’m too cheap to Uber.”
He looks at me as if gauging whether or not to believe me, then nods.
I hurry to the restroom and duck inside a stall. I was hoping to call Celena, but there are a couple women in the restroom with me, so I have to settle for texting instead.
Gray
Help. Ash bought me a bottle of wine that costs as much as my first car, and he just threatened to finger fuck me in the middle of the restaurant when I ran my foot up his leg.
I hit send on the text and pee while I’m waiting for a response. I’ve left out a lot of context, but I hit the important points.
My phone starts to ring, but I send it to voicemail and text Celena.
Gray
Can’t talk. Restroom is not secure.
The bouncing dots indicate Celena is typing, and her message comes through seconds later.
Celena
WTF Gray! You can’t send a message like that then tell me we can’t talk!
Gray
Sorry, can’t be helped. Wine isn’t the important part. We were teasing each other with hypotheticals, and I ran my foot up his leg. He said "hypothetically" if a woman did that to him on a real date, he’d pull her onto his lap and finger fuck her.
I hit send but then add another nugget.
Gray
Then he implied he thought about fucking me half the day.
A string of exploding-head emojis pop up on the screen.
Gray
What do I do?
I wait as the dots start bouncing again.
Celena
…Let him fuck you?
I push out a long breath and roll my eyes.
Gray
Not helpful.
Celena
I refer you to our earlier conversation about this.
Gray
