Collect yourself, Demi. Be fucking cool.
Pushing off the sink, I shake my hands of the excess water, then dry them on my dress before standing tall and turning to face him. Wait… do I know him? Was he at the wedding?
“Are you alright?” he asks once more, breaking me from my very private inner monologue.
“First of all, I wasnoteye fucking you. You just caught me off-guard. Second, I must be doing better than you since I can clearly tell the difference between the men’s room and the women’s.”
He runs his large hand through his dark blonde, tousled locks and cocks a brow before looking around the room like he’s confused. “Are you sure about that?”
His eyes lock on mine as he tips his head just over his shoulder to the corner where…
Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess.
I don’t have to look in the mirror to confirm a blush is actively creeping up my neck and cheeks. I can feel it happening as my eyes pull from his and land on thetwo urinalsoff to the side and tucked in the corner.
He’s not in the wrong restroom.
I am.
Think fast, Demi.
“Oh, shit. That’s what I get for rushing,” I chuckle and give my shoulders a cursory shrug.Fucking really?“And Iwasn’teye-fucking you. You’re not my type.” My face gets hotter with every word that spills from my lips and I groan. I’m pretty sure I’m making things worse.
“You know you said that twice, right?”
“Said what?” I ask, confused, because I’m so flustered right now, I honestly don’t remember anything I’ve said.
“The part aboutnoteye fucking me.” He grins.
“Well… Then I guess you could say I’m doubly not eye fucking you.” I groan internally.Ugh. I’m definitely making this weird.
The asshole actually laughs. Not a polite little chuckle. A full on belly laugh.
Just as his laugh is dissipating he speaks. “Thanks for the laugh. I needed that.” When I don’t immediately move on, he closes the distance between us and encases me against the marble counter with both of hisverymuscular arms. His face is inches from mine and I can’t stop myself from gulping down whatever saliva has taken up residence in my mouth. “Do you mind giving me a minute? I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, so I’m happy to oblige if you’re into watching this sort of thing. I’ve never been one to kink shame, but that adorable pink color creeping up your neck tells me this isn’t what you’re into.”
Good grief. He’s so close. Leather and some kind of spice invades my brain and now I’m very curious how it’s possible for a single human to smell so fucking delicious.
I shake my head quickly, hoping it will straighten out whatever is happening in there, before I place a hand against his chest and push. I need him out of my personal bubble as soon as humanly possible. “Have fun with that,” I mutter as I slide past him and make my way to the door.
Have fun with that? Seriously? What is he supposed to have fun with, exactly? Holding his dick while he pees?
I’m out the door before I can embarrass myself any further. Except, I don’t make it very far. My back lands hard against the lobby wall in a feeble attempt at holding myself up.
My fingers find my nearest pulse. Yep. Racing. Shit.
Unfortunately, I don’t get much time to figure out what the hell is wrong with me, because the door pops open and again, he’s there… invading my space.
“Oh, baby. You didn’t have to wait for me,” he croons with the corner of his lip turned upward into a smirk. “You could’ve just waited for me naked in the room.” He follows his taunting with an exaggerated wag of his eyebrows and the roll of my eyes that follows is suddenly out of my control.
The man is at least a foot taller than me, so I’m forced to crane my neck to meet his gaze. “Do you always pick up women outside of the men’s room?” I add a touch of snark to my question. I can’t deny this exchange with him is kind of fun.
“Only the ones that sneak into the men’s room first and clearly have some weird men’s room kink,” he snarks back.
Oh, he’s good.
But, now I’m curious if he’s actually hitting on me. Do Iwanthim to be hitting on me?
I bite my lip and mutter, “That was an accident.”
