“Because…”
“What if he’s a good lay? He could break the dry spell, Carly.”
Like that hasn’t crossed my mind. The man exudes raw sex appeal and a fuck I’ll never forget. Some guys you look at and have no idea what you’re getting into. This guy though, he knows how to use his God-given talents, I’d bet money on it.
“Listen, I’m gonna use the restroom. Do not,” I point my finger at each of them. “For any reason talk to that man. Got me?”
They nod their heads and I make sure to go the long way around the bar to avoid walking past him. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and I have a feeling he’s looking at me again. Watching me leave the bar area.
Way to be paranoid, Carly. Not every man wants in your pants.
I take a deep breath when I get to the bathroom and realize there’s only one person in line ahead of me who turns out to be waiting on a friend. We make small talk about our shoes and a few short moments later it’s my turn to use the facilities. I do my business, wash my hands, reapply my lip gloss in the mirror, shift the girls and fluff my hair whilst telling myself it’s not for bar hottie’s benefit. I have the door open an inch when it quickly pushes open. I’m whirled around completely disoriented. After my eyes finally open, my heart rate begins to quicken.
“You don’t have to be scared of me. I’d never hurt you, Carly.”
“What the…” Is all I can get out as warm lips slam against mine and his tongue slides into my surprised mouth. When I realize it’s bar hottie on the other side of the kiss I groan and sink further into him.
But wait, what the hell am I doing?
I break the kiss as he pulls back a few inches breathing heavily. He leans in again, but I shove his chest backward even though every fiber of my body yearns for his taste again.
“Who the hell are you?” I yell.
“The man that’s about to show you that the real deal is way fucking better than a picture.”
I step out of the bathroom with my fingers rubbing my lips. They feel swollen from kissing the mystery man. I still can’t believe I made out with a stranger.
The girls will never believe this.
Sarah and Demi are in the same place I left them talking up a couple of guys and I can tell they’re flirting by Demi’s annoying giggle. Why do guys love the ditzy giggle so much?
“Finally! We thought we’d have to come save you.” Sarah laughs and pulls me into the fold. “This is our girl Carly. Carly these are…the guys.” She either hasn’t gotten their names yet or forgot.
“Sorry, but your man left. I was hoping he’d see you and fall madly in love.” Demi pouts her lips as one of the admirers stares intently at the gesture.
“Darn,” I laugh. “Maybe next time.”
She doesn’t know it, but I’m hoping to see him sooner rather than later. After the mystery texter kissed me silly and promised to see me soon…totally ominous, he walked out of the bathroom after ordering me to get back to my friends.
There are no answers. I have no idea how he knows it was my phone he texted or how he’d link my phone to me for that matter. Plain and simple, somehow, he knows who I am and has been watching me.
But that kiss. Holy shit I could have orgasmed from his tongue in my mouth.
“Alright, let’s get out of here. It’s last call.” I try to round up my girls to leave. They end up exchanging numbers with the guys they were talking up. From what I could tell they were just their types. Boring realtors that need their egos stroked at least twenty times an hour. I couldn’t deal with that, but good for them because at least they were pretty to look at.
When I exit the cab and say my goodbyes, I walk up the front steps of my apartment building. I should be drunk, but after the bathroom ambush I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Wrong Number and all the ways his tongue could please me.
You’re sexually frustrated. That’s why you can’t stop thinking of all the ways his tongue can make you…
“Jesus, get a grip,” I whisper to myself.
I’m so tired when I walk through the door. I start stripping out of my clothes on the walk toward my bedroom and by the time I get to my bedroom, I’m in my panties with my hands at my back unclasping my bra. There’s nothing better than letting the girls free after a long day.
I run through my nightly routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth before jumping in bed with just my panties and a tank on. The effort to grab actual jammies is too daunting.
My eyes spring open as I’m jolted from sleep into the darkness of my bedroom. A knocking on the door has my heart beat quickening. That must be what woke me up, but who the hell would be here at…I roll over and see that my phone reads four in the morning.
There’s a notification alerting a new text and when I swipe it open, I see the same number from earlier.