Rorie squeezes her eyes shut like she’s wishing for a trapdoor to open beneath her. “I was just?—”
“Fucking in a public bathroom?” Maya helpfully supplies. “Yeah. No shit. But hey—your goal tonight was to get off, so…Mission. Accomplished.”
“We weren’t fucking,” Rorie fires back.
I step back a fraction, my palms reluctantly sliding from her skin. The moment evaporates, replaced by fluorescent lighting and the awkward silence of witnesses.
Maya folds her arms, fixing me with a look. “Really? Thebathroom?”
I rake a hand down my face, still breathless, still painfully aware of my raging hard on. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Oh, come on. It’sexactlywhat it looks like.” Maya lifts a brow, then gestures between us. “And honestly? Good for you. But this?” She points to the walls, then zeroes in on me. “You can do better. She’s worth more.”
I nod once, voice rough. “I know.”
She jerks her chin toward the door. “Then go. Before you start eyeing the mop closet for round two.”
Three, actually.
“Maya,” Rorie groans, tugging her dress down with all the grace of someone reentering the atmosphere.
“What?” Maya shrugs. “If you’re gonna have hot enemy sex, at least do it somewhere that doesn’t smell like bleach and broken dreams.”
For the first time, Rorie almost laughs. I glance at her as I adjust my sleeves, something electric passing between us.
“Uh–sorry, I’ll see you later,” she says, hesitant.
Her voice makes my pulse thrum harder.
I press a kiss to her temple. “Goodnight, Adams.” Then I move toward the door, acknowledging Maya on the out.
It takes all of two seconds after the door swings shut before I hear, “HOLY fucking shit, Rorie! The whole bar heard you in here.”
I smile.
And leave them to it.
CHAPTER 26
FIVE-FINGERED DISCOUNT
RORIE
When was the last time you had sex?
…Wow. Not even a “Hey Carl, how’s life?” No “What’s up, bestie?” Just straight to THAT?
Fine. Hey Carl, how’s life? When was the last time you had sex? Also, emoji number one.
Unbelievable.
And, sorry, but THIS convo calls for emojis.
Answer the question, Carl.
Define “sex.”
If you say something stupid, I swear to God…
