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“No.” Her gaze slides to the side, like she’s considering Tim, who hasn’t considered her for hours. “I’m on a date.”

“And you’re bored with him. He doesn’t even pay attention to you.” My smile is small and wicked, I’m sure. “I can make things a little more…interesting.”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” She appears genuinely perplexed.

I lean back into her, my mouth at her ear once again. “Go to the bathroom and wait for me.”

Her sharp inhalation of breath tells me she thinks that’s either a terrible or wonderful idea. “Absolutely not.”

I don’t let her response faze me. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How?” She turns her head toward mine, our mouths so close I could kiss her. I remember what it was like when I did. How sweet she tasted.

“Once I get you alone, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”

Her chest rises and falls. Rises and falls and I worry that I took it too far. What am I going to do, fingerfuck her in the bathroom and make her scream my name? Come on. I’m just as bad as Rafe.

“Is that a promise?”

Her words are spoken so softly that at first, I thought I was hearing things. But no. She said that.

She fucking said it.

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation, giving her a gentle shove. “Go.”

She jumps to her feet and stretches her arms above her head, causing her sweatshirt to rise and show off a slice of her bare stomach. I stare at the exposed skin, thinking of all themany,manydeplorable things I want to do to her and I shift in my seat. Trying to ease the ache that’s growing in my dick.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says loud enough for the entire suite to hear. Not that anyone is paying attention to her. Not even Tim, though that’s nothing new.

“Okay. There are bathrooms in the suite,” Tim says, never looking away from the game.

She sends me an unreadable look and then walks away. I’m tempted to jump up and follow her right this second but I wait a few. Count to ten. Check my notifications. Pretend to watch the field.

Then I hightail it out of there and head for the bathrooms, trying not to look too eager. Desperate to control the frantic beating of my heart. This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done since…I don’t know when. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve been bored not just tonight, but for days. Weeks. Months. Years.

Nothing stimulates me. Nothing interests me either, with the exception of her.

Sin.

I test the door handle and slip into the women’s bathroom with ease, remembering that it’s a single and no one else will be inside. Sinclair is standing at the sink, her hands braced against the counter, her head swiveling in my direction when she hears the distinct click of the lock sliding into place. She faces me fully, her mouth working, her eyes wide and I know she’s going to tell me no. That we shouldn’t do this.

“I don’t think I can go through with this,” she admits, her voice shaky. She won’t look at me when she says it either and I know in that moment, I’ve won. This girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her.

And she’s going to love every minute of it.

Chapter Sixteen

SINCLAIR

My entire body is shaking from nerves and excitement and I have a major moment of regret, doing what he said. Meeting him in this bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror while I wait for him, running through all the reasons this is a terrible idea.

More than anything, it’s a mistake, a massive mistake. He doesn’t care about me. He’s using me because there’s probably some small part of him that gets off knowing that the guy who’s actually interested in me is waiting for me outside while I’m in here with August. Alone.

The moment he slips into the bathroom, I freeze, my gaze catching his in the mirror. He appears completely unaffected, turning the lock into place while he continues to watch me and my heart is beating so frantically, I’m afraid he might be able to hear it.

This is bad. So so bad.

Despite knowing this entire situation is bad, anticipation flows slow as thick honey through my veins, leaving me languid instead of tense. I didn’t have a sip of alcohol tonight, yet I feel drunk. Drunk on the emotions coursing through my blood andspinning in my head. What exactly does he want to do to me? How is he going to do it? How is he going to make me come so hard I’ll see stars?