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apologizing for what had happened. I just smiled. I don’t know why they are trying to be nice and apologize. I understand most of them knew what was going on, but only a couple of people know how bad it really ended. It doesn’t bother me that everyone knows he cheated. What bothers me is that everyone seemed to know about it, yet no one told me.
Ugh.
I have to quit thinking about him. I’ve had myself holed up in this bathroom for almost fifteen minutes now. I might as well use the restroom while I’m in here. I cram all of my things back into my little pink clutch and head to a stall.
As I stand up and flush the toilet, I hear the door to the women’s bathroom open. It’s probably Holly, wanting to know why the hell I’ve been in here so long. I’m surprised she hadn’t been in here already to drag me out.
“You want to fuck in here?” a male’s voice booms in the bathroom, followed by a girly giggle.
Nope. Not Holly.
“Oh, God,” the girl cries out, no longer giggling.
Crap, he was serious. I don’t want to have to wait in this stall and listen to them have sex!
“That tickles!” Now she’s back to laughing.
That’s my cue to get the hell out of here before she goes back to calling him God. I flush the toilet, again. I’m sure they were too busy to of heard the first one, so I thought I’d give them a warning before I walk out on them half dressed.
I look down, straightening my dress, and open the stall door. I stand there and stare at the gorgeous man like an idiot for a few seconds before I can get my legs to work properly.
I peel my eyes away from him to look at the curly red headed woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties. She is pushed up against the far wall. Her eyes meet mine, and she blushes as red as her hair. I look down as she pushes the man away from her a little bit.
I continue to walk to the sink, looking her up and down now that there is some space between them. Her jeans are undone, but still pulled up, sitting low on her hips. Her bright blue shirt is lifted so that I can see her exposed pale skin around her belly button. I look away when I reach the sink and begin to wash my hands.
I look up at the man that had me staring for a few seconds. He is tall, over six feet, with dark brown spiky hair that is rather long on top and shorter on the sides. It’s standing every which way, giving it that just fucked look. I wonder if that’s how he fixes it, or if it looks like that because she’s been running her hands through it? Either way, it’s hot on him!
He has a beautiful tan, and the most sparkling blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean on a bright and sunny day. He has high cheek bones with a square jaw and even from here I can see he has long dark eyelashes. The kind any girl would kill for.
He is wearing a long sleeve, white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. I can see his smooth sculptured chest, and what looks to be a tip of a tattoo on the right side of his peck. I instantly have an urge to run my hands over it. He is built; you can tell by the way his arms bulge through his sleeves, and how his white shirt pulls against his back...the man looks to be covered with muscles. He has the kind of arms that could toss my body around in bed like a rag doll.
NO! Don’t think about that.
My eyes land on his as I continue to wash my hands. His beautiful eyes are looking into mine in the mirror, so I give him a warm smile. I know that my eek factor should be off the charts right now, since he was about to have sex with a woman in a public restroom, but somehow his hotness overrides that thought.
I watch as he gives me a slow sexy smile that reaches his eyes. It makes my knees weak, and my panties wet. His eyes stray away from mine in the mirror, and I watch as they travel all the way down my backside until they reach my high heels. It’s so intense that I have to tighten every muscle in my body to keep from squirming.
As I rinse the
Ugh.
I have to quit thinking about him. I’ve had myself holed up in this bathroom for almost fifteen minutes now. I might as well use the restroom while I’m in here. I cram all of my things back into my little pink clutch and head to a stall.
As I stand up and flush the toilet, I hear the door to the women’s bathroom open. It’s probably Holly, wanting to know why the hell I’ve been in here so long. I’m surprised she hadn’t been in here already to drag me out.
“You want to fuck in here?” a male’s voice booms in the bathroom, followed by a girly giggle.
Nope. Not Holly.
“Oh, God,” the girl cries out, no longer giggling.
Crap, he was serious. I don’t want to have to wait in this stall and listen to them have sex!
“That tickles!” Now she’s back to laughing.
That’s my cue to get the hell out of here before she goes back to calling him God. I flush the toilet, again. I’m sure they were too busy to of heard the first one, so I thought I’d give them a warning before I walk out on them half dressed.
I look down, straightening my dress, and open the stall door. I stand there and stare at the gorgeous man like an idiot for a few seconds before I can get my legs to work properly.
I peel my eyes away from him to look at the curly red headed woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties. She is pushed up against the far wall. Her eyes meet mine, and she blushes as red as her hair. I look down as she pushes the man away from her a little bit.
I continue to walk to the sink, looking her up and down now that there is some space between them. Her jeans are undone, but still pulled up, sitting low on her hips. Her bright blue shirt is lifted so that I can see her exposed pale skin around her belly button. I look away when I reach the sink and begin to wash my hands.
I look up at the man that had me staring for a few seconds. He is tall, over six feet, with dark brown spiky hair that is rather long on top and shorter on the sides. It’s standing every which way, giving it that just fucked look. I wonder if that’s how he fixes it, or if it looks like that because she’s been running her hands through it? Either way, it’s hot on him!
He has a beautiful tan, and the most sparkling blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean on a bright and sunny day. He has high cheek bones with a square jaw and even from here I can see he has long dark eyelashes. The kind any girl would kill for.
He is wearing a long sleeve, white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. I can see his smooth sculptured chest, and what looks to be a tip of a tattoo on the right side of his peck. I instantly have an urge to run my hands over it. He is built; you can tell by the way his arms bulge through his sleeves, and how his white shirt pulls against his back...the man looks to be covered with muscles. He has the kind of arms that could toss my body around in bed like a rag doll.
NO! Don’t think about that.
My eyes land on his as I continue to wash my hands. His beautiful eyes are looking into mine in the mirror, so I give him a warm smile. I know that my eek factor should be off the charts right now, since he was about to have sex with a woman in a public restroom, but somehow his hotness overrides that thought.
I watch as he gives me a slow sexy smile that reaches his eyes. It makes my knees weak, and my panties wet. His eyes stray away from mine in the mirror, and I watch as they travel all the way down my backside until they reach my high heels. It’s so intense that I have to tighten every muscle in my body to keep from squirming.
As I rinse the
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