Page 67 of The Sounds of Her

Oh shit. My hips lift slightly, almost begging those fingers to move to a place inappropriate for where we are. No one can see his hand. No one knows where it is except me. Touching me like this has nothing to do with our plan.

I pull back, licking my lips. This is getting out of hand. There is putting on a show for the cameras and there is plain losing my common sense with this man. His fingers set my panties back in place and he strokes my thigh as he moves his hand out from under my skirt.

I’m a writhing, panting mess. My heart is pounding, my pussy is fucking throbbing. I try to get a glimpse between his legs, but it’s too dark, and he never let me press anywhere close to his groin. Is he as turned on as I am right now?

I need some space, because if I don’t get away from him, I’ll do something reckless. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”

“Everything okay?” he asks, leaning over and taking a drink someone is offering him. “That wasn’t too much?”

“No, it’s fine. I… have to use the bathroom,” I groan. Way to keep your cool, Brooke.

He smirks with a shrug, but his eyes examine me, trying to figure out why I’m running. Which is what I’m doing. He squeezes my hand as I get up. I feel his eyes on me as I walk away.

Jenna meets me outside the restroom. She is staring at me with a weird expression. She saw me freaking out, no doubt.

I don’t want to admit to anyone what that kiss did to me, least of all her. I’ve kissed my fair share of men over the years. Some have been amazing, some have been awful, but none have ever been cosmic.

Shit, what kind of bullshit is that?

Inside the ladies’ room, Jenna checks all the stalls.

“Okay, we’re alone.”

I drop my purse on the counter by the sinks and pull out my make-up bag, finding my lipstick. It’s a no smudge lipstick and usually it does an amazing job. Not today. It’s not smeared all over my face, but it is rubbed off and there is some spread up over my cupid’s bow. Not all the redness is lipstick though.

“I know you’re playing up to the cameras but damn.” Jenna fans herself with her hand.

“That is all it was,” I say, wiping my lips and around my mouth. “And that is all it’s going to be.” I give her a stern look in the mirror.

Jenna moves to the counter and boosts herself up. I roll my eyes at her shirt, with the band name ‘Kiss’ across her tits. She’s paired it with a short leather skirt and knee boots, a casual sexy look she pulls off effortlessly.

Jenna doesn’t take her eyes off me as I finish fixing my face and re-apply my lipstick. She’s quiet, and that concerns me. After everything is back in my purse, I go to a stall and shut the door.

“I saw that woman being kicked out. What did she say to you?”

“I’m peeing.”

“That’s never stopped us talking before,” she sings back to me.

I finish up, then come back out to wash my hands, telling her what happened.

“Women can be so bitchy. I wish I could say it stops when it’s out there that someone is in a relationship, but there are certain women who don’t give a shit about it. So that was why the kissing started?”

“He said we had to make the most of the incident, so people know I’m not full of shit saying he’s mine.”

“Well, it looked pretty damn real from where I was sitting.”

I roll my eyes at her.

“You ran away like your ass was on fire, so don’t tell me you aren’t affected.”

“Who wouldn’t be?” I scrub my hands, then rinse them off. “He’s a good kisser.”

Once I’m done drying my hands, I spot a hand cream. Giving it a sniff, my nose wrinkles. Lavender. It reminds me of my grandma. She was a mean old cow who thought children should be seen and not heard. It’s no wonder where my mom got her brand of love.

“We both know what this is,” I say, setting the cream back down without using it, and adjusting my hair. “I’m not even into him like that.”

She snorts a laugh. “Everyone is into him like that.”

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