Page 2 of Midnight Kisses

“Decline,” I said firmly.

“Truly, I can.” She scrambled to her feet, and the more I saw of her, the more my brain short-circuited. She was delicious. Soft and sexy, wrapped in a fabric that showed her body to perfection, as befit a work of art. I stared like a horny teen while she procured a large plastic toolbox from under her chaise and rustled through it.

“Stain remover!” She held up a bottle triumphantly. “Take off your pants and give them to me.”

Right sentiment, wrong context.

“No.”

“You can go into a stall and pass them over the door to me. Everyone else is listening to the speeches, so it’s just you and me.”

That was the fucking problem.

“I’m a safe person, I promise.” Her reassuring smile was wasted on a reprobate like me. “I won’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

Perhaps this goddess could go find Rose and give hera crash course on boundaries.

Rose was a daughter of one of my mum’s friends, therefore I’d heard no end of her virtues. She was single, fun, ran marathons and owned a PR firm—a skillset my mother believed would be useful for me, the cheeky broad. Yes, I moved around town chasing a good time, but my mother was out of her mind if she thought a non-consensual cock grab was the way to my heart.

Just thinking about it pissed me off again.

The blonde bombshell whose job was justbathroomassumed my dark expression was for her, but instead of being intimidated like a sensible person, she crossed to the main bathroom door and twisted a lock I hadn’t noticed.

“Go on,” she waved her hand behind her without turning around. “It’s locked now, and I’m not looking. Go into a stall then toss your pants out to me.”

“Not happening, blondie.”

While she was still facing the door in a show of modesty that was wasted on me, I tugged the bottle of stain remover out of her hand and took it to the sink.

“Hey!”

“How hard can it be?” I muttered. “Just spray the thing on the thing—ow fuck.”

“You need water!”

I waved my hands to activate a stream of water from the sensor-operated tap and scooped it on my crotch. Then, fuck modesty, the situation had become dire and this was her fault anyway, I unbuckled my pants and dropped them.

There was a gasp behind me.

When I looked up at the mirror, blondie was eyeballing my ass.

“What happened to not looking?” I teased.

Her cheeks flamed red.

“I thought you were a safe person?”

“I—” she seemed to choke, “—am.”

“When you’ve finished committing my ass cheeks to memory, could you get some towels?”

“Towels!” She clapped her hands. “Good idea!”

Despite nearly pickling my penis twice this evening—first with wine, then with sodium bi-something—I was having more fun than I’d ever had at one of these stuffy conglomerate parties. When she came back with towels I did what I could to mop up. Once I stepped out of my pants she scooped them up, held them under the tap, wrung them, and then dangled them in the hand drier as it roared to life.

“Now that you’ve seen my dick,” I called over the drier,“what’s your name?”

“Call me your bathroom fairy godmother,” she replied drily. “And I didn’t see your dick.”

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