“Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” Bobby smarts, making my smile fade quickly. The table goes quiet, Diamond and Shane finally noticing the actual conversation.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I inform, my body sweating nervously from Bobby’s confession. I scoot my chair back, and head toward the restrooms quickly. Maybe there is a window in there and I can just shimmy out and run like the wind. I snort at the image of me trying to fit my ass through a window in a restaurant bathroom, trying to escape a bad date.
As soon as my hand hits the bathroom handle, I’m pulled back, turned around, and my back is slammed against the door. My eyes land on two angry blue irises, belonging to Bobby.
“An A for effort?” he asks, a grin crossing his face. He grabs both of my wrists, plows them above my head, and spreads my legs open with his knee. “How about I show you how hard I strive for excellence,” he grits, grinding his knee right into my clit. My body flames with desire and my head falls back against the door. We’re in public. This thought thrills as much as it horrifies me.
Bobby slides his nose up the side of my neck, leaving a blazing trail of need behind. This is so wrong. It’s not right doing this right here, but it feels so amazingly good.
“Go ahead and deny that our bodies are undeniably made for each other,” he whispers into my ear, tugging my earlobe with his sharp teeth. My body arches into his on impulse, and I bite my bottom lip trying to keep from whimpering.
“I-I…” I stutter, not wanting to do this in a restaurant. “I can’t do this here,” I mutter, out of breath.
“I told you. When you’re mine, you’re mine, and right now, you’re mine,” he mutters against my lips, tugging my bottom lip that was pulled between my teeth with his. He slides his hands down my abdomen and under the waistband of my scrubs. My body trembles with passion, and my breathing becomes labored.
“Why are you here with him?” he whispers into my ear, his hands slipping under my panties.
“Why are you here with her?” I question, my core vibrating with excitement as Bobby’s fingers brush against my clit.
“Just as friends, baby,” he whispers against my ear, his fingers pressing hard against my clit making me moan.
“He’s nothing but a friend,” I whimper.
“You’re mine, remember?” Bobby growls, pushing a finger into my heat, causing my head to fall back against the door, and sigh from Bobby finally giving my body what it craves, him.
“Ahem.”
Bobby and I turn and find a little old lady waiting to get into the bathroom that Bobby and I currently block. She is clutching her purse tightly, her eyes darting anywhere but at us.
Bobby pulls from me hesitantly. His eyes promising me that this isn’t over, his smirk giving off one delicious dimple. Just as he pulls away, his phone rings. He pulls it from his pocket and answers it as he walks away.
“Sorry,” I whisper to the lady, pulling away from the door. I straighten my shirt down, and try to get a hold of myself before walking back out to the table.
Walking back, Shane eyes me awkwardly, his face twisted instead of beaming with cheer like usual. As soon as I sit down, my phone beeps with a notification.
“Shit,” I curse.
“Getting called in?” Shane asks, his tone holding a solemn energy.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“Hey, Diamond, I’m sorry but I have to go, too,” Bobby states, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I stop in my tracks and watch as she lights up. My stomach knots from watching him kiss her. I’m jealous. Bobby looks up at me, his eyes unwavering.
“All right, well I guess the date is over,” Shane interjects, breaking my eye contact from Bobby.
“Yeah, I have to leave, sorry,” I mutter. I stand from my seat and walk out of the restaurant quickly, not wanting to see anymore of Bobby and Diamond.
I start down the sidewalk but am gripped by the arm and stopped short.
“Do you really have to go?” Bobby asks.
“Yeah, I was called in,” I reply, looking over at the buildings.
“Do you really have to go?” I ask, fiddling with my phone.
“No, but I can see you don’t like me with Diamond,” he admits. My eyes dart to his and relief spins my head to the point I feel dizzy.
I shrug, trying to play it off like I don’t care. But the pain in my chest from seeing them together would beg to differ.
“No more dates for either of us while we are doing this? Even if it’s just friend-dates,” he suggests, digging his hands in his pockets.