“Your date’s over. Come on, I need to talk to you.”
Oh fuck. What if he has an STD?
That thought scares me stiff. Did we use a condom?
We must have. I would have insisted on it. But I’d had a couple drinks on an empty stomach. Hmm.
The real question is; do I trust myself enough to be sure?
Hayden’s hand on my arm draws my attention. It’s big and warm, and that warmth seems to spread through my entire body. With a soft tug, I’ve decided to see what he wants.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say to Lane - who doesn’t look in the least bit happy about this new development. I snatch up my handbag and jacket before turning to follow Hayden.
The whole strut through the restaurant my eyes were glued to the sculpted ass of the gorgeous man in front of me. Now, I totally understand why men are always offering for women to go first. It’s not such a hardship, after all, it’s more like winning a golden ticket to splash mountain.
I have no idea where we’re going or why I’m letting him take me, but I follow regardless. With a small shrug and a wave to Lane, we push through the exit, leading us out into the cold night air.
