His narrowed eyes proved he was more than prepared to take me up on the challenge I’d penned for him. When he was a few feet away he pulled his hands out of his pockets and unbuttoned his suit jacket.
He passed by the drunk girls without so much as a side glance and then his gaze met mine. As he stepped closer, I realized the full extent of what I’d begun by sending him that note.
“Skipping out on your blind date already?” Grayson asked. At once he wrapped a hand around my neck and used his other to turn the door handle behind me so that we fell back into the small bathroom. “That's not very ladylike.”
We stumbled, entwined together. I closed the door behind us and he locked it.
Click.
The audible confirmation of what we were about to do.
He walked me back to the edge of the black sink and I glanced around the room. For a bathroom, it was covertly sexy. It’s like they wanted couples to sneak away into them. The black marble floor and decorative wallpaper continued into the room, but the lighting was even dimmer, casting a romantic yellow haze over the two of us.
We were right up against the sink when Grayson spun me around to face the mirror. I was sandwiched between the countertop and Grayson, and when I glanced up into the antique mirror, I caught sight of us together for the first time. Grayson was right: I didn't seem very ladylike. My dark brown hair fell around my shoulders. My blouse was pulled tight over my chest, revealing a sliver of my pink lacy bra. My eyeliner and mascara had smudged around my eyes, giving me a mysterious, dangerous glow. My darker side was showing.
Grayson’s height made it so the top of my head fell just beneath his chin.
“Do you realize how much of a tease you are? Walking around my office in outfits like this everyday?”
I managed to shake my head no, mesmerized by his words.
“Every time I see you, I want to spread your legs just like this.”
His left dress shoe hit my designer heel and then he kicked it out so that my knees buckled. His hand reached out to hold me up as I secured my footing with my feet spread much wider than they’d been just a second before.
I shot him an annoyed glance and he squeezed my hip as reassurance. The smirk he wore proved he enjoyed sweeping my feet out from under me, literally and figuratively.
“They’ll be able to hear us in the hallway,” he said, pushing my pencil skirt up around my hips.
I bit my lip and gripped the counter even tighter. I watched my knuckles turn white as he shimmied my panties down past my hips. I had to pull my feet back together so that the lace could slide down, but the second they were gone I moved back to how he’d placed me a moment before. The low groan he emitted told me I’d done the right thing.
A new, seductive song kicked on in the lounge as he unbuckled his belt.
I swallowed slowly, nerves starting to get the better of me as his palm slid up the back of my thigh. He left goose bumps as his touch trailed higher and I tried my hardest to watch it all happen in the mirror. It was hard, though, to confront your deepest desires head on. I’d never done anything like this with anyone, let alone with someone like Grayson.
“Can you see my hand in the mirror, Cammie?” he asked as he touched the center of my thighs.
The mirror cut off just a few inches above my hips so I pressed up onto my tiptoes and nodded.
I could see it all.
“Keeping watching,” he said as he brushed a finger over my skin.
My knees threatened to buckle.
The music grew louder.
My moans matched his.
I squeezed my eyes closed and he told me to open them, to watch.
My stomach pressed against cold marble.
His hands dug into my hips as he held me in place.
Someone rapped on the bathroom door, and we completely ignored them.
He pressed into me in one quick thrust and I nearly lost my footing.
He held onto me tighter, keeping me in place.
We moved with the music. My heart matched the beat.
I pushed my hips back to meet his and his eyes rolled closed.
When I cried out some time later, Grayson bit down on my earlobe and whispered, “I found you just like your note asked… but now I think I’ll keep you here all for myself.”
…
“Are you kidding me right now?! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?” Brooklyn yelled.
I took a step back, holding my hands up in defense. If I hadn’t been two drinks in, I would have been looking for some kind of escape route. Alas, I had to face Brooklyn’s fury head on.
“You need to calm down. It is not that big of a deal,” I said—obviously the best thing to say to an angry person.
We’d gone back to Brooklyn’s apartment after happy hour. Jason had stepped out a few minutes earlier to get us ice cream, per my request, and some more wine, per Brooklyn’s request. We didn’t have long to talk before he returned, but she’d asked me where I’d gone in the middle of happy hour and I’d decided to tell her the truth.