Page 10 of Awakened by Sin

When she realized her companion was heading toward the exit, she tugged on his hand. He turned and leaned close when she went on tiptoe.

“I want you to fuck me here,” she said.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Here?”

“Bathroom.”

Fast and dirty was how she wanted it. She didn’t want to go to this guy’s apartment and act as if this was anything more than a random hookup. This was a slam, bam, thank you, ma’am, and she wanted it over before her conscience piped up, which was why she was nice and drunk. If she was going to be miserable, she wanted a damn good reason to be.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Despite his question, she could see the excitement he tried to hide. What man didn’t want a random hookup?

“Yes.”

She started toward the bathroom and rolled her eyes when she saw the long lines. She veered toward the private lounge. The prospect pulled on her arm.

“That’s for VIPs,” he said.

She walked up to the bouncer who inclined his head and opened the door.

“Whoa, that was cool. You got connections, mama?”

She ignored his question and dragged him down a long hallway filled with private rooms for VIPs. He was thoroughly distracted now, which pissed her off. She made a beeline for the door at the end of the hall and yanked him into the women’s bathroom. The bathroom was opulent and done in black and gold. A bright-eyed bathroom attendant sprung off her stool with a belt full of makeup brushes, perfume, pasties, glue, condoms, and more. She was ready to assist in any way.

“Scat for a couple of minutes. Watch the door,” Carmen ordered and handed over two hundred dollars.

“Whoa, you’re rich?” the prospect asked.

The bathroom attendant took the money and exited while the prospect started talking excitedly.

“Are you famous or—?” he began.

She pushed him against the wall and kissed him. He stopped talking and clamped his hands on her ass. She rubbed her crotch against his to entice her pussy. There was no spark of interest, nothing.

Carmen.

She stiffened as Vinny’s voice tried to intrude. She should have taken another shot. She broke the kiss. “Go down on me.”

He hesitated. “I don’t—”

“If you don’t go down on me, I won’t go down on you.”

He dropped so fast it would have been funny if she was in a laughing mood. But she wasn’t. She was beginning to panic. Was she destined to be a numb, celibate zombie for the rest of her life? A crazy woman who had one-sided conversations with her dead husband? The echo of his voice wasn’t a source of comfort but one of immense pain. She couldn’t do this any longer.

She was about to raise her dress when the bathroom door opened. She opened her mouth to tell them to get lost when Marcus walked in. He looked extremely fine in a navy suit that fit him like a glove. He let the door swing shut and looked down at the man on his knees in front of her, clearly about to eat her out. The fact that Vinny’s replacement seemed determined to interrupt her from moving on was beyond annoying.

She crossed her arms. “Can I help you?”

“I thought I saw you,” he said pleasantly as if they were at a cocktail party and not in the women’s bathroom. “What are you doing, Carmen?”

“What does it look like?” she snapped.

“It looks like you’re about to make a mistake.” Marcus jerked his chin at the prospect. “Get lost.”

“Hey, buddy, this isn’t your business.”

“It is,” Marcus said, “and I run this place. Get out.”

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