The bathroom door swung shut behind me, and I braced my hands on the sparkling marble countertop as an older woman walked out of the only occupied stall and washed her hands while she watched me curiously.
“First date,” I told her.
“Oh, honey, I don’t know how you young folks do it anymore with all these apps and chats and whatnots. My mother always said if you run out of things to talk about, just ask a person about their first pet. Works every time.”
“What if they never had pets?” I asked.
She walked to the door and didn’t even turn around as she said, “Doesn’t matter. You’ll figure out if they have mommy or daddy issues right away. And it breaks the ice too!”
The door shut behind her, and I almost called her back to ask if she had any advice for someone who wanted to jump their totally—okay,mostly—off-limits roommate’s bones.
Okay, I had to get back out there. Our mains would be served at any moment and then I’d just have to survive dessert beforeI could go home and ride Sabrina, my trusty vibrator, into the sunset.
I smoothed my skirt around my hips and then pulled the bathroom door open, only to be backpedaled into the bathroom by Isaac Kelly.
Without a word, he flipped the lock on the bathroom door and walked the length of the stalls to make sure we were alone.
“They’re empty,” I told him. “Not that you seem to care after that little stunt of yours under the table. And what about our dates? You just left them there.”
He scoffed as he quickly walked back over to me. “Like they’d even notice. Those two have been eye fucking since we ordered appetizers.”
“The whipped feta was balls to the walls,” I said, the last syllable barely escaping my lips as he used his hips to crowd me against the counter.
“Show me that fucking bralette.”
A nervous, girlish giggle hiccupped in my lungs. “Uh, what?”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t get dressed thinking about what I’d see when I undressed you.” His words were harsh. Almost mean. I liked it. It didn’t help that he was right.
He spun me around, pressing me farther into the counter until I felt his thickening length against my ass. “Show me.”
I unzipped my leather jacket as he braced himself on the countertop so I was wearing him like a cloak. The bralette was a favorite of mine. Longline cut in a deep plum mesh with embroidered thistles creeping over my nipples.
“It’s better than I imagined. I want to rip it,” he said as he ran his hands up my ribs to cup my breasts. “It’s so pretty I want to destroy it. Just like you.”
He kissed a trail up my neck, nibbling on my earlobe for a moment before whispering, “You would make a very good muse, Sunny Palmer.”
“We should go back,” I gasped as he rubbed my nipples into stiff points.
He pulled the cups of my bralette down and turned me to face him. His mouth worked a path down to one of my nipples. He sucked and bit, not showing me any mercy.
“Isaac,” I whimpered.
He groaned at the sound of my voice as he moved to my other breast. “I need to see my dick slide inside you, Sunny.”
“But—”
“Don’t even mention the librarians,” he warned.
“Fast,” I said. “We have to be fast.”
He stood up straight, pulling me by the neck to him, our lips crashing against each other. I bit down on his lower lip, and he groaned into my mouth before reaching under my skirt and tearing off my panties. I watched as he bunched them into his fist and shoved them in his pocket.
Oh God, his sexual tastes were my brand of unhinged.
He gripped the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up onto the countertop.
“You—you lifted me up,” I said. I hadn’t spent much time in the last few years ruminating on my body or how, in Southern California, I’d always been round in a sea of straight lines or how even my mother—who I loved and missed—never knew what to do with me or my body. But even if I’d laid all those thoughts to rest, I still knew that I was fat and that my body was not something a person could lift or toss around like so many other women in porn. And there was something really satisfying about the way Isaac just put me in the exact place he wanted me.
