A deep voice comes from across the table, and I look up at a man sliding into the seat.
“Yes, fine. I think. Wow. Speed dating isn’t for the faint of heart.”
“No kidding. I’ve already had offers for two blow jobs in the parking lot and to get pegged at the nearest pay-by-the-hour motel.”
“Uh, then it sounds like we don’t need to talk. Your schedule is full.” I’m not sure how I manage to say it with a straight face, but I do.
“The blow jobs I’m down with, but I don’t put anything in my ass. She was barking up the wrong tree. I bet that guy who was just here with you would be cool with it.” He eyes the dentist. “He gives me the closet kink vibe under all that straight-laced, perfect-teeth bullshit.”
I want to tell him about the dick trading card in my pocket, but I can’t bring myself to admit it out loud. “You want to just drink whiskey and not talk?”
The man nods at my proposal. “Sure thing. I’m gonna bang the blonde at the end when I leave, anyway. Already fingered her a little under the table, so it wouldn’t be fair to lead you on.”
I shoot up from my chair. “I need to use the ladies’ room. Be right back.”Never, I add silently.
The only thing I can think of is that I need to wash my handsright fucking nowbefore I vomit.
I practically run to the restroom, nearly colliding with a server and a patron on the way.
“Sorry!” I toss the apology over my shoulder but don’t stop until I’m inside.
Then I scrub until my hands sting.
“Gross. Gross. Gross.”
If this is what dating is like, I’m not interested. Now or ever, and not just because every man pales in comparison to Kane.
I freeze as I reach for a paper towel.
No man can compare to him.
It’s not just a physical thing either. It’severything.He’s different.
He understands me. What I want. What I need. Even the thingsIdon’t understand. He sees me like no one else has ever seen me before.
And I don’t want to let him go.
With that realization sending me reeling, I push open the bathroom door and charge into the alcove—only to run smack into a hard chest.
“Sorry. I wasn’t looking—”
“Damn right you weren’t, and you’re not gonna bolt like that again.”
I look up into Kane’s eyes. “I’m sorry. It was truly an emergency.”
His gaze sharpens. “What happened? Someone say something to you?” His head jerks from side to side like he’s sweeping the vicinity for predators.
“No. Just ... the weirdo who shook my hand after he fingered another woman under the table.” Just saying it almost makes me puke for real this time.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
I shake my head. “I wish I was.”
“Who was it?”
“Don’t make a scene, please. I’m at work. Also, let’s not talk about the guy who gave me a business card with his dick on it.”
Kane’s nostrils flare as he stares down at me. “Someone gave you a fucking picture of his dick? What the fuck is wrong with these people?”