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So…that was unexpected. I hadn’t been prepared for a proposal like that after just meeting the guy, but wasn’t that what I’d been hoping for? A quick one night stand with some inconsequential man?
I stood, my body deciding before my brain could catch up.
“C’mon,” I said, waving at him over my shoulder as I headed toward the bathrooms.
The look of shock that his tactic had actually worked almost made me laugh, but the guy was light on his feet and he was at my back before I even got to the bathrooms section of the bar.
In the dimly lit hall, Brick pushed me against the wall across from the men's and women’s rooms and smashed his mouth to mine, that bristly mustache tickling my nose.
I huffed, trying to get rid of the tickle in my nose, but it didn’t work. The damn thing made me sneeze.
Brick, probably not wanting to deal with my sneezy face anymore, lowered his tickly kisses to my neck before his hands grabbed my ass and pushed his crotch into mine.
His chest pressed against me shot my mind right back to that day in the dark, on the employee bathroom floor. Ashton, broken and sobbing, holding me like his existence hinged off my touch. I still hadn’t figured that shitstorm out yet, obviously, because the memory had tears choking up my throat while Brick the mustache was trying to get under my bra.
“Wait, wait, I can’t,” I blurted out, pushing his head away just as he was getting to my nipples.
Dammit, Freya…
“What?” he asked, eyes glazed over with lust.
“I can’t do this. Sorry.”
He sort of stood up, looking shocked as all hell, but left me alone without another word.
The women’s bathroom opened just then, some chick coming out and throwing a judgy look at me while she motioned to the vicinity of my chest.
Adjusting myself, I leaned on the sticky and slightly rough wall for a few more minutes while I tried to figure out what the hell I was doing…
Dad’s stupid friend had legitimately cock-blocked me from a pleasurable evening with some stranger because I couldn’t get his damn face out of my head. Well, awesome. A long, lonely night with my toys was what I had to look forward to when I got home.
The girls had barely noticed that I’d left, they were so absorbed in their own conversations and flirt sessions.
“I’m going home,” I told Sara, who was still playing hard to get.
“This was your idea,” she hissed at me.
“I know. But caterpillar lip isn’t doing it for me. I’m out of here. You guys stay and have fun.”
I could see her trying to decide if she wanted to go with me out of solidarity, but then the dark haired guy slid over a brand new martini, and she took it.
“Fine, but let me know when you get home. We girls gotta stick together.”
“Right.” I flicked her shoulder, which made her stick her tongue out at me as I left.
The chilly evening air made my skin prickle and my nipples bead as I hurried toward the street. I was only a few blocks from home and the dry desert air helped to clear my head a little. And when I say clear my head, I really mean it helped me realize that I was a freaking idiot. I’d just given up a possibility great evening with an eager lover because I couldn’t stop thinking of Ashton. Dad’s best friend, wounded soldier, and overall good guy that was definitely out of my league. Hell, we weren’t even in the same ballpark. Ball? We weren’t even playing the same Goddamn sport!
Ugh.
My alcohol-sponged brain wasn’t making a whole lot of sense, so I was grateful when I managed the several blocks home and went into my house, feeling needy and unfulfilled even though I’d just had satiation in the palm of my fucking hand and had said ‘sorry, I can't’.
The girls would never let me live it down.
Chapter 8
Ashton
Civilian life sucked.
