Page 31 of Shadows of Timber Creek

Since he’s paying for it.

His exact words. I was also still pissed about the signing comment. He knows that loud places make it more difficult for me so that’s one of the reasons I often sign. It’s easier and you would think marrying a deaf person would make you want to learn ASL, but he hasn’t even offered. Not once.

The more I thought about it the angrier I got, and I had a harsh reality set in. Was Cami right? Was I making a huge mistake?

By the sixth shot, the events of this evening were long gone from my mind and my body was buzzing. Bekka and I had danced song after song and Camille finally tuckered out about an hour ago.

These underwear were still riding up in all the wrong places, so I leaned over to Bekka, yelling over the music. “I’ll be right back.”

I moved through the crowd, and down the hall to the bathrooms.

“Tills!” Someone shouted.

Lucy came towards me and from the looks of it, she was about as buzzed as I was.

“Hey girl.” She flung herself at me, gripping me in a sloppy hug.

“How was dinner?" She asks.

“Terrible.” I laugh. “Which is why I can’t remember how many shots I’ve had.”

“Same.” She waves at someone over my shoulder. “Have fun. If you need a ride home tonight just holler.”

“Will do. Bye Luce.”

She leaves me to join whoever she came with. The hallway was swaying and I had to lean up against the wood planked wall to get my footing. I blink a few times as I push into the next door. These panties had to go. Now.

I yank up my dress, clawing at the God forsaken fabric that was digging into my lady parts. I manage to grip the side and I begin to shimmy them over my thighs. My balance was off due to the tequila, so I settle one hand on the counter as I work one side of the waist down to my mid thigh. I groan, swaying as I switch hands and maneuver the other side down.

I was clearly struggling, but my hands halt all movement when I hear a voice from behind me. “Need a hand?”

I look up, glaring at Greyson in the reflection of the mirror.

“Why are you even in here?” I scoff. I make a show of looking around him. “Keeping up your reputation? How would Ana feel about you getting your rocks off in the girl’s bathroom at a bar?”

I internally wince, but keep my facial expressions void of give a shit. I haven’t mentioned Ana since he’s been here. I didn’t want him to think I kept tabs. That I even cared. But I was angry. And he was always the easiest person to release it on.

“First of all, this is the men’s room.” He cocks a dark eye brow.

Well shit.

“Second, Ana Leslie is nothing to me. Never has been, never will be. That’s the media doing their bullshit.” He takes a step towards me and I back up, planting my ass against the counter. My panties were still half way down my legs and he knew it.

“And third.” He continues. “As I said, Ana would feel nothing about what I choose to do with my cock, so seeing as you’re the only woman in this bathroom with me, are you offering?”

My jaw gapes open and I let out a scoff. “I would never,” I sneer.

That sneaky grin spreads across his face. “Never say never, Rosie.”

My hands grip the counter as he takes a step closer. I can feel the heat from his body as he slowly kneels down in front of me.

“Lift your dress,” he commands.

My eyes widen. “No.”

He shot me a pointed look. “I’m not going to touch you. I’m helping you so you don’t break your neck in these heels.”

Keeping my gaze on him, I lift my dress slightly. Just enough to reach where my underwear was sitting right above my knees. It was a bold move, but I was testing him. Or maybe I just felt like playing with fire. I couldn’t really tell at the moment. My heart was beating entirely too loud for me to comprehend my actions.

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