Page 47 of Tempt Me

I gulped half a glass of wine before I managed to drag the drink away from my lips. Lolita’s intense blue eyes drilled into me, and she frowned.

Our waiter arrived and draped serviettes across our laps, filled our water glasses, handed out the menus, and explained the daily specials with animated flamboyance. The dour waiter who served us at our coffee shop each Tuesday sure could use a lesson from this guy.

Once he left, and as Calvin and Clayton scanned the menu, Lolita cleared her throat. I glanced at her, and she mouthed,are you okay?

I shook my head.

She bulged her eyes and nodded over her shoulder, a sign that we could go to the ladies.

I nodded.

“I’m busting for the loo.” Lolita slipped back on her chair and flung her oversized bag over her shoulder. “Come on, Jane.”

I stood, and she joined my side, tucked her hand into my elbow, and led me to the restroom.

The heavy door slammed behind us as we entered, and she tossed her handbag on the bench, turned to me, and clutched my wrist. “Holy shit, babe, I didn’t know you hated him that much.”

“Who?” I frowned.

“Clayton. You look like you’ve already chucked your oysters.”

I shook my head. “It’s not Clayton. It’s Dontrel.”

“Who?”

“The drummer out there. It’s Dontrel, my Jamaican guy.”

Her eyes bulged. “The hot black guy with the fucking huge cock?”

“Lolly!”

Someone giggled from behind a closed cubical door, and we both burst out laughing.

I tugged Lolly’s arm, snatched her handbag off the bench, and together, we squeezed into a cubicle. I locked the door, and we stifled our laughter as we waited a ridiculous amount of time for the mystery person to flush, wash their hands, and leave. Once the door banged shut again, we burst out laughing and returned to the sink area.

Lolly unzipped her bag and rummaged through its vast contents. “Are you sure it’s him?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go say hi.”

“What? No! He’ll recognize me.”

“No, he won’t. Remember, you were in disguise.” She turned to the mirror and applied another layer of lipstick.

I chewed over what she’d said. Yes, I’d been in disguise, but did I really want to risk it?

As if on cue, the band kicked into another song, and Lolly practically dragged me out of the bathroom.

“This’s going to be fun.” She pulled me to the dance floor, and while Lolly broke into groovy moves that had her boobs in a jiggling frenzy, I tried my best to keep my back to the band, my stomach contents contained, and dance like a normal person. Lolly stared at the musicians, no doubt checking out Dontrel with her oversexed eyes.

“He’s gorgeous,” she yelled over the tribal beat.

“I told you.”

“I wish I could see it.”

I frowned. “See what?”

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