Sucking in a breath, I peel my eyes open once my orgasm subsides, and I watch the man in front of me.
The stranger with the stormy eyes who just made me come for the first time in my life, while taking my virginity in a bathroom at a bar.
I’m pretty sure that’s not something that happens frequently, at least not in the books that I read.
He slowly lowers my feet to the floor and pulls out of me. I wince as he does, and then it hits me that he’s going to realize very quickly that I’m… that Iwasa virgin.
I might not ever see this man again, but that is not a conversation I want to have.
Bending, I quickly grab my shorts and pull them on, then button them.
I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t move from where he stands a few feet away.
“Uh, thank you for…” I trail off when I realize how absolutely ridiculous I sound.
Thank you for railing me into the wall behind me.
Nice doing business with you, sir.
Jesus.
I smooth a hand over my hair, taking one last look at the man who has no idea he just deflowered me.
Whose dark eyes stay locked on me as I make my getaway. Eyes that I could easily lose myself in again if I’m not careful.
Instead of the insanity that almost just spilled from my lips, I opt for “thank you” instead.
And then I’m slipping out the door and back out into the crowded bar, into the loud, thumping bass, into the mass of bodies that swallow me up.
Knowing that I’ll never forget tonight as long as I live.
I’ll never forgethim.
CHAPTER
ONE
MAISIE
It feelslike someone’s watching me.
And it’s not my chronically overweight, obscenely lazy cat, Sebastian, who’s currently sleeping on the oversized velvet chair in the corner of my bedroom.
Logically, I know that feeling watched is ridiculous since I’m in my bedroom… alone.
In my apartment, where I live… alone.
But the feeling remains, and I can’t stop looking over my shoulder as if someone’s going to see what’s currently on my laptop screen through the large bay window behind my bed.
…On the second floor.
It feels like I’m doing something that I shouldn’t be, and I have the most ridiculous, irrational urge to get up and close the blinds and draw the curtains.
“No one cares that you’re looking at… vibrators, Maisie,” I whisper out loud, even though I’m only talking to myself, and there’s no one around to hear.
Except Sebastian, and he doesn’t count.
“You’re twenty years old. You are a grown woman. There is absolutely nothing wrong with shopping for… vibrators. Self-pleasure is healthy and perfectly normal.”
