I wash my hands after I’m done and look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I haven’t looked this amazing in years, if I do say so myself. The strict dress code my parents forced onto me really did a number on me. I’m so glad they aren’t here to judge me.
The door behind me suddenly opens.
“What the—?”
Liam walks like a predator on the loose with a smug look on his face, and it makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
“What are you doing here?” I say as he stalks toward me, licking his lips. I back up while he approaches. “This is the women’s bathroom. You can’t be in here, you—”
I bump into the sink, and he traps me there between his arms.
“I can be wherever the fuck I want, Jas,” he says as he suddenly lifts me and parks me on the sink. “And there’s no place I’d rather be than between your legs.”
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I think I should ask you the same question,” he retorts, tilting his head. “Because you’re obviously attempting something …”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoff, looking away.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Are you trying to make me jealous? Because it’s working.”
I’m not trying to smile. I swear. But he makes it so damn hard.
“I can do whatever I want,” I reply. “Remember the note you signed?”
He bites his lip and leans in, pressing his hand into my thigh like he owns me. “Oh, I remember.” My breath begins to falter when he slides his hand up slowly and creeps underneath my dress. “I remember very well it goes both ways …” The second he touches my pussy, I almost moan out loud. “But you never wore anything like this before,” he adds, his thumb brushing across my clit. “And it makes me greedy.”
My eyes close from the surge of heat rushing through my body as he nudges my panties aside and slides his finger across my already wet folds. “I told you what I wanted,” I say.
“I know you did, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take what belongs to me,” he replies, pressing a dirty wet kiss against my neck.
“I don’t belong to you,” I reply, but it’s so hard to even form the words when he plays with me like that.
Suddenly, he pulls out of my panties, leaving me feeling bereft. Naked.
“No?” He leans away with a raised brow. “We’ll see about that.”
He walks off with his hands in his pockets and a clear boner, closing the door behind him like he didn’t just invade my privacy only to remind me of what he can do to my body. To me.
And it makes me livid.
Seething with rage.
Grunting, I jump off the sink and march straight out the door. He’s right back where he was seated before, still staring at me like a crazy stalker, while that man at the bar waits for me to come back.
And even though I’m not even remotely interested in what he has to tell me, all I want to do right now is pull him onto the dance floor and dance like my life depends on it.
So I grab his hand, make sure Liam sees, and drag him down to where the fun begins.
We sway to the music, but my eyes are on Liam’s at all times just like he’s glaring at me.
I know he knows.
I can see it in his eyes, dripping with jealousy.
He knows I’m doing this all because of him.
But I want him to know what it feels like not to have what you want the most.