“Exactly. You can be pissed out there,” I snapped back, pointing at the door.
“You’re a mouthy thing,” he grinned. “Are you pissed too?”
“No,” I said, sighing heavily. Was the room spinning? Maybe a little.
“Don’t tell porkies. You’re completely wankered.”
“I can’t understand a thing you’re saying,” I spat out. “Now please get the hell out of here.”
Lucas sat down with his back against the closed door, stretching his long legs out in front of him. “Don’t let me stop you from what you’re doing. I just need a moment. Too many people. Too much noise. It gets to you after a while.”
“You could always go home or something. You know, rather than hanging out in a bathroom,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Lucas sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t think I can be arsed to move at the moment. The room’s spinning.”
I washed my hands and then waited. The air was stifling and the air freshener was making me nauseous. The last thing I wanted was to puke in front of this guy.
I surreptitiously watched him, trying not to be obvious about it. I didn’t think it was beer goggles, but damn he was hot.
“You can look. They all do,” he said, startling me.
“Excuse me?”
He wasn’t being so discreet. He openly ogled me. There was something about the way his eyes raked over my body that made me feel alive. Sexy.
It had been a long time since I had felt instantaneous physical attraction towards a man I didn’t know. And drooling over Tom Hardy didn’t count.
If he hadn’t been essentially holding me captive in a nasty restroom, I may have tried to flirt it up a little.
“You’re beautiful.”
My cheeks flamed hot. “I uh…well…um…thank you?” I didn’t know what to say. I stumbled and stammered my way through words that didn’t really sound like anything intelligible. So much for being flirty.
Lucas snorted, clearly amused by my response. “Um..ah…um. Can’t take a compliment?” He closed his eyes, his head wobbling side to side.
“Okay dick for brains, move out of the way, I’d like to leave.” I threw away the paper towel I had been using and stood directly in front of him, tapping my toe.
He peered up at me, his eyebrow raised. “Can you stop that? I’ve got a fucking hell of a headache.” He rubbed his temples.
“Maybe you’re hard of hearing. Move. Out. Of. The. Way.” I nudged him with the tip of my shoe.
He ignored me.
I nudged him again. Harder this time.
He grabbed ahold of my calf, his thick fingers wrapping around and holding me firm. He squeezed. Just lightly. Pressing into my skin. “Stop. Now,” he said softly, with a hint of warning.
“Just what exactly are you going to do if I don’t?” I challenged. His hand swept up the back of my leg. Past my knee. Up to my thigh, pushing my skirt upwards.
I let out a squeak as his fingers brushed the curve of my ass. I pushed his hand away. “Keep your hands to yourself,” I exclaimed, feeling strangely out of breath.
Lucas got to his feet in a rush of movement that had me taking a step backwards. I really wished I hadn’t had so much to drink. I couldn’t think clearly. The room was fuzzy. All I could focus on was Lucas Bradley and his very, very intense eyes.
“Just what exactly are you going to do if I don’t?” he echoed my words, his hands gripping my waist.
“Are you trying to intimidate me?” I asked, swallowing thickly. My mouth was dry. My heart was beating furiously. And Lucas Bradley was pressed up against me.
I felt himeverywhere.
